The Billionaire's Longshot: Betting on You Series: Book Three by Jeannette Winters Page B

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    Below decks was even more impressive. The interior was filled with rich, stained wood and had a pull-out couch. To the left was a small kitchen that included a stove and refrigerator.
    “You can change in the bedroom if you wish, but it is kind of tight in there. Much more space here.”
    They had kissed several times, but he hadn’t verbalized his feelings. His blatant sexual innuendo confused her. Was that what this afternoon ride was about? Taking it to the next level? Ross, still holding her hand, began to stroke it gently, coaxing her for an answer. Even the slightest touch ignited a flame within her. It would be so easy to give in, let nature take its course. All she had ever been told was to think things out fully before making a decision. When he touched her, there were a lot of things she wanted to do, but thinking wasn’t one of them.
    Her own wants caused her to blush; she decided to ignore his offer this time. Reluctantly she pulled her hand from his, found her bathing suit in her bag, and retreated to the bedroom. With the locked door now behind her she closed her eyes and tried to regain control of her thoughts. It’s just one afternoon, nothing more. Somehow this knowledge saddened her. Since Ross was waiting for her only a few feet away, there was no time to search her soul for the right answer.
    She was stunning no matter what she wore. What was unexpected was his reaction to her standing before him in a small black and gold string bikini that barely covered her. She was captivating. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He gazed from her toes to her slender hips, over her tiny abdomen, and finally, at her voluptuous breasts. As if this wasn’t enough to floor him, she stood there watching him, her own eyes equally filled with desire.
    He told himself to close his eyes, turn, and walk away. Don’t start what you can’t finish. But he was unable to move and watched as she exited the bedroom to stand by him. He’d never wanted a woman as badly as he wanted Jill. He wasn’t sure he could stop if he simply kissed her. In the tight quarters, the swell of her breasts were only inches away, begging him to release them from the confines of the thin fabric.
    Her tongue darted across her lips, and softly she said his name, “Ross.”
    In one swift move he pulled her against him, devouring her lips with a hard, feverish kiss. He tried to pull away, but she held him to her, parting her lips to let him inside. He inhaled her sweet scent as he kissed down her jaw to the nape of her neck, and back to her lips. He almost regained control but was totally lost when a moan of pleasure escaped her.
    His hands ran freely down her back, over her sweet ass, and back up to cup her heaving breasts. Breaking their kiss briefly, he whispered, “You’re so beautiful,” then captured her again as he swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
    Laying her down, he nibbled and kissed her jaw to her neck but didn’t stop there. One hand reached behind her back and untied the tiny string holding the top in place. He met her gaze as his teeth clamped down on the cloth and pulled it away like an animal.
    His hand cupped her breast; her moans grew deeper. Plucking at one nipple, he sucked the other, teasingly flicking it with his tongue. He needed more of her. Now. As he licked and nipped his way across her stomach, her hands tried to block his path. One hand grabbed them both as the other explored. His teeth untied the bow on her left hip, then the right. He deftly removed the bikini bottoms, leaving her naked beneath him. Her body trembled as he spread her legs. She quivered as his tongue circled her belly button and traced lower, stopping only to nip softly on her inner thigh.
    Breathlessly she begged, “Ross, I can’t.”
    “You can,” he said as his tongue licked her center gently. “And you will.” He circled her clit then sucked on it. Jill cried out in pleasure, arching her hips off the bed, her moans