ALL THAT HE WANTS (Volume 1 The Billionaire's Seduction) (18 page)

I timidly padded over to the bed and sat down beside him… though several feet away. I was closer to his feet than the spot where he’d patted.

And I sat with my back to him, like I was afraid to face him.

Because I was.

But I could still feel his eyes on my shoulders as I clasped my arms around my naked body, trying to protect myself.

“What’s going on here?” he asked.

I looked over my shoulder at him. He’d cocked his head slightly and was staring at me with a quizzical look.

“I… you… I don’t…” I tried, and then I just gave up.

“Why are you freaking out?”

“Because you’re not who you said you are!”

“I’m Connor. That’s it. My last name doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t matter when it’s ‘Lily Ross’! It
does
when it’s – it’s – Kennedy, or Rockefeller, or Templeton!” I spluttered.

“
Why
does it matter?”

That stopped me.

It
shouldn’t
have mattered. He was the same man who’d made love to me fifteen minutes ago… his name shouldn’t have changed anything.

But it did.

Not because of him… but because of me.

“I’m not… I’m not…” I whispered.

“What?!”

His eyes were so soft as they peered into mine – but probing, as though I was some unfathomable mystery, and he wanted more than anything to know what the hell I was thinking.

I could feel my lower lip trembling as I whispered, “Why were you even interested in me?”

His forehead frowned, but his mouth grinned, like I’d said the most endearingly stupid thing he’d ever heard.

“Because you were beautiful.”

My body flooded with warmth, and I relaxed the death grip I had on myself as I hugged my arms to my chest.

But as much as that answer made my heart skip a beat, it wasn’t enough.

“There are lots of other women more beautiful than me,” I murmured.

The smile faded to a look of concern.

Despite my freakout, I couldn’t help but longingly watch those muscular arms, that magnificent chest, the washboard abs, the powerful thighs, the… um… the very,
very
nice naughty bits between the thighs as he scooted across the bed towards me.

He raised one hand to my face and brushed a curl of hair – still damp from our frenzied lovemaking – away from my forehead and behind my ear.

His eyes locked into mine, and I felt like I was drowning in them.

“Not to me, there aren’t,” he whispered.

It was a line. I
knew
it was a line. I’m not a supermodel, I’m not a Victoria’s Secret Angel, I’m not even a former high school cheerleader. I may be cute, but I’m not one of the most beautiful women in the 90028 area code, much less Los Angeles. Hell, I’m not even one of the most beautiful women on my
block.

But it was what I wanted to hear.

What I
needed
to hear.

He pulled closer to me, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body, warming my skin like the sun.

“Do you want to know why else I wanted you?” he asked, his eyes hypnotizing me.

“Why?” I whispered.

“Because you were funny. Because you had backbone. Because you were smart. Because you wouldn’t take any crap from me, even though I knew you wanted to kiss me from the moment I saw you.”

I blushed. “Not the
first
minute… exactly…”

It was a lie, and he knew it.

He grinned. “Okay, the second minute, then.”

“Maybe the second,” I relented.

He laughed, and then he got serious again. “All of that, and because you gave as good as you got. I gave you shit, and you wouldn’t take any of it. You stood up for yourself. Because you’re your own woman – even if you don’t exactly know where you fit in yet… even if you’re still looking for a place to belong. Because I could see so much in you… so much talent, so much potential, so much
power,
and you didn’t even know it was there. Because it killed me to see a woman as wonderful as you not know how incredibly special she was.
That’s
why I wanted you – not just because I wanted you naked, in my arms, and to hear you moan when I made you come… but because I wanted to make you
see,
just for one moment, what
I
saw.”

Everything he was saying to me, it made me want to cry, and to laugh a little.

It made my heart soar.

And broke it a little, too.

Nobody had told me I was special like that, never.

Nobody had ever made me
feel
I was special like that, either.

And then, when he got to the
I wanted you naked, in my arms, and to hear you moan when I made you come
…

Oh.

My.

God.

I wanted him so badly again, I ached.

“Do you know why else I wanted you?” he whispered, in a deep, seductive voice, as his fingers caressed my hair and set my heart pounding.

“…why?” I whispered back.

“Because you’re
real.
”

I frowned a tiny bit… and then dropped my eyes down to my chest.

He roared with laughter.

“Well, I must say, they ARE quite wonderful, but that’s not what I meant,” he said, still laughing.

My heart fluttered again.

I would never,
ever
have described my boobs as ‘wonderful.’

So it made me feel awesome to hear him say it.

“Well, what do you mean, then?” I asked.

“Almost everyone I’ve ever known my entire life has been… it’s like they play a part around me. They hear the last name, and suddenly I’m somebody they have to impress, or get into my good graces, or win me over, or seduce me, or whatever… because they
want
something.”

I gave him a wry smile, raised an eyebrow, and dropped my eyes down to his thighs. “Well,
I
wanted something, too…”

He laughed again, then shook his head.

“Yeah,
not
like that. They want a piece of the power, or the prestige, or money, or influence, or God knows what… a little reflected light from whatever fantasy they attach to my family. They don’t want me, they want whatever they can get from me, whatever bit of the fairy tale they’ve concocted in their head. Most of the time, I can see them coming from a mile away…” Suddenly his face darkened. “…and sometimes they fool me until they’ve got their pound of flesh.”

I was about to ask what he meant, but his expression lightened and he continued. “You know the people I value the most?”

I shook my head ‘no.’

“The people who are real. Who treat me like Connor, not ‘Connor Templeton.’ Johnny… Sebastian… you.”

I gave him a sad smile. He sounded almost heartbreaking… like he was lonely… a little boy locked in a tower, with no one to trust.

I leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek.

“Thank you for telling me that,” I whispered.

“Thank you for being someone I could
tell
that to,” he whispered back, and kissed me softly on the lips.

A tiny whisper of a breath escaped from my lips, and I closed my eyes.

From there, it just happened naturally.

His lips brushed across mine, so soft and tender. A tiny kiss at the corner of my mouth, then back to my lips… then my cheek, light like a feather tickling against it… then a kiss on my chin, which he tilted up with his hand… and then back to my lips.

I moaned slightly, my eyes closed, and he took my mouth with his. His tongue softly parted my lips, then caressed me as he kissed me deeply, sensually.

His hand floated from my chin down to my shoulder, traced one finger along my arm, then slowly caressed my breast, his fingertips barely grazing my skin. He brushed the back of his finger light as silk over my nipple, and I felt it grow hard and stiff beneath his touch. A line of sweet pleasure pulsed directly down to my thighs, and I moaned as he kissed me harder.

I turned my body so I was facing him, and let my hands wander out – blind, since I still had my eyes closed as he continued to kiss me. My hands settled against his sides and slid along the carved muscles of his belly. I traced my fingers lightly across his skin, through a curly thatch of hair, until I found what I was looking for.

He was only halfway erect, and I softly took him in my hands, caressing him, stroking him, so softly, so gently. I still wasn’t used to the massiveness of him… just the sheer, solid
weight
of him. And it was growing bigger and heavier with each pulse of his heartbeat. I stroked his skin – softer than velvet, and scorching hot like a fever. His shaft came to life, straining against my touch, jerking away as contractions made him longer, harder, thicker by the second.

It was turning me on
so
much just to hold him, to feel him double in size as I stroked him lovingly.

He broke off our kiss and groaned softly in my ear, which made me hotter and wetter and need him even more.

Then he was gently lowering me down onto my back. I felt his weight on me, and his eyes gazed into mine as his hands softly pushed apart my legs. Then his body shifted as he positioned himself on top of me.

I gasped as the tip slowly entered me.

I closed my eyes, anticipating the pleasure of him filling me up –

“Don’t,” he whispered. “I want you to look at me.”

I opened my eyes and found him staring at me from just inches away. The intensity, the intimacy of his gaze took my breath away. He cradled my head gently in his hands and framed my face with his fingers, staring into my soul. All the while he moved deeper inside me, then pulled out slightly, then moved still deeper.

I tried to look at him the entire time, but pleasure overcame me. Sometimes my eyes would roll back in my head from the bliss building inside me, and I would struggle to come back to him, to stare into those beautiful blue eyes that watched me with so much passion, so much tenderness.

I could feel his hips rocking back and forth – not violently, not fast, just a slow and steady rhythmic movement that filled me up, that touched me so deeply, that glided inside me and made me cry out with pleasure.

I let my hands lightly glide over his back, then over his perfect ass. I clutched him tighter, feeling his muscles beneath my fingers, and I pulled him into me, forcing him deeper inside me, deeper than I thought possible, deeper than I thought I could bear, but wanting more of him, wanting him so deep that he would become
part
of me.

His thumbs lightly caressed my temples as his fingers stroked my hair. As he thrust deep inside me, his shaft so thick and feeling so
GOOD
,
he would place the smallest of kisses on my lips, his nose brushing mine, as he continued to stare into my eyes.

“Lily,” he murmured.

I moaned over and over, and clutched his muscular backside as he drove himself thicker and deeper and stronger inside me, slow and long and hypnotic.

“Lily,” he whispered, “I want you to do something for me.”

“What…” I breathed. The pleasure was building inside me, a deep, intense throbbing that felt like a giant wave was roaring in from far off in the distance.

“Promise me something…”

“Anything,” I moaned as I raked my fingers up his back to his shoulders.

“Look into my eyes when you come.”

That was all I could bear.

Just the words pushed me over the edge into ecstasy.

I screamed, and I felt the dam breaking.

I struggled to look at him, but it was like trying to stand upright on shifting sand as that giant wave crashed down on me. But I clung to his eyes like I was drowning, like they were the life raft that would save me.

Long, slow, overwhelming waves of pleasure pulsed through me, from between my thighs to every inch of my body, from my feet to my ears to my breasts to my fingers. I wrapped my legs around his calves, and my hands clutched his hair, and I hung on for dear life as I came over and over and over again, with his thickness filling me up past bearing, and his sweet, steady, powerful thrusts pushing wave after wave of bliss through my body.

Halfway through my orgasm,
he
got pushed over the edge, and I watched his face contort in pain and pleasure. Then I felt him spasm deep inside me as he half groaned and half shouted. My own pleasure doubled as I felt his hot wetness spurt deep inside me, with his already massive girth suddenly pulsing bigger, then receding, then bigger, then receding, and all the while he kept driving into me… and we kept staring into each other’s eyes, overcome by emotion, but still hanging on to each other in the middle of the storm.

And then it gradually subsided… and the waves of bliss became little shudders of pleasure… and then a delightful shiver… and then he collapsed on top of me, his face in the hollow of my shoulder and neck as I stroked his hair and softly kissed the side of his head.

I think he pulled out of me and we nestled against each other, our breath caressing each other’s skin as we lay there in each other’s arms…

I
think
, because about then my memory becomes hazy. I believe that was the point the wine and exhaustion took over.

The next thing I knew, my eyes were squinting open in pain.

The bedroom was dimly lit, with just a ghost of sunlight coming through those crazy sci-fi windows with the fade-up glass – but it felt like floodlights were aimed right at the back of my brain.

A voice was coming from the other room, indistinct and muted.

I looked over beside me and saw that Connor’s side of the bed was empty.

I could still smell the lingering scent of his cologne in the rumpled sheets, though.

Just beyond the bed, I saw a fancy digital clock on the nightstand.

10:14 AM.

Wow, it’s late…

While I lay there, I took stock of my current condition.

My head was pounding.

My lady parts were… ah,
tender,
shall we say.

My mouth felt like the Sahara.

And I had to pee like a mofo.