The Billionaire's Desire (A Billionaire BWWM Steamy Romance) (26 page)

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Every
step towards the door seemed to take hours. I found myself hysterically
wondering just how long the hallway could possibly be. I didn't remember it
taking this long to walk into the restaurant, but that was before I had messed
up everything, irreparably.

Instead
of staying firm, I had let him inside. I had told him about my mother, my most
private, treasured memories. I had laughed and joked and fallen back in love
with him over the course of one meal. I hated him for that, and I hated myself
for being so weak that I couldn't resist him a second time. So that instead of
speaking with dignity, I had thrown my pregnancy in his face, using it as a
weapon to hurt him the way I was hurting.

The
way he had looked at me, like my words had knocked the wind out of him, made me
bolt for the door.

I
couldn't stand to see Zachary Kingsley look at me with such feeling.
 
I just wanted to get out of the door,
away from him, away from my humiliation. And I was almost there.

"No,
Kia, stop."

Zach's
hand was iron around my wrist, and when he pulled me to him, my anger reached a
fever pitch. "No! Do not call me Kia! Don't be nice to me, don't cut me
slack, don't try to fucking placate me. I'm going to do this myself, dammit. I
don't want your help, your money or any of that bullshit! I knew what I was
doing and I am going to do it right, dammit. I'm going to do this right!"

Zach
closed his other hand around my flailing arm and pulled me closer. He wrapped
his arm around my waist tightly, then cupped my face in his hand.

"You're
right, you are," he said, soft and low. "And I am too."

Something
crumpled inside of me. Something hard and unyielding, yet somehow still
fragile, tumbled to the ground and I sagged into Zach, letting him hold me up.
He slung his arm around me and led me into the lobby of the hotel. I buried my
face into his suitcoat, silent tears flowing freely. When I stumbled, he swept
me up into his arms, carrying me to the elevator as I lay my face in his neck.

The
elevator dinged open into a huge suite on the top floor of the twenty story
hotel. The lights of the city twinkled outside of the windows, giving off just
enough light so that I could see Zach's face as he set me lightly down on his
bed and kneeled in front of me.

"Nakia,"
he said carefully. "Please listen to me. From the moment I met you, the
past had no hold on me. I was only interested in the future and the only future
I can accept for myself is one with you by my side.
 
You are my second chance, a blessing
that an asshole like me doesn't deserve. But somehow you're here anyway, and I
swear to you that this time I'm going to get it right." He brushed his
hand up my cheek, wiping away the tears. "We already know we make an
incredible team, don't we?"

I
sniffled a little and nodded my head. I had to give him that.

His
smile widened. "We are a great team," he echoed, "So I know
we'll make great parents too."

I
felt my stomach flop over. The remnants of the thing that had shattered and
broken inside of me were swept away as I watched his lips as he spoke.

With
a quick darting motion of my head, I brushed his lips with my own. It was so
quick and so sudden that I could almost claim it was an accident.

But
it wasn't.

It
was a test.

And
when I felt the desire flame to life inside of me, I knew. As much as I wanted
to fight it,
this
was the right
thing.
 
I had been fighting it for
so long, but now it seemed so damn easy.

And
then his mouth crashed into mine, and I knew he was not testing me.
 
He knew.

He
held me immobile as he parted my lips with his tongue, letting our mouths melt
and mingle.
 
I melted into him,
yielding to his frightening kiss. There was no going back now. He pulled up
from the kiss gasping, his eyes as dark as storm clouds, searching my face....

"Yes
sir," I breathed.

And
then we were together again. And suddenly there were hands everywhere,
clutching, gripping, kneading and tearing.
 
I heard the sound of stitches popping as he yanked my dress down over my
shoulders.
 
I wiggled the dress
down, and let my bra strap fall to the side.
 
His lips travelled downward like
they
were
a moth
dragged to a flame
and he groaned out in frustrated agony as his lips touched the tender peak of
my breast.
 

"I
thought I had lost you," he groaned, drawing his teeth up lightly across
the sensitive flesh.
 
I felt my
nipple pucker and harden, then stand at rigid attention. Each curling dart of
his tongue sent electricity directly to my clutching, needful core.

"But
you found me," I exhaled, pulling him up and kissing him full on the
mouth.
 
He crushed me to him with
incredible strength, and the gasp he squeezed out of me allowed him to pry my
lips apart with a forceful jab of his tongue.
 
I breathlessly tried to match the
skilled movements of his tongue, but it was all I could so to stay
upright.
 
I lost control of my
already treacherous limbs and sagged into him.

I
moved my fingers to his fly and heard him hiss as I took the metal pull-tab and
pinched it between my fingers.
 
Fixing him with my eyes, I mutely asked permission.

He
gave a slight, anguished nod.

I
dropped to my knees and pulled the zipper down.
 
Hooking my fingers over the waistband of
his trousers, I took a deep breath and yanked downward.

I
knelt down on the cool marble floor and opened my mouth wide.

"No,
Kia," Zach growled, pushing me back lightly. "You first."

I
stumbled and fell back onto the bed, bouncing lightly as I landed in the
cloudlike comforter.

He
unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and lifted it over his head.

I
drank him in, taking in the tanned skin, drawn taut and smooth over bunching
and bulging muscles that rippled and twitched with every tiny motion of his
torso.
 
As he bent his head down
towards me, I was treated to a long, lingering glimpse of the cut 'V' of his
shoulders and the small mountains he called biceps. I hadn't seen him this way
in our frantic coupling in the office. This time I was really seeing Zach, my
Zach.

"Zach,"
I breathed.
 
"You're
beautiful."

He
knelt down onto the marble floor and gave a slight tug to my dress. "I
want to see you too, Kia," he murmured thickly and I lifted my hips
obediently, shivering as his strong fingers brushed against my skin, drawing
goosebumps upward with every burning touch.

He
stood back up and flung my dress aside.
 
I lay back on the bed, panting, my whole body blushing to have him see
me this way, nervous and gasping and half naked on a bed.

"Kia,
you are gorgeous," he breathed.

When
his finger dug into my thighs, parting them with authority, I gasped and bit my
lip.
 
He worked his fingers upward,
letting me get used to his touch on my skin. At the first brush of his
fingertip against the sensitive flesh hidden under my panties, I gasped again,
electrified by the sensations his fingers were eliciting. He answered with a
low, animal noise and took a deep breath.

And
then in one swift motion he yanked my panties free and laid me bare in front of
him, exposed and completely vulnerable.

My
whole body flushed, even before he touched me, so when that first swipe of his
tongue parted my soft folds, I was already on high alert. My overloaded nerves
sang out, sending vibrations up my spine that set my hair standing up on my
neck. I squeezed my thighs together, the intensity of his attention making me
nervous. "Zach?" I questioned....

"Hush,
Kia," he murmured up at me, his warm breath hitting my sensitive nub and
sending my nerves into overdrive again. "Let me love you."

His
words shut my lips tightly, and I felt a tear prick at the corner of my eye and
roll silently down my cheek.
 
Mutely, I nodded and I felt his tongue swipe upward eagerly once more.
This time my nerves sang for a different reason.
 
His hot, eager tongue was delving
upward, eliciting gasps as he swirled it around my virgin opening before moving
upward to concentrate the full of its focus on my buzzing, needful clit.

With
each lapping stroke, my hips began to move of their own accord. I sank my fists
into the comforter, needing to grab ahold of something before I floated away on
the waves of pleasure from my Zachary's tongue.
 

"Zach!"
I cried, but this time there was no fear in my words.
 
I cried out his name, over and over
again, shouting it at the top of my lungs as the pressure inside of me built to
the breaking point.
 
Just as my
frenzied nerves stretched to the limit, I felt something inside of myself shatter
and break and suddenly I was falling and falling, cascading through the abyss
as I let Zach love me with his mouth and tongue.

When
I drew my last shuddering cry, I started to squirm.
 
"Too much," I moaned as I
wiggled, trying to escape his insistent tongue.

"I'm
not done yet," he grunted into my sex, and he sank his fingers into the
flesh of my thighs and pinned me down to the bed.

Unable
to escape, I had no choice but to submit to the pleasure a second time. As the
shockwaves took me upward, I cried out his name in a strangled, agonized cry.
My mouth was thick and garbled, my brain a useless quivering mass of pudding.
All that mattered was his tongue, his lips and his fingers inside of me.
 

I
sat up in the bed and cradled his face in my hands, drawing my brother up from
his post between my legs and kissing him full on the lips. He tasted like my
secret, sensitive places and the smell of it inflamed me so much that I growled
into his throat.
 
He answered my animal
sound with one of his own, tipping me backward onto the bed so that his body
was stretched full along me, our naked skin brushing and pressing and rubbing
flesh on flesh.
 

"Now
let me love you," I commanded

"No,
I'm..." he whispered, but then tailed off, his lips moving soundlessly,
for I had already found his cock.

He
hissed as my fingers sought and found that object of my desire. I allowed
myself one fleeting grasp of his taut buttocks before I moved my hands forward.
Down I blindly delved, for he was kissing me too hard and too ardently for me
to break free.
 
But I found that
cock and I clutched it, making him gasp into my mouth as I began to stroke it,
slowly at first, and then faster.
 
I
gave in to the rhythm of his hips as he began to thrust blindly into my hand.

The
soft smooth skin was in direct opposition to the rock hard heft of his member.
It was such an exquisite combination that I had to see it. I yanked my head
away from his kiss with a gasp and bent my head down. I shimmed down so that my
head was underneath his hips and I opened my lips wide.
 
At the first little lap of my tongue,
Zach groaned and thrust forward.
 
I
pulled away, gasping and choking as the hard thrust invaded my throat.

"Shit,
Kia, I'm sorry, you got me all worked up here," he hissed, shame flooding
his voice.

"Stop,"
I commanded him.
 
I smiled as I
looked up.
 
"Do it again,
sir."

He
widened his eyes and then lowered his hips slowly.
 
My mouth was invaded, his hard cock
passing over my lips and into my mouth, and then down my throat.
 
I clutched his thighs when I reached my
limit, and he halted.
 
I worked my
tongue over and around the shaft, and then pulled back up, slurping my lips
closed again. "Wow," I breathed as I looked up at him again.
 
"You feel really nice."

His
eyes darkened as he looked at me. "You do too," he gasped, then
lowered his hips again.

This
time I inhaled sharply through my nose, and I let him bury his cock in my
throat right up to the hilt.
 
The
wiry hairs tickled my nose as I coughed slightly, but I gained mastery of
myself and began to move my head.

Zachary
was grunting, the taut muscles of his buttocks bunching and his thighs
quivering.

I
pulled my mouth back with a pop.
 
"No," I told him.
 
"Not yet."

He
groaned in frustration and fell back onto the bed, flinging his arm over his
eyes.
 
"You're driving me crazy
here, Kia," he said.