My Unexpected Vow: California Billionaires Book 2 by Harlow James (top 10 inspirational books txt) 📕

collarbone, alternating between licking and nibbling while continuing to touch my clit. He kisses me as he slams his hips against the back of my thighs, flicking his tongue against mine as the weight of his body makes me feel consumed—completely immersed in him as his other hand traces the curves of my breasts and my hips. And the combination is so overwhelming that the onset of my orgasm rushes forward and erupts again, even more powerful than before.

“Fuck!” Hayes shouts, speeding up his thrusts while massaging my clit furiously, chasing his own release. He stills, emptying himself inside of me while throwing his head back and letting out a groan that vibrates through his body and into mine. His chest heaves as he takes in a few deep breaths and then he falls over me, burying his face in my hair, resting on my shoulder.

I struggle to adjust beneath him, but only to get more comfortable. I’m not ready for him to pull out of me or move off me just yet. The weight of his body feels too good, and I’m struggling to come back to reality after that mind-blowing experience. Nothing but the sound of our breathing fills the room until I let out a satisfied sigh.

“Stop moving, please,” he mumbles.

“I’m just trying to get comfortable.”

“Am I crushing you?”

“No,” I reply, running my nails up and down his back.

“Fuck, you’re making my dick twitch, Waverly.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I smile as he pushes up so he can stare down into my eyes.

“No, but my dick is super sensitive right now.”

“Really?” I pass my nails over him again and even squeeze my pussy around him once more as he groans.

“Damn it, I can’t.” He laughs, and then slowly pulls out of me as I giggle at his reaction. I watch his naked form walk down the hallway to the small half-bath located just off of the living room, hear the sink turn on for a few moments, and then he returns with a wet washcloth in his hands.

I find no shame in admiring his physique as his still hard cock bounces with each of his steps, even as he bends down and starts to gently wipe the cloth between my legs. The gesture is such a contrast to the rough way he just fucked me—caring, soothing, loving.

“Enjoying the show?” he asks, peering up at me for just a second as he cleans me up.

“Maybe.”

He tosses the cloth on the floor and then resumes his position between my legs, hovering over me.

Holding his attention as he peers down at me, I whisper, “What was that, Hayes?”

“That was sex, Waverly.” He slides down onto the cushions behind us, propping his head up so he can look at me.

I mockingly snort at him. “Thanks for the clarification.”

“Well, you asked.”

I reach up and brush his hair from his face, staring into his deep brown eyes, admiring the flecks of yellow that make them unique. “I think you know what I mean. That wasn’t just sex …”

“That was married sex,” he replies with amusement.

“I don’t know. I’ve heard mixed reviews about married sex. That seemed rather mind-blowing.”

“Maybe it was beginner’s luck.”

“Or maybe we’re just that good.”

He rolls back on top of me, pinning my hands over my head as I feel him grow hard again against my leg. “We’re definitely good together, Wave. I’m glad you’re finally realizing it.”

“Is that’s what’s happening here?” I whisper again, sitting up far enough to press my lips to his.

He dips down to kiss me back, a gentle press of his lips against mine that has me sighing out loud. God, the man can kiss, and fuck apparently. But after all of this build-up, I can’t regret losing control, finally giving in. And perhaps Hayes is right—maybe I am finally realizing, owning, and admitting that whatever is growing between us is real.

“Damn right, baby. And you’re about to realize it again.”

Hayes shifts us on the couch so he’s sitting up and I’m straddling him. I rest down on his hard cock and rub my wetness along him, but he grows impatient in a flash. He lifts me up, lines up to my entrance, and pulls me back on him, guiding me to ride him wildly.

And that’s exactly what I do—wild and with no hesitation, I give myself over to these feelings, and enjoy a few more orgasms as well, knowing a discussion of what this means can wait until tomorrow.

Chapter 14

Hayes

“Stop staring at me.”

My lips tilt as I continue to track the soft flutter of her eyelashes, taking in the smooth lines in her face and those lips I only stopped kissing long enough for us to fall asleep last night.

“I’m not staring.”

“Yes, you are. I can feel your eyes on me.”

I reach out my hand and trail a finger delicately up her arm from her forearm to her shoulder, brushing all four of my fingers against her on the way back down. “Well, now you can feel my fingers on you too.”

Her eyes slowly lift, and then her lips spread into a bashful smile. “Good morning.”

Only fighting my instinct for a second, I relent to the pull toward her and lean down to gently brush my lips against hers. “Good morning, Wave.”

She stretches her legs and reaches her arms above her head, forcing the sheet to slide down her torso and reveal her naked chest to me—and fuck, if that doesn’t bring my dick to life at seven o’clock in the morning. Although, I’m pretty sure I was hard all night just sleeping next to her finally while stark naked.

After Waverly and I fucked in the kitchen and then again on the couch, I brought her up to my room where we showered together. Her smooth body was like a magnet for my hands, and by the time we got out, I had to have her once again. After writhing in my bed during round three, we finally passed