What Matters Most: The Billionaire Bargains, Book 2 (12 page)

The plus side to being an unapologetic playboy up to this point was that he’d been with a lot of women and it had never been like this before for him. He knew it never would be again.

Reese was the one.

Though he may have to use an argument other than, “I’ve been with
lots
of women, Reese, so I know this is special”.

But he’d worry about all of that later. Reese Suther—Reese
Chaplin
—was half naked with her legs open on his bed.

His eye roamed over her, her long smooth legs, the trimmed dark hair pointing to her clit, the pink wet folds that made his mouth water. Her thighs trembled and he felt a surge of masculine power. This was his woman, and he was going to possess her, mark her, make her need him and only him. Those thoughts were completely over-the-top and very unlike him when it came to women. But he embraced them when it came to Reese. He did over-the-top just fine, and focusing it on this sweet, beautiful, too-good-for-him woman seemed right.

He kissed his way up her inner thigh, licking in spots, sucking in others. It made her squirm on the duvet, and he held her still with a grin. He’d just gotten started.

“You’re gorgeous, Reese,” he told her with all the sincerity in his body.

He wanted to see every amazing inch of her. He wanted her breasts, nipples, stomach, the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, he wanted her hands all over him too—but he could only take so much at once. This was about showing her that chemistry was a very good starting point for more. Sure, sometimes it didn’t go past chemistry, but he wasn’t worried about that with Reese. He couldn’t have said for sure exactly why that was, but it was an instinctual feeling, and he never—okay, rarely—questioned his instincts.

He moved both hands higher on her thighs on each side of the hot, wet center he was craving. He brushed his thumbs over the outer folds and Reese squirmed and groaned.

“
Tony
.”

Oh yeah, he really liked the sound of his name on her lips. He slid his thumbs up and down, just outside of all the delicious pinkness. “Did I do this last night?”

Why was he bringing last night up again? Jesus, he was a dumbass. Reminding her that he didn’t remember their first night together was idiotic. He glanced up her body. “Reese?” he asked anyway. He had no idea what he thought he was doing, but he wanted to know if he’d seen and tasted her like this. How could he not remember doing this? Good Lord. This was the prettiest sight he’d seen in some time.

Her head rolled on the mattress. “No.”

His eyes went back to where he wanted to lose himself for the next few days.

“Seriously? What the hell is wrong with me?”

“Everything was really fast last night. You didn’t…take your time like this,” she said. She threw her forearm over her eyes. “But I like it fast.”

Ah. He was getting the picture. He moved his thumbs toward the middle and ran them up and down the slick folds.

She moaned and her hand gripped the duvet harder. “
Tony
.” It sounded like her teeth were gritted.

“Did you rush me last night, Reese?” he asked.

She blew out a breath. “No. I mean, I didn’t…mean to. I just…we were both caught up. You rushed too.”

He could imagine. And if his brain and good intentions had been dulled by alcohol, he was pretty sure it wouldn’t have taken much for her to get him going hard and fast.

He always went hard and fast. Those were two of his favorite words, and not just when sex was involved. He could sit and play poker for hours but only if things were moving and people were coming and going. He didn’t have the patience for things that took a lot of time, including business meetings, conversations or seductions.

Usually.

He was actually enjoying himself quite a lot at the moment. He hadn’t necessarily meant to drag this out when he’d gone to his knees, but just looking at her, appreciating her and being in the moment, had slowed him down considerably.

Huh.

Maybe Reese
would
be good for him. She could make him slow down and smell the roses.

Or things that smelled—and tasted—a hell of a lot better than roses.

He leaned in and put his nose close. “Damn,” he muttered. He was addicted.

“Tony, for God sake, do something,” she pleaded.

Okay, the begging was nice too.

“What was last night like?” he asked, dragging one thumb along her cleft to her clit.

“It was…fast.”

“You said that. I want more.”

“We…got really handsy in the club when we were dancing,” she said. She definitely sounded distracted though.

He moved his thumb again and circled her clit. “Go on.”

“I told you about your fingers in my panties.”

“Yes, you did.” And he needed a reminder of how sweet she tasted. He dipped his thumb into her, just a little, and then lifted his thumb to his mouth. “Yum.”

She jerked her arm off her face and she stared at him. He took his time sucking his thumb.

“Oh my God.” Her head fell back and she put her arm back over her eyes.

He chuckled. “Then what?”

“We were…talking dirty.”

“Oh, good.” He stroked his thumb in deeper this time and groaned himself at the hot tightness. “What did I say?”

He could only imagine. If she was moving against him on the dance floor, letting him run his hands under her dress, he’d probably gotten pretty graphic.

“You told me that you couldn’t wait to get inside me and that you wanted to fuck me against the wall in your friend’s office.”

Tony paused. Yep, pretty graphic. Damn, that was…a lot considering it was their first date.

Then he looked at her. He couldn’t see her eyes, but he asked, “And what did you say?”

“I said okay.”

Desire shot through him fast and hard and he had to pause and take a deep breath. That alone was enough dirty talk from Reese as far as he was concerned.

“That’s all you had to say, I’m guessing.” He might have been drunk, but he hadn’t been dead.

Reese gave a little giggle and Tony’s heart tightened. Damn.

“Maybe that’s all I had to say,” she said. “But that wasn’t all I did say.”

He moved his hand so he could slide his long middle finger into her while he circled his thumb over her clit. “Tell me. Please.”

“There was some ‘more’ and ‘harder’ and ‘faster’.”

“That’s all good stuff,” he told her. He pressed against her clit and felt her pussy tremble He had to get his mouth on her. Soon.

“But it was the ‘I want to feel your cock filling me up’ that really got you going,” she said breathlessly.

He froze again and stared at her. Holy shit. He loved hearing the word cock from her. Especially in reference to
his
. He wanted to hear it again. More. A lot.

He leaned in and swiped his tongue against her clit.

She gasped and arched against him.

“Tell me more,” he said against her, licking again and then sucking softly as he slid his finger deeper.

“I…um…have no idea…” She trailed off as he hooked his finger and went deep again.

He chuckled. “Come on, Reese. Give me something.”

She opened her legs farther and he wondered if she was even aware of it when she said, “I told you that I love it hard and fast and deep.”

Hard and fast. Just the way he liked it. And deep. He could always get into getting deep.

“Babe, you’re amazing.” He sucked on her again, sliding another finger into her and feeling her muscles clamp down on him. “That’s it,” he urged, taking a long lick.

“This isn’t hard and fast,” she said, panting. “This is slow and torturous.”

He grinned. “Say please.”

“Please, Tony. Please do it hard and fast.”

He moved his finger deeper and picked up the speed a little.

“Yes, more,
faster
.” She was getting demanding.

Dammit, he wanted to rip his pants off and really make her—

“I want you inside me,” she said. She moved her arm off her face and their eyes locked. “I want to feel your cock filling me up.”

He felt like someone had just kicked him in the chest. He tried to concentrate on the basics—staying upright with his heart beating, for instance.

This had started out as a kiss to remind her of their heat and chemistry, that they
belonged
together. But that hadn’t been enough. Touching her was addictive. Her sounds were addictive. The sight of her naked body, the taste of her naked body…he’d needed more. And now he couldn’t stop.

He got to his feet, his eyes on her face. She watched him, not making a move to close her legs or cover up.

“I want to see your nipples, Reese,” he said, unbuckling his belt and sliding it from the belt loops before dropping it on the floor.

She arched her back to reach for the zipper and Tony got painfully hard. He liked her compliant. He was easygoing, laidback, all of that, but he really did like it when people did what he wanted them to do.

He lowered his zipper at the same time she unzipped her dress. She pulled the straps of the dress off her shoulders and the bodice slid down, exposing the firm, pink-centered breasts he’d fantasized about more than he should have.

“Hell, yeah,” he muttered. He dug a condom from his pocket before pushing his pants to the floor and kicking them out of the way.

“Good Lord,” she said, her gaze roaming over him hungrily. “I really like the open shirt and silk boxers look.”

“Do you now?” he shrugged out of the shirt and dropped the boxers.

She sucked in a breath and then licked her lips.

His cock strained toward her.

“I like that
a lot
more,” she said sincerely.

“That works out nicely.” He stepped between her knees, rolling the condom on.

She looked absolutely delicious and he couldn’t wait another minute.

He leaned over, slid his hands under her ass, tilted her pelvis and slid home.

The heat and friction were perfect. Her moan was perfect. The tight grip of her pussy around him was perfect.

How in the
hell
had he forgotten this?

He had the rest of his life to make love to this woman. He would have thousands of memories. But he had a feeling he would always miss not having last night.

“Reese, my God, you feel amazing.” He pulled out and thrust again and it was like heaven.

“Ditto.” She tried to catch her breath. It didn’t work. “Oh my God, ditto.”

He couldn’t help his smug grin. Fortunately, her eyes were shut so she didn’t notice. He stroked in and out, absorbing the feel of every single hot sweet inch of her and cataloguing everything from the way her neck arched to the exact color of the skin on her inner thigh.

He wanted to know how the skin on the back of her knee tasted and what sound she made when he swirled his tongue into her bellybutton. He wanted to memorize the various shades of mahogany and chestnut and chocolate in her hair. He wanted to know what her favorite book was and if she liked baseball and if she preferred salty or sweet snacks.

And all of this occurred to him while he was fucking her.

That was most definitely a first.

He picked up the pace, unable to do anything but follow his body’s reaction to hers. He was more turned on than he could remember being in the recent—or not so recent—past. It was the combination of how gorgeous she was spread out on the bed, her hair wild around her head, her body open and offered up to him, and the anticipation he felt knowing there was so much more to come. Days, weeks, years of touching her, pleasuring her, learning her.

There was chocolate syrup and whipped cream in their future. There were a hundred other positions in their future. There was more dirty talk and toys and…holding hands and kissing under the mistletoe and surprise birthday parties and lazy Sunday mornings.

How his brain jumped from dirty talk and dildos to all of those sweet, couple-type activities that he didn’t know a damned thing about, he wasn’t sure. What shocked him even more was how hot it made him.

Tony thrust deep, wanting to be as close to Reese as he could be. She gasped and tightened around him.

He wanted her to come. Hard. For him. He reached up and took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, stroking deep and firm as he rolled the hard tip.

He felt the response around him. “Come on, Reese, let go. Let me feel your sweet pussy clamping down. Suck me in, sweetheart.”

She did. Her muscles tightened and pulled him deep, her body shuddering as he pumped in and out, the friction building.

“I want to hear you, Reese. What do you need?”

“You. Harder. Faster.”