Irresistible (Underneath it All Series: Book One) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) by Ava Claire

tonight. I wanted her to be dripping, writhing by the time I moved inside her.
    There was no space between us, her naked skin teasing me behind the whispery fabric of her lingerie. Even though it was only a moment of separation, an ache radiated through me when I released her. From the brief pout that danced across her lips, she was aching too.
    “I'm not going anywhere, Red,” I assured her, my voice thick and husky.
    She bit her bottom lip, consumed by some combination of embarrassment, annoyance, and arousal. "If anyone else called me that, they'd get an earful."
    I swept my thumb across her top lip. "Does that mean I'm special?"
    She didn't answer. Not out loud anyway. Her tongue lashed out, licking my finger, and that was answer enough. I had other parts of her I wanted to touch.
    Tease.
    Taste.
    All of that was irrelevant, secondary to an urge to right a wrong that was officially unacceptable.
    I had to kiss her.
    I combed my fingers through her red and gold hair and gripped her neck, pulling her close. There was no halfway, no waiting for her to make the final move. She lifted on her toes and crushed her mouth against me. This wasn't a kiss about romance or warm and fuzzy shit. Hunger made our teeth clang together, our tongues frenzying around each other. Listening to the rhythm of our lust and tasting the forbidden fruit, I suddenly understood why it was forbidden. I couldn't go back. I was tumbling down this rabbit hole, headfirst, and damn if I wasn't enjoying every moment.
    I broke off the kiss, reluctantly, but she didn't move an inch, her eyes still squeezed shut.
    "Holy shit," she whispered, her shoulders rising and falling as erratically as the heart that pounded in my chest.
    I smirked and hooked a finger in the spaghetti strap of her sexy little outfit. Her nipples pressed through the paper-thin chiffon, hard as rocks. As hard as a very swollen part of me.
    "Such a dirty little mouth," I murmured, wetting my lips when she opened her eyes, giving me a look that told me I had no idea just how dirty.
    She winked at me and lowered herself to the floor, trailing her hands down my chest, gripping my belt when her knees hit the Persian rug. "Let me show you."
    She unbuckled my belt, jerking it loose with a growl that came from the back of her throat. It was a hungry sound that made me squeeze my eyes shut. I didn't want to hold her reins, tell her how I liked it. It was crazy, impossible since we'd barely known each other for twenty-four hours, but I knew she knew exactly how I liked it before she even took me in her mouth.
    Pleasure rippled over me when her tongue swirled around the tip, her hand holding the base of me. She teased my mushroom head with licks and lashes that made me throw my head back and beg for more.
    “Christ, that feels good," I groaned, tightening my grip on her hair but not guiding her. I wanted her to take me where she wanted me to go, which was right to the edge so she could pull me back.
    Her hand slipped up and down my shaft in time with her lips. I’d never been a man who couldn't control himself, regulate my pleasure until I was ready to explode. This was different. It took every breathing exercise I knew to steady myself. To wait, and be patient, because my climax was unnecessary. Hers, however, was my top priority.
    I enjoyed her touch for a few more moments, then gathered the will to pull her back to her feet. Her face was aglow with desire, with a need that I felt, too.
    "You want me to fuck you, don't you?” I asked her, knowing the answer.
    She balled the hem of her negligee in her fists, nodding emphatically. "Yes."
    It was my turn to drop to my knees. In heels, her breasts were right where they needed to be. Her nipples pebbled against lace, arching toward my lips.
    She brought her hands to her straps, ready to tear off the wrapping like Christmas morning, but I wasn't done teasing. I took her wrists in my hands and held them at her side, smirking when I saw the fight dancing