Page 10 of The Billionaire's Baby
The passion built up and flowed over. Adira couldn’t hold on any longer and was sent careening into an orgasm that made her senses reel. She came hard and still the sensation and pleasure continued under Favian’s lovemaking. He was almost merciless in the way he kept her suspended in pleasure. She looked up at him and watched as his eyes opened.
He met her gaze and gave her a soul shattering kiss. “Adira, centro de mina, I can’t hold back.”
“Favian, let me feel you come,” she whispered close to his ear, “inside me. I love the way you feel when you slide into me.”
“Mi querida, yes!” With a loud, harsh cry he thrust into her with rapid repetition and came inside her. She felt the warmth of his seed fill her and yet another rise of pleasure coursed through her from the feeling and she succumbed to his lovemaking once more. Favian fell to his side on the bed and took her with him so she was half lying over him.
After the longest of moments, she finally spoke. “I should move, but I don’t want to.”
Favian chuckled. “You don’t have to. I like you just where you are.”
“What does centro de mina mean?” she asked curiously, recalling his words.
“You sound so British, even when you’re using my language,” Favian said.
“Is that an insult?” Adira poked him in the ribs.
“Ouch, no, you make anything sound good,” he said. “Say ‘rocket launcher’.”
“Why would I do that?” Adira asked.
“Because I want you to,” he said huskily. “Please.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. Rocket launcher.”
He laughed. “Oh, God, I get hard just hearing you say that. By the way, it means heart of mine.”
Adira’s heart skipped a beat. “Really, is that what you want? We’ve only just met.”
“Yet I want to know everything about you and spend every moment with you,” he said. “How much time do you have left in New York?”
She snuggled closer. “Three days.”
“Spend them with me. I’ll show you New York through my eyes, and we’ll go from there,” Favian said. “But when you leave, know that I’ll be following you or you’ll be coming right back. This is the start of something magical. I won’t give it up.”
“Okay, I’ll spend it with you,” Adira agreed. “I feel the same way. I don’t want this to end even though it’s so new.”
He kissed her and she felt the hunger in his kiss once more. It made her own passion rise up again and he pulled her to straddle his body. She felt him position himself at the entrance of her pussy and slide into her easily.
“Right now I want to please you again and again,” he said and groaned. “I don’t think I will ever get enough of you.”
“I think I’m already yours,” she admitted honestly.
“I’m glad because I’ll be yours if you want me to be,” Favian said huskily.
“Yes, I do.” And she moaned when he kissed her breasts. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Passion consumed them once more and Adira was lost.
He was right. This was the start of something spectacular and for her, in her life, it was rare, to say the least. Adira would accept it and embrace the man that made her feel so amazing. It seemed that for the last few years, as she had planned her trip, she was walking the path of destiny’s making.
Chapter Three
Adira stretched and looked around. Favian was missing from the big warm bed, but she saw a folded piece of paper on his pillow. She unfolded it with a smile and looked down at the scrawled message.
Mi querida, don’t leave. I had an early morning appointment. Mason and Suzie won’t be in until later this afternoon. Breakfast is in the kitchen and when I get back I’ll show you New York the right way. Love, Favian.
She hugged the note to her chest and giggled. She was living a fantasy, a whirlwind romance. Favian was perfect in so many ways. She laid there and dreamt of being with him again, feeling his touch and his kiss. She felt like she was walking on air, or walking on sunshine as the song proclaimed. She rolled out of bed and danced around the room. Adira pulled on one of his large T-shirts she found in the tall drawers before walking down the winding staircase. She was humming when the front door opened, but instead of it being Favian as she expected, she was met by an impeccably dressed blue-eyed blonde woman.
Her eyes widened then narrowed when she saw Adira. “Oh, so which one are you?”
“I beg your pardon?” Adira asked. “May I ask who you are?”
“Ah, the exotic one.” The woman closed the door and hung up her coat. “I’m Hillary, Favian’s sister, and you are number four.”
