I pause. Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this tonight. “I should let you rest.”
“Don’t you dare,” Cali seethes, and sits up and throws her legs over the edge of the bed, ready to chase after me. “Get back here, Logan. You promised to show me that sex was better than dinner.”
“Oh, it is,” I say. She can’t convince me otherwise. “Are you sure that you’re up for it?” I don’t want to hurt her, and she’s been through a lot already. I climb onto the bed, straddling her hips.
I lean down, covering her lips with mine, greedily stealing a taste. She’s warm beneath me, and I inch her shirt up, lifting it over her head and tossing it to the floor.
“How come I’m naked, and you still have all your clothes on?”
“You’re not completely naked,” I say. Cali’s still wearing her panties and bra, although if it were up to me, I’d tear them right off.
Her fingernails trail along my stomach and loosen the button on my jeans. She inches the zipper down, and her hand goes right for the kill.
I grab her wrist. “Slow down,Sweetheart.” I bring her wrist down to the mattress, pinning her back, admiring her beauty. Every inch of her is gorgeous.
My lips come down to her neck, pressing a soft trail along her skin, savoring this moment. I don’t intend it to only be once, but if I get in my head, I worry that I’ll never see her again.
Which is insane.
I can fly out to the nearest landing strip and visit her whenever I feel like it. One of the perks of being a billionaire. My breath tickles her skin as I drop heated kisses before nipping her collarbone. I want to mark her and let every man know that she belongs to me.
Her hips writhe beneath me, grinding and moaning from just my lips alone against her skin. Cali’s fingers push at my shirt. Pulling the T-shirt over my head, she helps me undress. Her touch is like lava, hot and flowing through me to my very core.
She tries to roll us around, but I don’t let her. “Next time, little one,” I whisper, staring down at her with a sly grin. “You need to heal first.”
“Little one? I’m not your little anything.” She’s all bark and no bite. But it’s one of the things I love about Cali.
Love.
Inwardly, I grimace, berating myself for using such a word already.
We hardly know each other. But we seem to be getting to know one another really fast.
I growl at her, bringing her bottom lip between my teeth and the moan she elicits sends me into pure bliss. If I died in her arms, I’d be a happy man.
I lift my hips off her body and push my jeans all the way down, kicking them off and to the floor. “You are gorgeous,” I whisper, my attention back on her body, worshipping her as I devour every inch of her body.
Pinching the back clasp of her bra, the material slides down with ease, and I lower my lips to her peaks, wanting to watch her squirm under my ministrations.
She shivers and purrs, her legs wrapping around me.
“Still think dinner is better?” I tease, my cheek caressing her stomach, my beard scratchy and thick. I’m gentle over her skin, wanting to excite but not hurt her.
“Deciding,” she rasps, but the smile on her face tells me she’s as much of a tease as I imagine her to be. She enjoys the attention, and her fingers thread through my hair as my lips move lower.
“How many orgasms have you had in one night?” I ask, climbing down her body and kissing a soft trail up her legs. I start with the backs of her knees, going slow, taking my time, listening to her soft breaths and moans as I inch closer and higher toward her inner thighs.
“With a partner?” she asks, and her fingers claw at the bedsheets. “Or alone?”
I like that she admits to masturbating. Most women shy away from such discussion, which makes me think that next time I might get the pleasure of watching her touch herself for me.
“Partner,” I say, my voice betraying me, coming out higher than I intend.
“One.”
A wide smirk adorns my face. That will be an easy record to beat. “No one’s given you multiple orgasms?” I’m shocked. The woman deserves to feel on top of the world, repeatedly.
“Don’t be. I’ll be impressed if you can give me one.”