The Billionaire's Favourite Mistake: Billionaires and Bridesmaids 4 (12 page)

“Watch the movie,” he told her, and then brushed his lips against her hand again. “I’m getting some great pointers.”

He expected her to concentrate on the movie when he was making out with her hand? She turned back to the screen and settled in against him again, trying to ignore the fact that her nipples—and her sex—responded each time he pressed a kiss against her skin. And when he stopped?

That bothered her almost as much.

***

A weird sort of possessive pleasure took over Asher as Greer drifted off to sleep against him again. He gently lay her hand down and let the droning of the movie lull her deeper into sleep, though he hadn’t been paying a bit of attention to it. He’d just wanted to distract her, to get her to relax.

It had worked, too. She’d entered his hotel room looking as if she were about to go into a war zone. Now? She was curled up peacefully against him, sleeping, her hand still twined with his. Having her there against him gave him a fierce sort of satisfaction. Like she’d finally found the spot where she belonged. He wanted to reach out and touch the fine lines of her sleeping face, but her words about exhaustion made him hold back.

He’d be content just to have her rest against him. He didn’t need more than that.

Well, his cock did. It ached and strained in his pants, insistent that he should claim Greer as his own. Asher ignored it, though. He knew that if he had a shot in hell of winning Greer back over, he’d have to go slowly and give her control.

He could be patient. It might take every ounce of his self-control, but he’d do it.

***

The next night, Greer seemed less edgy when she arrived at his hotel room. Her hair was pulled back into a fat knot at the base of her neck, and it made her glasses seem huge on her pointed face. She wore a plain red blouse with short sleeves and a high neck, and a pair of skinny jeans and her favorite flats. He loved that she didn’t care how short it made her look—it was clear that she dressed for her own pleasure and not for his. Something about that confidence just made him that much crazier for her.

“You look great today,” he told her. She really did. That red made her lips look like cherries ready to be tasted, and when she moved, he could see her breasts sway under the thin fabric. So, yeah, he was digging it.

She waved a hand at him, dismissing his compliment. “You don’t have to suck up to me. I’m stuck here whether I want to be here or not.”

Ego on the floor once more. Chuckling, Asher shut the door behind her.

“Did you read the notes I printed for you?” she asked, setting her purse down and moving into the living room.

“I studied them all last night,” he told her. He might have also jerked off while imagining Greer’s mouth moving over his cock, but he was a guy, not a saint.

“Great! So then if you’ve got them down, this shouldn’t be too onerous.” She actually looked pleased. “Maybe we can get this done quickly and I can go back to the castle. I’ve still got several calls I need to make.”

Get it over with quickly? Over his dead body. “Don’t get too carried away. Like I said, I’m probably going to need a fair amount of practice.”

“Yes, but you’ve been educating yourself. That should go a long way.” She looked entirely too pleased as she gestured to the couch. “Should I sit again?”

“Please do.”

She moved to the couch and sat delicately on the edge, then crossed her feet and clasped her hands and looked expectantly at him.

The urge to push her down on the couch and cover her body with his was nearly overwhelming. Down, boy. “You should take off your glasses so we don’t smudge them.”
Because I fully intend on kissing that patient look off your face. That, and I don’t want you to notice the massive hard-on I’m sporting simply by being in your presence.

“Good idea.” She folded her glasses and set them on the end table as he took the opportunity to move next to her. When she squinted at him, he wanted to grin. Why was it adorable that she was as blind as a bat?

“You ready?” he asked.

“Lay one on me,” she said cheerfully. And then she braced herself.

The woman really did clobber his ego every chance she got. Time to show her that he wasn’t as incompetent as she assumed. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer. She stiffened, but relaxed when he didn’t attack her. Nor did she position herself as if she was waiting for his kiss. She just looked up at him, a little impatient.

“I read we should probably both tilt our heads,” he told her. “The angle helps things.”

“Oh, okay.” She tilted her head a little and pushed her chin out toward him. “How’s this?”

Damn, she was cute. Asher leaned in and put his fingers to her chin, coaxing her form to the perfect angle for his mouth. This close, he loved looking at her. The deep red of her mouth was inviting, her lips full and lush. Her eyes closed as he approached, and her long lashes looked like they’d been dusted with dark feathers. How had he never noticed Greer before? He couldn’t stop staring at her now. Hell, he felt like he could gaze happily for hours at the sharp line of her cheekbone or the way her face formed a perfect heart when her hair was pulled back like it was today.

“Are you going to kiss me or do you have buyer’s remorse?” she murmured, eyes still closed.

“Just working on my plan of attack,” he told her. “Be patient.”

One eyebrow raised, and he wanted to kiss it. Actually, that was what he decided to do. Leaning in, he brushed his lips over her brow in a gentle kiss.

She jerked backward, her eyes going wide. “What was that?”

“A kiss?”

Greer looked adorably flustered and so confused. “I thought . . . we were going to practice, you know, on the mouth. That’s the part you were bad at.” She was breathing heavy, her breasts rising and falling in that silky top. Great, now he was imagining her dark nipples again.
Fuuuck
.

“I figured I should cover all the bases. You know, all kinds of kissing.”
And here you said I wasn’t any good at foreplay.
How he managed to keep a straight face, he didn’t know. “We’ve still got three days left in the week to conquer the rest of kissing.”

“Oh.” Her voice was soft. “Well, all right.” She licked her lips—god, those lips—and then moved closer to him again.

“I’ll need you to stay still,” he chided her. “Unless I do something wrong, and then if I do, you need to tell me that you didn’t like it, all right?”

She nodded slowly. “I will.” Her eyes closed again.

Asher wondered if she’d hit him if he pulled her against him and buried his face in her gorgeous, high breasts. Probably. It’d probably be worth the hit, too. But he restrained himself and cradled her smaller form against him, intent on his original plan. He leaned in and kissed her brow again, and noticed that a tremor shot through her. Trembling with . . . desire? Fear? “You okay?”

She nodded again, silent.

“You should probably put your arms on me somewhere. If we were dating, you’d probably want to touch me.”

Her eyes snapped open at that. “We’re not dating and maybe I don’t want to touch you.”

“Maybe I’m not the only one who needs to work on my love words.”

Her cheeks flushed and she slapped a hand on his bicep. “Happy?”

“Thrilled.” Asher leaned in again. She shivered as he leaned in close, and his dick got incredibly hard. Goddamn. She was reacting to him, wasn’t she? He pressed a kiss on her other eyebrow and then pulled back. Her nipples were hard against the thin fabric of her shirt, and he had to bite back a groan. Fuck. This was going to be pure torture. “That okay?” His voice sounded ragged even to his own ears.

She gave him a quick nod and tilted her head back, waiting patiently for more kisses. Her hand on his bicep had curled into the fabric of his shirt, as if she had to hold on to him. He loved that.

Asher leaned in and put his hand to her chin, tilting her face as he gently kissed her cheekbones, her nose, her forehead, her jaw—everywhere on her face that he thought she might like a kiss. She didn’t pull away. If anything, she seemed to lean in to his touch. Her mouth was soft and inviting, slightly parted and just begging for his lips, but he forced himself not to move too fast.

“How am I doing?” he asked as he gently nipped at her jaw.

She shivered against him again, and he felt her fingers flex against his shirt. “I think this is . . . good.” She sounded distracted, distant. Her other hand went to his knee, as if trying to pull him closer.

Just
good
? He’d have to do better. Pressing his lips to the curve of her cheek, he moved toward her ear. “What about over here?”

“You want to kiss my ears?”

“Sure.” They were as pretty and delicate as the rest of her. His hand went to her ear and gently caressed the shell of one. “Unless you think it’d be a bad idea.”

“No, go ahead,” she breathed. A quick glance down told him that she was panting lightly, her breasts heaving under the silk blouse, nipples pointing. Christ, she was beautiful.

His hand went to the nape of her neck to hold her, and he leaned in and gently took one earlobe between his teeth, nipping it.

She audibly sucked in a breath.

He should have teased her a bit more. Asked her if she still liked it. But all the teasing in him had been forgotten. Instead, he gently flicked his tongue against her earlobe and then sucked on it, running his tongue over that tiny bit of sensitive flesh.

And she
moaned
.

Fuck, that was sexy. Asher swallowed his own moan and continued to make love to her sweet ear, tonguing and licking her lobe and lavishing it with attention. Her nails dug into his arm, but she was drawing him closer. Her hand went to his hair and she clung to him, holding him there.

Holding him to her ear so he could tongue-fuck it.

Sexiest thing ever.

He pulled back, though, because he wanted to wait and see how she’d respond if he stopped.

She whimpered and pulled him forward, her hands demanding. She wanted this. Wanted his mouth on her.

That was all the encouragement Asher needed. He returned to making love to her ear, tonguing and licking and nipping to see which motions got the most results from her. She loved when his tongue traced the shell, but she also quivered against him when he bit down gently on her earlobe. Hell, she loved all of it, and he wanted to hold her and perform this sweet torture on her for hours.

But he wanted more. He wanted to claim her soft, sweet mouth. To feel her open up against him and press her tongue to his. To lick at her mouth the way he was licking at her earlobe. To drive her wild with his kisses. To prove to her that he could arouse her. Asher pulled back and cupped her face in his hands. “I want your mouth.”

Her lips parted. Her eyes were glazed with need and soft with arousal, and fuck, she was gorgeous.

“Give it to me, Greer.” Asher leaned in, closing the distance, until his mouth was close enough to hers to kiss . . . but just far enough away. He wanted her to seal the deal.

Her gaze flicked from his eyes to his mouth, as if trying to make up her mind . . . or simply trying to think with a brain drugged from his caresses. Did she need encouraging, then? He brushed a thumb over her full lower lip, then pressed it down in the center, parting her mouth just a bit more.

She leaned in, and then she was his.

Their lips met, hers barely brushing against his mouth. It was enough. She was crossing the distance between them, and he’d take it from here. Asher nipped at her lower lip, pressing gentle, soft kisses there. Greer was motionless against him, making soft little noises in her throat with each brush of his lips against hers. Did she think he was a terrible kisser? All tongue and no finesse? He’d show her just how careful and patient he could be, and everything he could do with his lips. So he continued to press light, sweet kisses to her mouth, over and over again, coaxing her to part her mouth against his. He was desperate to brush his tongue against hers and see how it’d be received, but he was a patient man. He could wait.

So he kissed her, over and over again. Quick kisses. Slow kisses. Brushes of his lips against hers. Fierce nips and coaxing caresses. With each one, Greer seemed to melt in his arms a bit more. And with each press of his mouth to hers, Asher’s body ached for release. The need to claim her as his own was staggeringly strong.

When her tongue meekly brushed against his, Asher’s control nearly came undone. With a groan, he gave up on holding back and kissed her as hard and fierce as he’d wanted to. His tongue slicked into her mouth and he took over, tasting her sweetness over and over again.

There was no turning back for him now. Any thought of giving up on Greer and moving on with his life? Utterly vanished. She was his. This sweet, giving mouth? His. This timid, eager tongue? His. The passionate woman in his arms? All his. With every coaxing flick of his tongue, he was letting her know that she belonged to him.

When she was gasping for air and making small, mewing sounds in her throat, he gave her one last fierce thrust of his tongue and then released her. His hands remained on her cheeks, cupping her face. It would force her to make eye contact with him, and he wanted to see the look in her eyes.

There it was
, he thought with fierce satisfaction as she gazed up at him through her lashes. The need in her dark eyes making them liquid with desire. The softness in her gaze as she looked at his mouth and then back up at him, as if asking for more without saying it aloud. And God, that dazed, needy expression in her eyes? That was almost as good as fucking. Almost.

He leaned in and gently kissed her mouth one last time. “How’m I doing?”

“Hmm?” She blinked.

“At kissing?” He nipped at her lower lip, and loved it when she shivered again. “How am I doing so far?”

“Oh.” She licked her lips, her little tongue darting out to sweep over the taste of him on her mouth. It made his cock ache all over again. “I . . . I think there’s definite progress.”

He grinned. “But not perfect, right? So clearly we need to practice more.”

“Clearly,” she breathed, and raised her arms to go around his neck again.