Yours Completely: A Cinderella Love Story (Billionaires and Brides #1) (16 page)

“Ella.” He put his hands on her head and pulled her away from him. He didn't want it to end like this. He wanted to give her more pleasure than she'd ever known. “Your turn.”

Her eyes widened in surprise and he had to wonder how her other lovers had treated her. He pushed gently on her shoulders, silently asking her to lay back on the couch and let him please her.

She did so slowly, watching his every move. Her eyes were full of desire though, and not an ounce of fear. He liked that.

He knelt on the floor, positioning himself at her hips. He almost didn't know where to start. He wanted to do everything at once, touch her everywhere. But he knew that wouldn't take her to the cusp of madness, so he simply kissed her hip bone. She gasped when he nibbled at the tender spot, and he found himself excited to make her do more then just gasp.

He traced the edge of her plain panties with his tongue, leaving a wet line of desire across her stomach before moving south. A damp spot was already forming with her excitement and he carefully kissed her there. She whimpered and it took every ounce of self control he had not to just rip the panties from her body and claim her right then.

Slowly, teasing both her and himself, he pulled her underwear down and tossed them to the side. She was so beautiful that he didn't pause to bring his mouth to the center of her arousal and begin to tease her with his tongue.

Her hand went to the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as he worked his magic. With every twist of his tongue and nip of his teeth, she panted harder and and he had to work to keep her thighs from squeezing his head so he could keep going. When her legs started to vibrate, he knew she was close and he upped his speed.

“Jace...” she whimpered, her face flushed as she started to tremble and everything tightened.

She came hard and fast, gasping and moaning as she crashed into the pleasure he gave her.

Feeling her orgasm nearly drove him to the edge himself. It was possibly the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. Every inch of her responded to his touch like magic, and he wanted to do it again and again.

He kept his mouth on her, pushing her into yet another orgasm. Her spine arched, and her body reacted even stronger the second time. He loved the way her toes curled and she held her breath.

Her body went limp while her breathing quickened. He kissed up her stomach, stopping to kiss each breast reverently.

“Jace...” she whispered.

Their eyes met. Her hazel eyes were so damn beautiful he felt like he could stare into them forever, especially with her face flushed with pleasure.

“Please. Don't make me wait.” She licked her lips and begged with her gaze.

She didn't have to ask twice. He scrambled through the bedroom and over to the bathroom to grab a condom from his night-bag, wishing that he could just magically have one appear on him so he wouldn't have to leave her.

When he turned around, she stood in front of him.

What little blood was in his brain headed south. Her hair fell in soft waves against her soft skin and she was completely naked in front of him. She was sexy as hell and all his.

She took the condom from his hands and opened it, sheathing him in it with a smooth motion. Just her touch made him shudder and he knew he wouldn't be able to contain himself for long around her.

He crashed into her, kissing her and backing her into the bed. Together they tumbled into the soft mattress, bodies struggling to find a way to somehow grow even closer.

His eyes found her as he positioned himself at her entrance. He wanted her so badly, but even in his hormone-coated brain, he wanted to be absolutely sure she wanted this. He didn't want to just take from her.

In response to his unasked question, she reached up and kissed him, wrapping her legs around him and drawing him into her.

The first thrust was heaven. The second was even better. His brain lost the ability to even come up with words to describe the pure pleasure her body gave him. The animal in him took over, took them both over, as their mouths crashed together and their bodies moved to fill one another. He couldn't get enough of her sweet taste or the way she felt sliding against him. Her breasts brushed against his chest as their hips moved together in perfect harmony.

He'd never felt desire like this before. It was primal, yet so much more. It was heaven. Her head tilted back with a sexy little noise that short-circuited whatever brain cells he had that were still firing. He didn't know that a noise could turn him on quite so much.

He greedily ran his tongue and mouth over every inch of her, desperate to experience all of her. He wanted the wild pulse in her throat, the soft edge of her shoulder, even the curve of her hip to be his and his alone.

She clenched against him, and he needed to give her more. To give this woman who matched him so perfectly everything.

He put his hand to her cheek and her eyes fluttered open to look at him. Their gazes connected and he could see all the way into her beautiful soul. It was like looking into a galaxy filled with warmth, desire, and so much more. So much of everything he ever wanted.

He shattered, losing himself to her completely. His body dove deeper, questing to complete himself in her in the most primal and powerful way. He wanted to claim her, to mark her as his, and as he felt his own orgasm release, he knew that he had.

He collapsed on top of her, the two of them still writhing against each other. She was his now. Now and forever, and he didn't ever want to let her go.

E
lla woke up, but kept her eyes firmly shut. She was sure she was still asleep. Still dreaming. There was no way that her life could be like this. Her life was never this good, yet somehow, she knew it could be.

The man next to her shifted slightly, his warmth seeping into her skin like sunshine. She peeked open one eye to see his sculpted chest bare from the waist up. His dark hair was mussed and couldn't have looked better if a team of stylists had worked on him for an hour. He was the most handsome thing she'd ever seen. Especially since he was smiling at her.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he rumbled, his voice low and sexy. When Ella had collapsed from happy exhaustion last night, she was sure she would be sexually stated for at least three weeks, but three words from him and she was ready for more. More than ready.

“Good morning,” she murmured, slowly opening her eyes. The dream hadn't dissipated yet and she was beginning to suspect it was real. She had to pee and her mouth was dry. If this were a dream, neither of those things would be occurring. It was the discomfort that convinced her. Discomfort was normal, so if it was here, then this was real.

He was real.

“I was wondering when you'd wake up,” Jace continued, setting his phone on the nightstand.

“What time is it?” she asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She nearly forgot she was naked under the sheet as she moved, but realizing that she was only made her smile. Memories of the night before and just how she had become naked made her core heat.

“Just after seven,” Jace answered. “Would you like some breakfast? I hear they have excellent room service here.”

“Room service?” Ella blanched. If any of the staff saw her in here, there would be hell to pay. Guests were strictly off limits. Delores had made it very clear how she felt about Ella even looking at guests, let alone sleeping with one. Ella didn't even want to think of what Delores would do to her if she found out Ella was sleeping with the billionaire Delores wanted for Allison. “No.”

Jace raised an eyebrow. “No? Then what are we going to eat?”

Ella chewed on her lip. Last night she hadn't thought about this morning. She hadn't thought about what she was going to wear back to her room or what they were going to eat. “Um, I think I have a granola bar stashed in the cleaning cart around the corner...”

“It's a good thing I have options, then.” Jace laughed and kissed her cheek. He picked up his phone and typed in a quick message before setting it back on the nightstand.

“What do you mean, 'options?'” Ella frowned. Her brain was still trying to process how she was going to get out of his room to change without have the staff seeing her. They wouldn't mean to get her in trouble, but Delores had eyes everywhere.

A knock on the door made her gasp. With no where else to go, she simply pulled the sheets up over her head and hid like a child. Maybe whoever was at the door wouldn't ask too many questions and wouldn't expose her.

“Thank you, Christopher,” Jace said. There wasn't a Christopher on staff that Ella knew, and curiosity made her peep out from under the sheet. Jace stood at the door wearing a pair of cotton pajama pants and looking completely at ease. A young man she didn't recognize wearing dress slacks and a dress shirt was handing Jace two large paper bags.

“Your flight plan was cleared and you're clear for takeoff whenever you're ready, Mr. Connor,” the young man replied.

“Excellent. I'll let you know if I need anything else.” Jace closed the door and turned back to face her. He tipped his hair and smiled. “You can come out now.”

Slowly, Ella lowered the sheet. It was difficult not to stare at the man before her. Bare, muscular chest with those thin cotton pants that hid nothing- he was gorgeous to look at.

“Who was that?” she asked, settling the sheet back away from her face.

“One of my assistants,” Jace replied. “He brought us breakfast as well as a change of clothes for you. Unless you want to wear your dress all day. It did look really good.”

“No, thank you,” Ella said, shaking her head at the idea of wearing the dress. “How did you know what size clothes to get me?”

“I peeked at the gown,” Jace answered with just a hint of a blush. “And you seem to be about the same size as Madelyn. You did both fit in that wedding dress.”

“Oh.” Ella blushed, remembering him walking in on her wearing the dress. It was strange to think that was less than two days ago.

Jace handed her one of the brown bags and she opened it on her lap. Inside was a cute polka-dot summer dress. Ella loved it immediately. She fingered the fabric, noting how soft it was. She held it up and noticed that it was wonderfully opaque. It was hard to find a dress like this that wasn't ridiculously see through as well.

There was more than just a dress in the bag. A lacy bra with matching panties, as well as a sensible but stylish pair of flats were also in the bag.

“You didn't have to do this,” she said, mentally calculating that the bra alone was worth a week's salary for her.

“Do you like them?” he asked, putting the second bag on the nightstand and pulling things out of it. “The shoes are a bit simple, but they were all Christopher could find this morning.”

“Yes. They're better than glass slippers,” she murmured. “This lingerie is nicer than anything I own. It's too much.”

“Not at all. They're yours now. I can't take them back and they'd look funny on me,” he replied, not letting her give them back. He grinned and held up a cup. “Coffee or tea? Cream or sugar?”

“Coffee, cream and sugar, please,” she replied, still holding the beautiful clothing. She couldn't remember the last time someone had given her something without expecting anything in return.

He focused his attention back on the cup of coffee, devoting his energy into making her the perfect cup. It was charming. When he finished, he handed her a perfect cup as well as a breakfast egg sandwich on thick white bread.

“I hope egg and bacon is okay,” he said, sitting back on the bed with her, his own breakfast on his lap. “I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I just had Christopher get his favorites. If you want something else, I can get it for you.”

“No, this is perfect,” Ella assured him. Her mouth watered as she picked up the sandwich. It had been a very long time since anyone had gotten her a hot breakfast, let alone one in bed.

It was hard not to devour the entire sandwich in one bite. It was delicious. The egg was perfectly poached and the bacon crisp and crunchy. The thick bread was toasted on the edges but chewy and moist on the inside. She'd never had a better sandwich in her life.

“So, I don't mean to pry, but I couldn't help but overhear your assistant say your flight plan was approved for today,” Ella said once she'd nearly finished her sandwich. She hated the way her stomach twisted slightly at the thought of him leaving. It was her first day off in forever, and she had been hoping to spend it with him. But if he had a flight...

“Do you like helicopters?” Jace asked, popping the last of his own sandwich in his mouth and apparently not answering her question.

“Um, yes?” Ella shrugged. “I've never been on one. They look fun, though.”

“Would you like to go on one today?” Jace grinned, his eyes getting a mischievous sparkle.

“With you? Yes.” Ella smiled, the twist in her stomach quickly coming undone. “I was kind of hoping to spend the day with you.”

“Good,” Jace replied. He kissed her cheek. “Because I was kind of hoping to spend the day with you, too.” He stood up and stretched, his muscles moving in the morning sunlight and making Ella's thoughts turn away from sandwiches and coffee.

“You sure we need to go on a helicopter?” Ella whispered, watching his body move. Suddenly just staying in the bed seemed like a very, very good idea. “We could just stay here.”

Jace turned, his smile completely absorbing her. Her knees trembled and she was glad she wasn't standing because she would have melted. “Yes. But it can wait.”

With that, he jumped on the bed and kissed her. She giggled and pulled down the sheet, letting him know that he should take her idea to stay in bed very seriously.

***

W
earing her new dress, complete with underwear, bra and shoes, Ella had never felt more spoiled in her life. Her stomach was full, her heart was happy, and she was walking across the tarmac to a bright blue helicopter bearing the Connor emblem.

Jace held her hand as the entered the helicopter. Ella had seen pictures of helicopters, but they were always of commercial or military styles. This was a luxury helicopter. Where other helicopters had simple black utilitarian seats, this one had leather. The pilot sat up front in his own cockpit area while the cabin area looked more like a luxury jet. The thing was so lavish it had wood floors and the leather chairs were so soft that Ella was tempted to rub her cheek against one.