For crying out loud, I wasn’t some damn trophy wife. Gritting my teeth, I shrugged out of Jack’s grasp. “I’m going to go and get changed.”
Tate tried to block my way. “We need to—”
I dodged around him and stomped up the stairs.Then I went to my suitcase in Harris’ room and sifted through my clothing. I wasn’t sure what I was going to wear on my date night with Royce and Jack.Did I even care?I was searching for any excuse I could use to avoid thinking about the mess with Tate and shaking off the strange feeling Blaise gave me.
As I decided on a gold foil knitted sweater, a soft knock came at the door. My body stiffened again, and I gripped the sweater in front of me as Byron peered inside. The simple sight of him made me relax to the point where I wanted to sink into his arms forever.
So I set my top aside and marched straight over to him.
“Hi, honey,” he murmured as he caught me in his arms. “You want to tell me what’s going on?”
The only answer he received was me kissing the living shit out of him as I dragged him into the room.
Byron moaned.
His hesitancy was soon replaced with a spark of want, and I silently cheered as he followed my lead to the bed. I pushed him onto it and straddled him. Byron’s fingers dug into my hips as I ground myself against his cock and enjoyed the sensation of it awakening as I rubbed myself against him shamelessly.
“Louisa.” Byron’s voice tripped with the emotion within it, but I also heard his hesitancy in continuing.
“Please. Byron, I need you to comfort me. I need to feel you.” Apparently, I wasn’t above begging.
Byron pulled back and fixed me with a stare that cut to my soul. “If that’s truly what you need.”
“Yes.” Now my voice was trembling.
“Okay, beautiful. Okay.”
This time, he didn’t hesitate. His kisses pulled me under, further and further, until all thoughts of Tate were dispersed, and there were only the two of us. We rolled around on the bed and pulled at each other’s clothing until we were completely naked.
He teased my nipples and massaged my breasts, and I arched into him.
“I never get sick of the sight of you,” he murmured.
I ran my hands over his stomach and chest as we kissed again, then rolled him onto his back and hovered my lips over his hard cock. My mouth watered at the sight of it, my need to be sucking on it strong. I traced the tip of my tongue along his shaft. “You taste good.”
Byron smiled at me. “Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.” I wrapped my hand around his shaft and my mouth around one ball, then the other, sucking on each of them in turn. Byron’s resulting moan was deeply satisfying.
He propped himself up on one elbow. We gazed at one another while I teased him, enjoying the way his cock twitched and how his belly muscles rippled with his ragged breathing. The view I had of him from this vantage point was like a million-dollar model shot. Byron would never realize how good he looked, which was one of the things I loved about him.
Byron tangled his fingers through my thick, blonde hair. “Take me in your mouth, Louisa.”
“Gladly.” I slowly lowered my mouth over his shaft, tugging him slightly with my lips and lowering myself further each time until his tip hit the back of my throat.
“Ohhh, my God,” he whispered.
I held myself there for a few moments, then pulled back up and repeated the motion.
His hips lifted from the bed. “That-that’s amazing.” He let me work him until he could barely contain himself, but then Byron pulled his cock from my mouth and coaxed me over his lap again. “As much as I like your mouth on me, I admit I prefer this because it means I can hold you near.”
Byron clamped one hand to the back of my neck and the other to my hip and guided himself into my body.
My body shivered at his welcome invasion—a tiny shimmer of an orgasm that was a precursor to what was surely to come. I released a long sigh. “Byron.”
“I felt that, beautiful.” His arms wrapped around me, and I clung to his shoulders as we began to move together. His breath blew gently across my skin, sending skitters of goosebumps down my entire body.
“Tell me how you feel. How doesthismake you feel?” He ground into me with a little more force.