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

fueled the need burning her up from the inside out. Until she couldn’t think, couldn’t even remember if she breathed. Completely at his whim, she could only react, let him take her world and spin it beyond her wildest imagination.
    “Did you make yourself come while thinking of me? Christ, I think I spent most of high school with my cock in my hand, fantasizing about you. Your sweet mouth, your tight little ass…” He groaned, his body shaking now along with hers. His teeth clamped down on the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. He reached down and hooked her knee, pulled her leg over his hip and increased his tempo, thrusting deeper, harder. “Tell me, Tina. Have you?”
    She drew a shuddering breath and attempted to find her brain, to make her tongue work.
    “Yes. Ohhhh, God . Yes.” Another wave of pleasure pulsed through her, and she dragged her fingernails down his back, her toes curling.
    Sebastian cursed under his breath. His hips jerked. His breathing hitched, and he paused on an out stroke. His body shook in earnest now, his breath taking on an erratic huff, all of it telling her he’d arrived at the same place she had—lost and overwhelmed.
    “You’re my favorite fantasy, Baz. That morning you answered the door in your underwear?” She wrapped her arms around him and turned her head, kissing his shoulder, his neck, scraping her teeth over his stubbled jaw. He had her riding that fine sweet edge, on the verge of rupturing, but when she went, she planned to take him with her. “I had an incredible orgasm before getting out of bed, thinking about you, about this.”
    His head shot up, eyes dark and hungry. Then he bent his head and took her mouth, his tongue thrusting inside. He pushed into her hard, over and over. His lips bruised hers, demanding and coaxing a response. Her body bowed off the bed with each stroke, rising to meet him until, with one last flick of his hips, the tension ruptured. His cock hit the exact right spot inside, and pleasure exploded through her, leaving her trembling and gasping.
    Sebastian’s body tensed over her and began to shake as his orgasm claimed him. “Fuck. Tina…”
    When the trembling stopped, he dropped his forehead into the crook of her shoulder. They lay that way, for how long she couldn’t be certain, holding each other, their harsh breathing the only sound in the room, both trying to catch their breath.
    When their breathing finally returned to normal, he rolled off her and collapsed onto the bed beside her. They lay in silence, side by side. She didn’t know what to say to him. Their lovemaking amazed her. Never had she imagined it would be that good with him. That he’d far exceeded her expectations had her grinning in spite of herself.
    Beside her, Sebastian chuckled, low and still breathless. “Jesus. I always knew it would be intense with you.”
    Grateful that nothing had changed, she took his playful words and ran with them. Let them fuel her need. He made her feel beautiful, wanted, and for this one night, she intended to take as much as he’d give her.
    She rolled onto her side and tucked her hand beneath her pillow, arching a brow at him. “Think you can handle me, cowboy?”
    He laughed again and took a moment to take off the condom, wrapped it in a tissue from the box on her nightstand, and tossed it in the small trashcan beside her bed. Then he lay back again and looked over at her. Wickedness glinted in his eyes as he took her hand, slid it down his stomach, and curled her fingers around his length. He was still hard as granite.
    He arched a brow, accepting her challenge and tossing it back at her. “I think the question is, sweetheart, whether or not you can handle me .”
    She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. His orgasm hadn’t even taken the edge off his erection. She’d heard about guys like him, who could quite literally go all night. She’d never met one, had always figured they were nothing more than guys