Irresistible (Underneath it All Series: Book One) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (6 page)

It's just sex
, I assured myself.
Picking up where we left off
.

That train of thought was rendered useless when I walked into a very different scenario than the last. She wasn't waiting by the bedpost, silent and brooding like she was ready to get this thing over with. She was behind the bar, making drinks for us. Making herself at home.

She paused, ready to make me the same drink from the club. This time, the garnish was her smile. A real one.

"Hey there."

She was changing the script. Changing the rules of the game.

I liked it. Liked it way more than I was supposed to.

I wanted to change the script too, because the last time I'd kissed nearly every inch of her, except the delicious lips that were now wrapped around the rim of the wine glass.

I didn't do relationships, and I couldn't remember the last time I'd longed to kiss any woman. Fuck? That was business as usual. The rest was a recent development. Sadie made me want to break all kinds of rules.

And that was unacceptable.

I hated to take my eyes off her, standing there in a sheer negligee that was the same color as her nipples. Nearly identical to the blush that lit up her cheeks and made her eyes glow.

I turned my back to her and glared at the door, like it was its fault that I was in this predicament. A part of me wanted to stay on this ride as long as possible, navigating these unchartered waters until I discovered something new. Something that didn't leave me starving for my next fix.

Or until you capsize and drown
. That was the rest. The piece of me that learned a long time ago that hope was a trap that left you more broken than whole.

"Hey," I grunted. I didn't make myself at home. I remained near the door, not trusting myself to go any closer, or I'd have no choice but to touch her. To take her.

"'Hey'?" she repeated, her voice registering all the conflicting emotions I was battling. The thing that hit me right in the chest was the hurt. Like she'd been looking forward to seeing me and I'd come home and turned on ESPN.

And there I was again, domesticating something that should be black and white.

"That's generally how one greets someone," I followed up, trying to inject some nonchalance in my voice and failing miserably. I sounded bitter.

"Someone?" she parroted back at me. “You sure know how to make a girl feel special."

“I aim to please.” A weak laugh rattled my lips. Instead of loosening my tie, I pulled it tighter, like a noose.

The room was quiet after my awkward chuckle. I got my wish—it was just as silent as it had been the last time we were together in a bedroom. I refused to acknowledge the truth, which was while there was no audible sound, the room was filled with tension. And it was all on me.

I felt the clink in my bones when she lowered the glass to the counter.

"Did something change in the time since we saw each other at the club and now?"

I manned up and finally faced her. I expected to see anger scrawled all over her face. Hand on her hip. The closed off glare from before things got complicated. I wasn't prepared for genuine sadness. That maybe she'd seen something, some potential, that I was dashing before her very eyes. My little fighter was showing a weakness and revealing one of my own.

I couldn't stand to see her hurting.

Against my better judgment, I reached out and caressed her cheek. My fingertips brushed her skin lightly, but I felt a jolt deep inside me. She shivered, like she felt it too.

“I think something changed the minute I realized I've never met anyone like you,” I confessed.

The sadness flew from her face and was quickly replaced by worry.

She crept backward, her eyes hooded and cautious. "Look, Jackson, I don't know what you're looking for-"

Since I'd already made a fool of myself, I decided to do more than just throw out the rulebook. I set it on fire.

I moved toward her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back to me. The gasp of surprise that fell from her lips made my cock pulse. I waited until she caught her breath before I pressed my body into hers. Her eyes glazed with lust when she felt my desire stiffen against her.

"You. I'm looking for you, Sadie."

~

"M
e, huh?" Her wild eyes glittered as she painted a trail down to my crotch and slowly worked her way back up. "Certain parts of me, clearly."

That cautious part of me finally clocked off, content that my romantic slip was being put aside for the very real, very hard physical display of what I wanted.

I let my hands wander, cupping her ass, soft and the perfect fit for my palms. Her eyelids fluttered shut as I massaged the globes, rocking into her more subtly than I liked. “Parts like this?" When she didn't answer immediately, I one-handed the delicious curve and used the other to smack her bottom. Her eyes flew open in surprise and her other cheeks, the ones on her beautiful face, darkened. That wasn't enough though. I didn't release the breath I was holding until I saw excitement flash in those emerald opals.

Her lips parted and she let out the tiniest, "Yes."

Satisfied and still in need, I continued to the other parts of Sadie that I craved. As much as I wanted to dive back into the warmth and wetness between her thighs, making her wait, making her beg for it, offered delights that I longed to explore. I was in no hurry tonight. I wanted her to be dripping, writhing by the time I moved inside her.

There was no space between us, her naked skin teasing me behind the whispery fabric of her lingerie. Even though it was only a moment of separation, an ache radiated through me when I released her. From the brief pout that danced across her lips, she was aching too.

“I'm not going anywhere, Red,” I assured her, my voice thick and husky.

She bit her bottom lip, consumed by some combination of embarrassment, annoyance, and arousal. "If anyone else called me that, they'd get an earful."

I swept my thumb across her top lip. "Does that mean I'm special?"

She didn't answer. Not out loud anyway. Her tongue lashed out, licking my finger, and that was answer enough. I had other parts of her I wanted to touch.

Tease.

Taste.

All of that was irrelevant, secondary to an urge to right a wrong that was officially unacceptable.

I had to kiss her.

I combed my fingers through her red and gold hair and gripped her neck, pulling her close. There was no halfway, no waiting for her to make the final move. She lifted on her toes and crushed her mouth against me. This wasn't a kiss about romance or warm and fuzzy shit. Hunger made our teeth clang together, our tongues frenzying around each other. Listening to the rhythm of our lust and tasting the forbidden fruit, I suddenly understood why it was forbidden. I couldn't go back. I was tumbling down this rabbit hole, headfirst, and damn if I wasn't enjoying every moment.

I broke off the kiss, reluctantly, but she didn't move an inch, her eyes still squeezed shut.

"Holy shit," she whispered, her shoulders rising and falling as erratically as the heart that pounded in my chest.

I smirked and hooked a finger in the spaghetti strap of her sexy little outfit. Her nipples pressed through the paper-thin chiffon, hard as rocks. As hard as a very swollen part of me.

"Such a dirty little mouth," I murmured, wetting my lips when she opened her eyes, giving me a look that told me I had no idea just how dirty.

She winked at me and lowered herself to the floor, trailing her hands down my chest, gripping my belt when her knees hit the Persian rug. "Let me show you."

She unbuckled my belt, jerking it loose with a growl that came from the back of her throat. It was a hungry sound that made me squeeze my eyes shut. I didn't want to hold her reins, tell her how I liked it. It was crazy, impossible since we'd barely known each other for twenty-four hours, but I knew she knew exactly how I liked it before she even took me in her mouth.

Pleasure rippled over me when her tongue swirled around the tip, her hand holding the base of me. She teased my mushroom head with licks and lashes that made me throw my head back and beg for more.

“Christ, that feels good," I groaned, tightening my grip on her hair but not guiding her. I wanted her to take me where she wanted me to go, which was right to the edge so she could pull me back.

Her hand slipped up and down my shaft in time with her lips. I’d never been a man who couldn't control himself, regulate my pleasure until I was ready to explode. This was different. It took every breathing exercise I knew to steady myself. To wait, and be patient, because my climax was unnecessary. Hers, however, was my top priority.

I enjoyed her touch for a few more moments, then gathered the will to pull her back to her feet. Her face was aglow with desire, with a need that I felt, too.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?” I asked her, knowing the answer.

She balled the hem of her negligee in her fists, nodding emphatically. "Yes."

It was my turn to drop to my knees. In heels, her breasts were right where they needed to be. Her nipples pebbled against lace, arching toward my lips.

She brought her hands to her straps, ready to tear off the wrapping like Christmas morning, but I wasn't done teasing. I took her wrists in my hands and held them at her side, smirking when I saw the fight dancing in her narrowed eyes.

"I just wanted to-"

"Shh," I murmured, giving her wrists a playful squeeze and letting go when she stopped struggling. "I know what you want." I cupped her breasts in my hand, need rippling through my body and possessing my fingers. I tugged at her hardened nipples until she crooned with uncaged lust. The sound of her surrender.

I eased forward, teasing the fabric with my tongue, the barrier between her nipples and my touch heightening my need. It ripped through my body like a lightning bolt and when I clutched her peak between my teeth, we moaned in unison.

Her fingers brushed my scalp as I devoured her breasts like they were my last meal. I couldn't get enough, but I would be damned if I wouldn't try.

I rose up, a man on a mission. I was tempted to tear off my shirt, but she stopped me with a clucking of her tongue.

"I know you can afford to ruin your shirt, but let me help you anyway," she winked. When she placed both palms on my chest and gazed into my eyes with such clarity, such delicious purpose, I knew she wasn't planning on helping as much as torturing me like I'd tortured her.

She dragged her fingertips up and down my chest, plinking the buttons like keys on a piano. She paused on the bottom one and flashed me a devilish grin. "Do you want to fuck me?"

Too impatient, too on fire, I took her hand and guided it toward my answer. My thick, bulging, “hell yes.”

She gripped me tight, massaging my balls with her other hand before she let go and returned to my buttons. The flush in her cheeks gave her away, even if her voice was steady, laced with lust. "Tell me how you want me." She skipped up three buttons. "Make love to me with your words." Her voice dropped a note, becoming a husky whisper that made the impossible happen. She turned a phrase that should have made me run for the hills into the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. "Then make good on your promise." She finished unbuttoning while I caught my breath, only to end up back at square one when her fingers danced across my chest and she peeled my shirt off, tossing it aside.

I gazed at her luminescence, like something naughty and soft and all mine, and the words flowed from my lips.

"I'm going to lift you in my arms. Not like we're in some sweeping romance with tender kisses and sweet nothings. I'm going to grab your ass and pull you against my body so you can feel what you do to me. I’m gonna hold you tight so later, you'll feel the whispers of my touch on your skin. I'm going to take you to the bed and throw you down like a man who can't wait one more minute to have you. And as badly as I want to tear that hot little number you're wearing to shreds, I don't even have time to do that. I want to hike it up and snatch your G-string to the side. I want to thrust into your wetness without warning." I took a step toward her, drinking in her hooded eyes, the way she couldn't stop biting her lip. Riveted. "And after I make you come, screaming my name, I'm going to flip you over and take you from behind. When I feel you quaking, ready to explode again, then I'll let go." She stepped closer and I went the rest of the way, roping her thick locks in my fist and tugging until her head fell back. I made her intense emeralds glow with anticipation. "I don't want to make love to you, Red. I want to fuck you." I let go of her hair and clutched her buttocks. "I'm
going
to fuck you."

There was no sign of fear, no part of her hidden. The only thing I saw reflected in her eyes was the same dare she'd given back at the bar.
Do it. I dare you.

Words were forgotten, discarded in favor of action, and I lifted her from the floor. She gave as good as she got, wrapping her legs around my waist and nipping my shoulder as I carried her to the bed. I made good on my promise, tossing her onto the mattress. She was panting in time with my jagged breaths, our hearts pounding in sync as I climbed onto the bed after her. The naughty little thing had been prepared, and I quickly tore open the gold-colored condom package and rolled it over my solid length.

Her legs were spread and just to put her spin on my story, she slid a hand down her stomach and spread her bare lips and dipped a finger inside her wetness. She pulled it out and almost put it in her mouth, but I lunged forward and took it in mine instead. She was as sweet as I remembered, her scent, her arousal pushing me toward bliss. This wasn’t her story, or my story. It was our story.

She slipped another finger in my mouth, gritting her teeth as she writhed beneath me. "Do it," she begged. "Please, Jackson!"

Hearing my name on her tongue was the breaking point and I drove inside her in a single, righteous thrust. All the muscles inside her seized my cock, working me as I worked her. I watched her face contort, her eyes squeezed shut as she lost herself in the passion. I couldn't close my eyes. Wouldn’t. I wanted to remember her like this.