Page 33 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
“Talk to me, Em.”
“What is there to talk about?” Her gaze remained on me as though she was tracking a wild animal.
“Everything. Let’s start with what happened at dinner.”
I could see in her eyes she didn’t know what I was referring to.
“I kissed you,” I reminded her. “And you panicked.”
She immediately looked away. “That was nothing.”
I grabbed her wrist, felt her tense as I pulled her toward me. The tension in her body was palpable as she attempted to keep her distance. I was stronger, bigger, and far more determined, pulling her closer until I could settle my hands on the gentle flare of her hips, staring into her beautiful face.
Her eyes were wide and filled with concern and yet it didn’t do a damn thing to diminish my lust.
“Have you ever kissed a man before, Emily?”
She didn’t immediately answer, but I could see it in her eyes.
“Relax. I won’t hurt you.”
“Why are you doing this?” she whispered, her hands pressing against my shoulders.
“Doing what?”
“This?” She nodded downward. “Touching me.”
“Because I want to.”
“But I don’t want you to.”
“No?” I slid my hands down her back, then lower to cup her ass as I pressed my thigh between her legs.
She inhaled harshly, but she didn’t push me away.
“Tell me you don’t feel that,” I whispered, leaning in so that my breath fanned her lips.
“Feel what?”
I pulled her closer so that her pussy pressed more firmly against my thigh. With my hands still on her ass, I rocked her against me, increasing the friction on her clit. She didn’t say a word, didn’t make a sound, but I could see the truth in her eyes. She was scared, but she wasn’t terrified of me.
“Relax, Em,” I whispered, keeping my movements gentle. “Let it feel good.”
“I don’t…” Emily moaned softly, her nails digging into my shoulders, her eyes still locked with mine as though she might get lost if she looked away. “What are you doing to me?”
For fuck’s sake, the woman had never had an orgasm before?
Shit. It shouldn’t surprise me considering how Kitty had treated her all her life. And it damn sure shouldn’t have thrilled me to know she was completely untouched at this point. I would be her first of many, many things.
“Have you ever kissed a man?” I repeated, this time keeping my voice soft, gentle.
“You,” she said on a mumbled breath.
She was referring to earlier? At dinner? “That was… Besides that?”
“You know I haven’t.”
“But you want to.”
