Page 173 of The Rebel Billionaire

He drops a kiss onto my shoulder before carefully withdrawing and rolling off me.

“Don’t move,” he says, disappearing into what I’m taking to be his ensuite.

He reappears moments later, having disposed of the condom and holding a facecloth.

He sits next to me, gently opening my legs.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m giving aftercare. Has no one done that for you before?”

I shake my head. He clearly hasn’t realised that no one has done any of this with me before.

I relax my muscles and let him run the facecloth over the tender skin between my legs, moaning as the pressure sends fresh pulses of pleasure through my overstimulated nerve endings. He drops his head and kisses my stomach, moving lower and lower.

He stops and lifts the cloth away.

“Brooke?”

I open my eyes and see blood on the facecloth he’s holding up.

I drop my head back and close my eyes.

“Brooke, look at me.”

Opening one eye, I wrinkle my nose.

“Were you a virgin?”

I’m surprised when my throat burns. What is wrong with me? I’m never this emotional.

“Hey,” he says, cupping my cheek.

I turn my head and press my face into his hand.

“I’m surprised, that’s all. Not many women get to twenty-four without having experimented at least once.”

“You’re not mad?”

He lies on the bed facing me.

“I’m glad I took it slow. It was a risk not saying anything. I could have hurt you,” he says, a line appearing between his brows. “I didn’t, did I?”

I shake my head. “No, it was perfect.”

“How?”

“What do you mean?”

“I find it hard to believe a woman who looks like you, is as confident and… sorry, probably not appropriate. I’m just…”

I chuckle. “Surprised?”

He nods.

I drop my gaze, but he’s having none of it, lifting my chin with his finger.

“It’s not that I’ve been saving myself. It’s just that I’ve never met anyone I wanted to take the next step with.” I look up to find him watching me. “The night my dad died. I went to a party he’d asked me not to attend. I went because there was a boy I fancied. Nothing happened between us, but losing Dad… kind of killed my libido for a while.”