The Reckless Secret, Complete Series (An Alpha Billionaire In Love BBW Romance) by Alexa Wilder Read Free Book Online Page B

abruptly, she was knocked breathless by the pure perfection of him.
    He must’ve taken her pause and whatever was on her face for something else entirely, because he said, “We don’t have to—”
    And she said, “Shut up,” and pressed in to lick into his mouth, taste him, breathe the essence of him into her lungs. He kissed hard, but he touched her gently—hands roaming her back, the swell of her ass, creeping down her thighs to hook thumbs beneath the hem of her skirt. So clearly desperate to get under her clothes, and there was no part of her that wanted to deny him.
    She arched her back, pressed her breasts against him, the angle allowing her to rub her crotch somewhere in the vicinity of his hardness, and he groaned into her mouth, put a hand at the base of her throat and pushed her away an inch.
    His lips swollen and red, his eyes heavy-lidded, he kept her at bay with a hand on her throat and looked her in the eye, captured every ounce of her attention as his other hand traced a path between her legs, beneath her dress, and found the very edge of her wet panties and pulled them aside, exposing her aching pussy.
    She stuttered in a breath, held it, and he slipped a finger through her swollen folds, directly over her clit. The whimper rushed out of her in the instant before he released her throat and pulled her in for a plundering kiss, pressed the pad of that finger to her entrance and rubbed his thumb over her clit, starting a rhythm that had her rocking into it, grinding against his hand, breathy moans escaping her as he went faster, harder. The kiss devolved into a press of open mouths and he didn’t let up, relentless with it, rubbing her and pushing in and catching the tight bundle of nerves over and over again until she was fisting her hands in his shirt, her toes curling, and the noises coming out of her were primal, almost orgasmic—
    “No,” she gasped, reaching down to still his hand. “No, please—I want you inside me when I—”
    “I don’t have anything,” he whispered, “Let me do this for you, God, I just want to touch—” and he didn’t let up even as she tried to stop him, forcing her towards climax, working her clit like it was his one goal in life to tip her over the edge, swallowing her moans and tangling his other hand in her hair, but not like this—please—
    “I do,” she gasped desperately, almost manically. “I’ve got one.” And he went suddenly, shockingly still.
    “You do?” His chest was heaving, his cock visibly straining his expensive pants, and her words had obviously put him on the edge of something because the look in his eyes hit her like a dart of electricity to the groin.
    “Yes,” she said. “ God , let me just—”
    She leaned over him, fumbling down the side of the couch, found her purse and dug around inside it. Frustration had her groaning and then she was groaning for a whole other reason—his impatience and arousal had apparently won out, because he’d taken the opportunity to slip two fingers back inside her, swipe his thumb over her clit.
    “ Please , Declan, I can’t…”
    “You’ve got ten seconds, and then I’m making you come,” he promised, and she could’ve cried with the beautiful agony of it.
    Eventually, blessedly, she found the condom at the bottom of her purse, but by that point she was too far gone to make much use of it. Her eyes were fluttering shut with the waves of pleasure washing over her, her whole body sparking with electric heat, and even when he stopped, when he took a moment to fiddle with the condom, she couldn’t stop the sensations flooding her system, and he said something that sounded like, “God, you’re beautiful,” in the instant before she felt it—the press of his cock against her entrance.
    Somehow, while she’d been lost on the edge of climax, he’d managed to free his cock, sheath it, and lift her high enough to position himself ready to press into her.
    But he didn’t, not yet. He