Winning the Billionaire (Seattle Bachelors Book 2) by JM Stewart Page A

he’d made a derogatory comment about her. Who spent every Thanksgiving and Christmas at her parents’ house. The knowledge eased the nervous tangles in her stomach.
    “I’m sorry. It’s childish, really. I’ve always wondered how big you were. When you kissed me the other day, you had an erection. I ached to touch you, to find out.” Brave now with the ease between them, she rose to kneel in front of him. Gaze locked on his, she straddled his thighs and reached between their bodies, dragging her fingertips lightly up the length of his cock. “I’m pleased to see I was right. You are most definitely not a small boy.”
    His eyes slid to half-mast. He caressed her thighs and the curve of her hips before closing his hands around her ass. Using the purchase, he pulled her farther up his lap, until the length of him nestled against the folds of her body. He nipped at her bottom lip, murmuring against her mouth. “Thought about my cock, have you?”
    Those words from his mouth, the teasing taunt in his tone, had a hot little shiver running through her. She’d long wondered how it would be between them, if the teasing would make its way into the bedroom, too. She was glad to see it did.
    She wound her arms around his neck and rubbed her breasts across his chest, delighting in the luscious friction of her nipples against the smattering of dark hair covering his pecs. Then she rose up, sinking down enough to allow the head to slip inside. “A few times.”
    He groaned, his eyes fluttering closed, and froze. His hands closed almost painfully tight around her ass cheeks. His jaw clenched and a tremor rolled through him. “Shit…You’re fucking unmanning me, Tina. I haven’t had a hair trigger since I was like nineteen.”
    She rolled her hips again, and he slipped deeper inside her. His thick cock rubbed sensitive, swollen tissues, setting fire to every nerve ending along the way. She longed to close her eyes and immerse herself in the luscious delight, but his reactions captured her attention. A mix of torment and pleasure rolled across his features. Over the years, she’d had her fair share of lovers, but his reactions were the ultimate turn-on. She wanted to give him the same pleasure he gave her. She had every intention of keeping this at one night. Tomorrow, she would end the insanity between them. Sebastian would never be what she truly wanted. But for this one night, she’d let herself enjoy him, and she wanted to make sure he never forgot their time together.
    He growled, low and frustrated and aroused, and opened his eyes. Two seconds later, he flipped her onto her back and flicked his hips against hers, shoving hard into her. Her headboard knocked the wall with the force of his thrust.
    Christina gasped with the impact. One thrust and he’d struck the match. Her thighs trembled and her inner muscles tightened. Pleasure rolled through her.
    “Sebastian…” Jesus, he felt good. His cock filled every inch of her insides, rubbing all the right places and every nerve ending was like a live wire, lit up and throbbing.
    He brushed his mouth over hers, kissing his way across her jaw. His hot tongue stroked up her neck to the sensitive spot behind her ear. “How many times have you touched yourself while thinking of my cock, hmm?”
    He whispered the words and flicked his hips again, shoving into her. Her headboard knocked the wall again. His pelvis rubbed her swollen clit. Tiny tremors skittered across the surface of her skin. Her response caught in her throat, a strangled moan her only coherent reply. Instead, she opted to show him and curled her fingers around his ass, arching against him.
    He began a slow, torturous rhythm then, stroking all the way in and all the way out. All the while his mouth traveled her neck, her shoulder, her ear. His warm breath whispered over her skin, his breathing harsh and erratic. She relished every sound, every twitch of muscle. Her body tuned to his, and his every reaction