Page 22 of Saved By the Billionaire
"Don't stop." Her hand comes up to cover mine, holding it against her face. "Please don't stop."
We're standing too close now, the water lapping between us, steam rising around us like we're in our own private world. Her breasts are almost touching my chest, and I can feel the heat of her body even through the water.
"Belle, you've been through trauma. You're vulnerable right now. I can't… I won't take advantage of that."
"What if I want you to?" Her voice is breathless, uncertain but determined. "What if I've wanted you to for a very long time?"
My control, already threadbare, starts to fray completely. "You don't know what you're saying."
"I know exactly what I'm saying." She moves closer, close enough that her breasts brush against my chest, and I feel the contact like an electric shock. "I've wondered what it would be like if you'd met me first. If I could have had you instead of Nathan."
"Fuck, Belle—"
"I know it's wrong. I know you're his father, that you're older, that this situation is completely inappropriate. But I don't care anymore. I'm tired of suffering, tired of denying myself anything good." Her free hand comes up to rest on my chest, right over my racing heart. "And you feel good. Being with you feels good."
I should push her away. Should maintain boundaries, be the adult, do the right thing.
Instead, I pull her closer.
"If we do this," I say, my voice rough with barely restrained need, "there's no going back. You understand that? Once I touch you the way I want to touch you, once I have you, I won't be able to let you go."
"Then don't let me go." Her hand slides up to the back of my neck. "I don't want you to."
We're breathing the same air now, lips inches apart, and I can see my own desire reflected in her eyes. Can feel her heart pounding as fast as mine.
"Last chance to change your mind," I murmur. "Because if we kiss, Belle, if you give me permission—"
She doesn't let me finish. Instead, she closes the distance between us and presses her lips to mine. The kiss is almost shy, like she's not quite sure she's allowed. But then I groan against her mouth and take control, deepening the kiss, and she melts into me with a soft whimper that goes straight to my cock.
Her lips are soft, sweet, and when I lick along the seam of her mouth, she opens for me immediately. My tongue sweeps inside, tasting her, claiming her, and she makes another sound, needier this time, desperate.
My hands move to her waist, pulling her flush against me, and I feel every soft curve press into my body. Her breasts crush against my chest, her stomach soft against my abs, and, fuck, she can definitely feel my erection now, hard and insistent against her hip.
She doesn't pull away. If anything, she presses closer, one leg hooking around mine, seeking more contact.
I break the kiss long enough to look at her, to make sure this is really what she wants. Her eyes are hazy with desire, her lips swollen and wet, and she's looking at me like I'm everything she's ever wanted.
"Tell me this is real," I rasp. "Tell me you really want this."
"I want you." Her voice is clear, certain. "I've wanted you for so long, Richard. Please."
That word—*please*—in her voice, directed at me, destroys the last shred of my restraint.
I kiss her again, harder this time, more demanding. My hands slide down to cup her ass, lifting her slightly, and she wraps both legs around my waist with a gasp. The position puts her core right against my cock, and even through the layers of fabric separating us, I can feel her heat.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I murmur against her lips. "Do you have any idea what you do to me? How many nights I've laid awake thinking about this?"
"Show me." Her fingers tangle in my wet hair. "Show me what I do to you."
I walk us backward through the water until her back hits the side of the pool, trapping her between the tile and my body. One hand comes up to cup her breast, feeling the weight of it, the way it overflows my palm.
Perfect. She's absolutely perfect.
I thumb her nipple through the fabric and feel it harden immediately. Belle arches into the touch with a moan that echoes off the glass walls.
"Richard, please—"
"Please what?" I capture her earlobe between my teeth, biting gently. "Tell me what you need, Belle."
