Page 72 of Billionaire's Coastal Haven

We didn’t make promises.

It was too earthshattering to be a one-time thing, but what if that’s what he’s expecting? He said he wanted to have sex with me every day, but what if I didn’t live up to his expectations?

My breathing accelerates. Was it as good for him as it was for me? I think so, but what if it wasn’t? What if he wakes up and doesn’t want me anymore? Did we scratch the itch and now he’s fine to move on?

The arm banded around my waist tightens, and he places a soft kiss at the base of my neck. “Shh.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re tense. Don’t be tense.”

“I just—”

“Shh.” He adds another kiss to the first. Sliding me underneath him until my hips cradle his. “Stay with me.” He kisses me slow and deep, rocking his hips against my clit with measured strokes that reignite last night’s fire. “This what you need?”

“I need—” The pressure builds low in my belly. “I need—”

“Anything. It’s yours.” He kisses his way down my throat, through the cotton of my t-shirt, until he slips my panties from my hips and settles with my thighs over his shoulders. His tongue dances across my clit, and I can’t control myself. My worries and fears vanish like vapor.

Fireworks and stars as intense as last night’s break my brain.

Why was I worried?

What consequences could be bad enough to make me not want this again? Not wanthimagain?

When I come back to myself, he kisses my inner thigh with a satisfied smirk. “There’s my Comet. What a fucking beautiful sight first thing in the morning. Has anyone ever told you how sexy you look when you’re coming apart? I’m one lucky man.”

I brush the hair from his eyes. “No one has ever done that the way you do.” Most don’t bother to take the time.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Babe, you’re the best.” The endearment slips past my defenses before I can stop it.

But Landon doesn’t miss it. “Babe? I like it, but you can do better than a generic nickname.” He settles on his forearms between my thighs and continues kissing my flesh, teasing me, taunting me with his wicked mouth but never quit kissing me where I want him to. “What other nicknames do you have?”

“I…ahh.” How does he expect me to think when his tongue flicks my clit like that?

I’m a mess of nerve endings that want to ignite, but he’s a master who knows how to delay my pleasure, building it higher and higher with every subtle graze of his lips. His hands massage my hips and slide over my stomach to toy with my breasts.

I’m panting. Squirming beneath him. “Oh, God.”

“I appreciate the enthusiasm, but that name’s taken.” He slides up my body and presses his cock against my wet core. “Do you want this?”

“Yes.”

He grabs another condom from my bedside table and rolls it down his length. I want to swat his hands away and do it myself, but I don’t have the coordination to lift my arm, let alone stroke him. He’s made me completely useless.

I tug at his hips. “Now. More. Please.”

He slams into me in one swift motion, stretching me with delicious pain. “Good girl. You’re so fucking perfect.” He whispers in my ear. His hips pump, and I match him stroke for stroke to the best of my ability.

Why can’t I be more coordinated? I want him to feel as amazing as I do, but I can’t keep up. Boneless, wrung out, my body has used all its energy exploding in orgasm after orgasm.

He pushes me over the edge again, and this time instead of fireworks, I see stars. My vision drops to pinpricks of light as my body becomes a mass of tingles and sweeping pleasure that steals my breath.

Landon slams into me again and again. I cling to him and urge him toward his release. I pulse my inner walls to make it tighter for him. His hips jolt and his body stills as his orgasm takes him. My body glows with the satisfaction of pleasuring him.

When he comes back to his body, he tugs me to his chest and rolls us so I’m draped across him. “You’re going to have to kick me out of this bed because I’m never leaving. Comet, you are my goddess. I will worship you for as long as I live.”