Bad Girls Do: a Billionare Romance Novel (The Everly Brothers Series, Erotic Romance Book 3) (13 page)

“Not here.” The odds were low that her father or one of his household employees would go out into the courtyard in this weather, but if they did, the last thing she wanted was for them to see
this.

But when she started to close the folds of her robe, he grabbed her wrists and trapped them against the wall. “Come on, baby. Live a little.”

Then his lips were on her breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth, and her body went into automatic response mode. Her head thumped back against the wall as she gasped and arched into his touch. Her fingers and toes were freezing, but heat unfurled low in her tummy, making her all but senseless with desire.

“Sam,” she whispered.

“Mm.” He released one of her wrists and his hand slid between her legs, finding the moisture building at her clit. He let out a hiss and worked his tongue up to her collarbone, then the pulse point at her neck. “Do you know how much I’ve dreamed about feeling you from the inside again? Burying myself in your heat?”

A soft moan slid from her lips. “That sounds good to me.”

“I can tell,” he whispered against her ear. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

Since that didn’t seem to warrant a response, she wound her fingers through his hair, arching into the fingers questing between her thighs.

“Would you let me fuck you right here?” he murmured.

She was beginning to think she would let him do anything he wanted. But when a sharp stab of wind sparked a full-blown shudder, Sam reached past her and grasped the handle to the partially open door, then pulled it further open.

“Get inside.”

Not about to protest, she slid out from under him and held her robe closed as she raced inside. Shivers racked her body as it struggled to adjust to the change in temperature.

He was behind her before she could turn, clicking the door shut and tugging her backward so that her ass pressed against his thighs. His hands reached over to rub along her front, warming her quickly.

“Better?” he asked, arching his hips against her.

When the thick heat of his cock pressed against the small of her back, Diane sucked in a hard breath. “Much.”

“Good.” He lowered his mouth to her ear, biting gently on the lobe, and then his hands tugged open the folds of her robe once more. His hands palmed her breasts, thumbs grazing her nipples, and he commented, “Nice room.”

Before she could even wonder at his ability to process what her room looked like when she was all but mindless with her lust for him, he urged her forward so that she crossed the room and stood directly in front of the full-length mirror mounted on a wooden swivel frame beside her vanity table. 

Now she had a clear view of the both of them—her, with her damp hair wild and eyes glazed with desire, and him, his eyes locked on her bare body. They feasted on her breasts, darkening with lust as he kneaded the globes and then moved down to the shadow of a triangle between her thighs.

One of his hands followed his gaze. His fingers slid between her legs, drawing against the moisture slickening her labia. Without warning, he thrust one digit into her.

She gave a sharp cry and bucked beneath him as the unexpected pressure spread tendrils of arousal through her body. “Oh god, Sam.”

“Mm…” His lips slid along her collarbone. “I like hearing you moan my name.”

Apparently. He certainly had a knack for making her do it.

When he withdrew from her body, she let out a whimper of protest. “No.”

“Shh. I’m not going anywhere.”

With deft fingers, he snatched her robe from her shoulders and let it fall in a pool at her feet. He unzipped his jacket and shrugged it off so it landed right beside her robe. Then his hands were on her again, one caressing her breast while the other lifted her thigh and propped it over his knee.

His questing fingers danced along her clit, strumming her into a frenzy, and then two of them slid back into her body, gliding in with an ease that spoke to the depth of her hunger for him.

“Oh…
Sam
.” Mesmerized, she observed them in the mirror. Watched him looking at her. His face was hard with passion, his dark hair such a marked contrast to her blonde. Opposites in so many ways. Who would have thought those differences would be so very good?

He noticed her watching him and a pained expression crept to his face. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve thought about you this past week? It’s been killing me.”

His stark admission was punctuated by a deep thrust of his fingers, and she moaned and writhed against his body. “Why didn’t you call me then? Or come over sooner?”

Sam chuckled. “’Cause I’m an idiot, clearly.”

His hand slid from her breast and in-between their bodies. Half senseless from the pleasure his questing fingers wrought, she supported her weight against him while he worked the zipper of his jeans. The metal teeth clicked downward with a rasping sound, and then he was rummaging through his jeans for something.

He withdrew a foil packet from his pocket and used his teeth to open it. She couldn’t help but admire his dexterity. That he could accomplish so much while his fingers were still buried deep inside her was astounding.

The condom disappeared behind her, and then the weight of his cock pressed against her back. He rolled the condom on and then his free hand was back at her waist, supporting her weight.

His teeth grazed the tendon at her neck as he slid his fingers partially out, then slammed them back inside her. Again and again, until her body ached with the desire to release. Whimpering, she watched his fingers glide in and out of her body, slick with her dew. Crazy how hot it made her to watch.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he murmured into her ear.

His breath tickled her lobe and she shuddered with anticipation. “You know I do.”

He nipped at her ear. “Ask me nicely.”

An automatic protest rose within her. “
Sam
.”

Chuckling, he stopped the movement of his fingers. “Not good enough. Say, ‘Sam please fuck me, hard.’”

The desire to challenge him warred with her need to have him inside her. Finally, the latter won out. Squirming, she said, “Sam, please fuck me.”

His fingers slid out and his hand grasped her thigh, lifting it into the air. For one glorious moment, she thought he was going to give her what she wanted. But then he gave her a wicked grin. “Fuck you how, Diane?”

Scowling, she dug her fingernails into his arm, silently punishing him for making her say it aloud. Even though some deep, dark part of her loved that he had. “Hard.”

“That’s a good girl.”

He shifted in his spot and the tip of his cock nudged her entrance. With one expert thrust of his hips, he was lodged deep inside her.

“
Ohmigod
.” Gasping at the sudden invasion, she lifted her arms up and clutched at Sam’s shoulders. She held onto him for support as he slid most of the way out, then plunged back in with one smooth stroke. He felt huge pumping in and out of her, filling her in the deepest ways imaginable. And she loved every moment of it. “Yes. Oh, hell,
yes
.”

“Hold on,” he rumbled.

Standing there helplessly, she could do no more than dig her fingers into his shoulders and watch while he pounded up into her. The position gave her a close-up view of his cock sliding in and out of her. Mesmerized, she watched, even as he moved faster. Fucked her deeper and harder, until finally, her body seized and clamped around him and her mind all but exploded with passion.

Crying out at the exquisite sensation of coming apart in his arms, Diane arched her back and turned her head to bury her face in Sam’s neck.

He kept working her, over and over until she collapsed against him. Only then did he slide out of her body and set her foot back on the ground. His arms wound around her waist, lending her support.

Breathing hard, Diane focused on Sam’s reflection. That was when she noticed he didn’t look nearly as sated as she did. In fact, his face was still hard with lust. And when she peered down, she realized that wasn’t the only thing still hard.

“You didn’t come?”

It came out as a shocked whisper, and he grinned in response.

“Nope.” His hands blazed a lazy trail from her stomach up to her breasts and he bent to press a few wandering kisses along her neck. “Did you think it’d be over that quick?”

“Umm…”

His laugh tickled her throat. “Then you were very, very wrong.”

When his glittering gaze met hers, she realized just how right he was. They were only getting started…

And even though she’d just had probably the most explosive orgasm of her life, she already wanted more. So much more.

Chapter Ten

S
am’s body practically shook with the force of his unspent passion as he stared at Diane. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glazed, and that only made him more fucking turned on. He wanted to bury himself inside of her and pound away until this uncontrollable lust faded, but part of him feared that nothing would make these feelings go away. Honestly, it scared the shit out of him, so he held back.

This past week had been hell. Every morning he’d woken up wanting to see her. Every night he’d dreamt of her. The moments in-between had been filled with staring at the images she’d saved on his screen and jacking off. Lots.

He hadn’t been lying when he told her the pictures had been torture.

“Sam?”

When Diane turned to face him with a question in her eyes, he realized he’d been standing there frozen, staring at her.

The stark hunger in her eyes propelled him into action. “Turn around.”

He guided her into turning back to face the mirror. Something about watching her face while he fucked her had sparked a monster within him. He only wanted more.

“Hands up.” He placed each of her palms along the wooden frame of her long swiveling mirror, and she gripped the frame tight. Her eyes danced with anticipation as he slid her still damp hair off her shoulders. He’d never thought much about hair, but he had to say hers was beautiful. Long, slightly wavy, and just the right shade of golden.

What the hell am I doing standing here thinking about her hair?

Especially when his cock was still hard for her. That was only further proof that he was losing his mind—at least when it came to this woman.

Stepping backward, he pushed down on her back, urging her into a semi-bent position. She gasped and, when he grabbed her hips and pulled them further back, the mirror shook as she readjusted her grip farther down.

The position couldn’t be more perfect. With her legs splayed open like that, her pussy was ready to be filled. His cock strained toward her, eager to do the job, but not yet. First, he needed a taste.

When he dropped to his knees behind her, she made a sound that was half whimper, half moan. Part of him longed to prolong the anticipation, but who was he kidding. He needed his mouth on her just as much as she did.

He grasped the cheeks of her luscious ass and spread them, then slid his tongue in-between the plump folds of her pussy and right into her sweet, hot channel. She let out a sharp cry and her flesh trembled against his palms. When his cock jerked, he knew he didn’t have much time to waste. At least not for this first round.

He thrust his tongue as deep as it would go, reveling in the taste of her addictive honey, and then slid it out to lap at the pearl of her clit. Over and over he did that, until her moans filled his ears and her legs shook uncontrollably. Finally, when he felt she was right on the verge, he rose and fit his cock to her entrance, then slid in with one smooth thrust.

She shouted, and her pussy clamped him tight until he gritted his teeth against the arousing combination of pleasure and pain. The feel of her body clenching against him, the scent of their arousal tinging the air, was too much to bear.

Abandoning himself to sensation, he reared back and then drove home again. Again, and again until the sound of her cries and the amazing feeling of ramming into her sparked a climax so intense his vision erupted into a shower of sparks.

Dimly he heard the sound of his own voice as he yelled his release into the air. When Diane’s knees gave out, he followed her down to the ground, still lodged deep inside her. But even as he fought for breath, he knew.

It wasn’t enough. He needed more of her. Needed every little bit of her she would give him.

When she finally stirred beneath him, he forced himself to leave the comfort of her body and pulled her up so her back rested against this chest. Smoothing her hair back from her face, he asked, “You okay?”

Her dreamy grin was answer enough, but she murmured, “Mm. Definitely okay.”

“Good.” He stood and helped her up, then swept her off her feet and carried her to her bed.

When her back hit the bed her eyes fluttered hazily, but then they cleared just a fraction and she propped herself up on her elbows. “Are you leaving?”

He gave a disbelieving scoff and pointedly leered at the glorious breasts that arched up toward him. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Her cheeks blushed a pretty pink.

Grinning, he turned and stalked toward the open door that he assumed was her bathroom. Confirming that he’d gotten that right, he disposed of the condom and cleaned up, then headed back for her bed.

She was lying back down with her body facing him. Even though she looked half asleep, she still watched him curiously as he kicked off his shoes and socks, then followed with his shirt. “Staying awhile?”

The surprise in her voice made him pause in the act of unbuttoning his jeans. “Do you mind?”

“No, I just…” She flushed. “I wasn’t sure you would.”

If he were smart, he wouldn’t. They’d already established what this thing between them was…and wasn’t. A casual hookup didn’t warrant sticking around afterward. But given that his cock was already half hard again with desire for her, he didn’t plan on going anywhere for a long while. Besides, if he were honest, he just didn’t want to. It had been hard enough to stay away for a week. Leaving her now would be damn near impossible.