Confessions of a Bad Boy Millionaire Page 5

  Have some fun with him. Pay him back. Kick him to the floor.

  Better yet, get a little experience.

  I gulp. Could I really do that? Would I be a fool not to try?

  I suck in air, and before I can overthink things and stop myself, I life my arms and let the little lace number slide down my body. I hang my towel up, and open the door to the bedroom.

  Here goes nothing.

  I casually step into the room like I walk around in black lace all the time. “Bathroom’s yours,” I say and pull my brush from my bag. I step up to the dresser, curve my back a little and start brushing out my hair. I catch Brax’s reflection in the mirror behind me. He’s standing still, and I’m pretty damn sure he’s not breathing. I hide my smile, and arch my back a little more.

  “…bending you to his will. Or over the kitchen counter.”

  Heat climbs up my body, turning my cheeks a deeper shade of pink as a strange, almost tortured growl catches in Brax’s throat. My God, I’m getting to him! I’m actually getting to the guy who rejected me, hurt me deeply, when we were teens. I turn, blink innocently at him.

  “Is there something wrong?”

  “Ah...yes, no…I mean…I…fuck.” Her grabs a fistful of hair and tugs.

  I point my comb toward the bathroom. “It’s free.”

  “Yeah, right,” he says and take three large steps. He closes the door behind himself, a little harder than necessary, and the sound of running water reaches my ears. A giggle catches in my throat, and I put my hand over my mouth to stop it. I really shouldn’t be doing this, walking around half naked, but holy hell, I actually got a rise out of Brax. Me. Eliza Banks, the girl he tortured relentlessly when we were kids. A little thrill zings through me to know I can do this to my childhood nemesis.

  So what are you going to do about it?

  I gulp air, because when it comes right down to it I’m not so sure I have the nerve to seduce him—or the know-how. He comes from the bathroom, and his head is lowered as he throws his stuff back into his bag. I dash into the bathroom, brush my teeth and finish getting ready for bed. When I come out, he’s tossing a pillow onto the hard wood floor.

  “What are you doing?” I ask.

  “I’ll take the floor,” he says, looking everywhere and anywhere but at me.

  “Brax, I can’t let you do that.” I put my hand on my hip and it lifts my nightie higher on my thighs. Brax’s gaze lifts along with it, slides over my half naked body. My pulse leaps as he explores me with heated eyes. “I’m the one who dragged you in to this, and I’m not about to put you out more by forcing you to sleep on a hard floor. You’ll never get any sleep down there, and you said you were tired.” I grab my pillow and toss it beside his. “I’ll take the floor.”

  “I’m not going to allow you to sleep on the floor, Lizard,” he says, his voice a low rough caress, like silk sliding over my nipples. They pucker beneath the lace, and I’m sure one popped free. I don’t dare look and draw attention to my arousal.

  Or should I?

  “Stop calling me that,” I say, and grab the blanket draped over the bottom of the bed. I bend forward, lay it out on the floor, and once again a tortured growl fills the air. That’s when it suddenly occurs to me that I just presented him with unobstructed view of my bare ass.

  “Eliza,” Brax says, his voice deeper than it was moments ago.

  “Yeah.”

  “What are you doing?”

  I stand and face him, and breath leaves my lungs when I see the heat in his eyes. It licks me from head to toe, and burns through my blood. That’s when I realize he wants me as much as I want him. All I have to do is get my nerve up and seduce him.

  But what if he laughs again?

  What if he doesn’t?

  I touch my damp hair, curl it around my finger. “I’m getting ready for bed, what does it look like I’m doing?”

  He exhales and spears agitated fingers through is hair. “You’re not sleeping on the floor.”

  “You’re not either.”

  “Then what are we going to do about this?”

  “We could have a staring contest like we did when we were kids,” I suggest.

  “You always won those.”

  “I’m winning this, too,” I say.

  “Why don’t we just share the bed,” he suggests. “We’re adults, after all.”

  “Fine, we’ll share the bed then.”

  He scrubs his hands over his chin, and I like the scratching sound it makes as he rubs the fine bristles. “We’ll put pillows between us,” he suggests.

  “Better yet, I can take the top, you can take the bottom.” Shit what did I just say? “I mean we can sleep head to foot.”

  “You want us to sleep in a sixty-nine position?” he asks his voice so low and strained, I can barely hear him.

  Sixty-nine. Bodies aligned. Go for it, Eliza.

  My knees give a little as I pick our pillow up and toss them onto the bed. I turn the light out with jittery fingers, and slide under the sheets. I swear to God my entire body is vibrating, shaking the bed beneath me. Brax’s clothes rustle as he crawls in beside me, his head at the foot of the bed, our parts aligned.

  I shift restlessly, well aware that I’m in bed, in the sixty-nine position, with the hottest guy I ever set eyes on. My heart is racing, my body urging me to say something…do something.

  As I lay there, working on my approach, silence ensues for a long time, then Brax breaks it.

  “Eliza?”

  “Yeah?”

  “What were you and Valerie talking about in the pool?”

  Oh, shit.

  “Nothing,” I say quickly, too quickly.

  The sheets move as he sits up and his knee touches my hip. My nipples harden even more and I squeeze my thighs together to ease the hollow ache in between.

  “It must have been something. I heard Valerie say something like…use him. Was she talking about me?” Even in a room lit only by the moon I can feel his stare burn into me.

  This is your chance, Eliza. Don’t blow it. Or rather, blow it. Oh, God.

  I give a nervous laugh. “Oh, she was just…well…she thought since you were pretending to be my boyfriend, I could use you to get a little experience.”

  “Experience?”

  “It’s…nothing.”

  “Experience in bed, you mean?” he asks, holding no punches.

  I sit up, settle myself against the headboard and pull my blankets to my chest. “Yes,” I say honestly.

  “You haven’t been with many guys, Liza?”

  Liza.

  Not Eliza, and not Lizard. Just Liza.

  He’s never called me that before, and I have to say I like it, especially when it’s coming out all sexy and hoarse like that.

  “Ah, that’s none of your business.”

  A beat and then, “It’s kind of my business, don’t you think?” His voice is low, challenging.

  “How so?”

  “I’m here pretending to be your boyfriend. There are things I should know about you.”

  “You know enough about me.”

  “I don’t know what you taste like,” he says, his breathing changing, becoming faster.

  “You kissed me earlier,” I shoot back.

  “That’s not what I’m talking about. That’s not where I want my mouth.”

  OMFG, is he suggesting what I think he’s suggesting?

  “Brax?” I whisper.

  “Yeah,” he says. The mattress dips as he shifts position until he’s between my legs. His fingers curl around my ankles, and in one quick tug, I’m flat on my back. Air leaves my lungs in a whoosh and my entire body goes up in a burst of flames as I take in six feet of hard man hovering over me.

  “What…what are you doing?” I ask.

  “Maybe Valerie is on to something.”

  “We don’t even like each other.” What the hell am I saying. I want this! But I’m so goddamn nervous.

  “That didn’t stop you from asking
me to pretend to be your boyfriend.” He touches my thighs, his big hands widening them, his fingers scorching my skin. Holy cripes, is this really happening?

  Oh God, I hope so.

  “I’ve not been with many men,” I say quickly.

  He grips my thighs harder. “How many?” he asks, a strange kind of possession in his touch.

  “One back in my freshman year and it was…awful. I never want to go through that again.”

  He leans forward, presses his lips to my stomach, kisses me though the lace. His hot breath is like fire on my flesh. “It won’t be like that with me, Liza. I promise you that.”

  A man with confidence. Hallelujah.

  “But what if I…disappoint you?”

  “Not a fucking chance of that happening,” he assures me. “As soon as my cock gets inside you, I’m going to come. Guaran—fucking—teed.”

  “Brax, I…I don’t think…I’m not sure I can…”

  “You’re not sure you can come.”

  Jesus, this man can read me like a book. “Yeah. I didn’t last time.”

  “That’s because you weren’t with me,” he says softly, the warmth in his eyes messing me with my insides in strange ways. “I’m going to take real good care of you. You’re going to come, babe. You’re going to come for me so hard, you’ll be feeling the aftereffects come morning.”

  As his words settle into my brain, I take in his body, the hardness of his cock behind his zipper, the almost desperate need on his face, and my nerves begin to settle. His thumb sweeps over my inner thigh, and my body comes alive beneath his gentle caresses, and the needy juncture between my legs clenches, begging me to spread even wider and invite Brax in.

  Do it already!

  He lifts his head and I can see the outline of his handsome face. “The way I see it is,” he says, his warm, minty breath washing over my face. “I’d be giving you the experience you want, and our intimate familiarity come morning will go a long way in fooling everyone this weekend, don’t you think?”

  “Two birds,” I say under my breath. “That’s what Valerie was saying.”

  “I like the way she thinks.” The corner of his mouth twitches. “It’s kind of a win/win for you, don’t you think?”

  “And for you?”

  He touches the lace near my breasts, runs it through is fingers. “Full disclose here, Liza. The second I saw you in this sexy little number, I was a goner. My cock was so hard, I nearly jerked off in the bathroom. It’s still fucking hard, and I want you in the worst way.” He lays over me, and through his jeans, his cock centers on my sex.

  “Oh,” I say and writhe, shocked at the long length of him, how good he feels pressed up against me.

  He growls. “Yeah, oh.” He brushes his tongue along the edge of the lace, licking the swell of my breast. “I honestly never thought you’d come out with it on.”

  “Then why did you give it to me?”

  “I wanted to see you in it. You’re fucking gorgeous, Liza.” He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “You know that, right?”

  He thinks I’m gorgeous.

  His hand leaves my mouth, slides down my body, skimming the outer edge of my breast. I quiver, and a little moan of want catches in my throat.

  “I want you, Liza, but I told you before I’d never do anything you didn’t want me to do, or anything that hurt you. This is your choice right now. Say the word and I’ll stop. But you’d better say it soon, because I’m fucking losing it here.”

  I wiggle a little more, grind against his hard cock. “What word is it that I should say?”

  He goes still, perfect still, like I’d just slapped him across the face. “The word is stop.”

  I wrap my legs around his body, and tug him to me. “Then I’ll be sure not to say it,” I whisper, my bold candor shocking me.

  I A little gasp sounds in my throat as he captures my hands, and pins them above my head. I can’t breathe, but I don’t care. I love the weight of him pressing me into the mattress like this.

  “I need to know you’re sure, Liza. I know what I want, but I need to know what you want.”

  My heart wobbles, loving that he’s checking in on me like this. “I want you to fuck me, Brax.”

  His nostrils flare, and he wets his bottom lip. “One thing,” he says his voice so deep and serious, it makes me a bit on easy.

  “What?”

  “When my mouth is on you and my cock is inside your sweet pussy, you think of me, and not him.”

  “Yes, Brax. I’ll think of you.”

  Like I could possibly think of another when this man is on top of me.

  “Good. Eyes open, on me the whole time.” He holds my hands with one of his, and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “This mouth,” he says. “I’ll do my best not to ruin it with my cock.”

  Holy Jesus.

  “That’s what I want, Liza. I want my cock in here.” He shifts on my body, puts his hand between my legs. He lightly touches my swollen clit, and our groans mingle. “And I definitely want it in here. I’ll try not to be rough with you. I want to do right by you, but I’m going to fuck you so good, baby, you’re going to still feel me when this weekend is over.”

  “Oh, God yes.”

  “Good, then we’re on the same page. Now tell me what you want?” He goes back on his knees, settles between my spread legs and looks over my trembling body, his gaze lingering on my heaving breasts, my nipples poking from the lace to be precise. Intense eyes move back to mine. “All you have to do is tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

  His words wrap around me, ease my nerves enough for me to confess all my secret desires. “I want to see,” I say boldly, my gaze dropping to the bulge in his pants.

  He angles his head, lust-imbued eyes moving over my face, gauging me. “You want to see my cock, Liza. Is that what you’re asking?”

  “Yes,” I say, feeling bolder than I ever had before.

  He climbs from my body and I whimper, missing his warmth, his weight. But that whimper turns into a moan of want when he removes his shirt, then pulls his jeans and boxers off and kicks them out of the away. Moonlight slants in and lights up his gorgeous body. I go still, and admire the beautiful display of long lean muscles, his magnificent cock. He takes his girth into his hands and strokes.

  I swallow, and reach for him. I can’t even count how many years I’ve fantasized about touching this man.

  “You want to touch my cock?”

  “Yes,” I manage to get out.

  “You want it in that pretty mouth of yours?”

  I whimper my reply as I shift and sit on the edge of the bed. He stands back and continues to stroke himself from base to tip, and I swear to god, I’m about to orgasm just watching him.

  “Please…”

  “You begging for my cock, Liza?”

  I nod, and whimper some more. He finally steps up to the bed, and drops his hands to his sides, giving me full access to his gorgeous cock. I take him into my hands, feel the smoothness of his skin. Pre-cum drips from his crown, and I run my thumb over it, massaging it in. His tortured groans encourage me, and I lean down, run my tongue over his slit.

  “Fuck,” he growls, and grabs a fistful of my hair. He holds my head as I rock into him, take him deep, until he hits the back of my throat. I choke a bit, a little inexperienced in this area, too. I cup his balls, rub gently as I suck his cock until little hollows form in my cheeks. His groans grow louder, and a thrill races through me. I guess I must be doing something right.

  “How could you ever think you’d disappoint me? Jesus, girl, do you have any idea how fucking good you are with that sweet mouth.” I work my mouth over him harder, and his veins fill with blood. “That is so fucking good.” His grip on my hair tightens, and he tries to ease me off him, but I’m not nearly done tasting him. I never thought I’d love pleasuring a man like this. Then again, this isn’t just any man. It’s Brax.

  Careful, girl. Don’t go getting the wrong idea here. This is just abo
ut sex.

  “Liza, stop,” he growls. I glance up at him, and swirl my tongue around his crown, not wanting to miss a drop of his tangy pre-cum. “Jesus fucking Christ, that is hot. But babe, as much as I want your mouth wrapped around me, and as much as I love watching my cock slide between your pretty lips, it’s my turn.”

  “I’m not done,” I say, and lick him again.

  He cups my chin, and lifts my face until our eyes meet. “Yeah, you are,” he says, the intensity back in his gaze and doing the craziest things to my insides. “I’m taking care of you first, and that’s not up for debate.” My heart wobbles, impressed by his chivalry, and I swallow against the sudden tightness in my throat. “Now get in the middle of the bed, and widen your legs for me. I want to taste you.”

  As the alpha in him emerges, takes charge between the sheets, I suck in a shallow breath and obey his commands. I go on my hands and knees, giving him a view of my ass as I crawl to the center of the bed. As I turn over, and position myself, I wonder who the hell I am, and what happened to the self-conscious girl who arrived at this seaside mansion a few hours ago. I don’t know where she is, or how Brax was able to so easily coax me out of my shell, but a few minutes in his arms, I’ve turned into a needy girl with little inhibitions. Perhaps it’s the ravenous way he looks at me, the dirty way he talks to me. Who knew I’d love a dirty talking, take charge, yet chivalrous man in the bedroom so much.

  “Is this what you want?” I say, and lay my hand on my stomach. I splay my fingers, and his gaze tracks my movements carefully as I slide my hand lower, let it fall between my open legs. When my hand stills, his gaze slides back up my body.

  “Touch yourself for me,” he says, and my body buzzes. “Open that sweet pussy and rub your clit for me.” I gulp, never having done that in front of a guy—heck, I barely touch myself in my own bed—but I’m so far gone, I’m pretty sure he could ask me to do anything, and I would.

  I touch my wet lips, and inch them open, then slide my finger over my aching clit. “Oh, yesss…” I hiss and my eyes meet Brax’s.

  “You have the prettiest pussy, Liza.” He wets his bottom lip, like he’s preparing his mouth, and my whole body quivers. “That one time, back in freshman year…” he begins. “At least tell me the oral sex was good for you.”