Page 22 of The Rebel Billionaire

"Charlotte," he groaned, pulling back afraction.

He didn't need to. It hurt, but I wanted him. I wanted all of him. Every inch. Another orgasm was building, the tension coiling in my nerves andmuscles.

I was going to come, and he was going to fuck me blind while I did so. Tightening my legs, I drove my body onto his, taking him to the root in a flash of pain and hotpleasure.

"Lucas," I gasped. "So good. You feelsogood."

He froze above me, his body still, letting me get used tohissize.

Oh, God. He was almosttoomuch.

Lucas shuddered and dropped his forehead to myshoulder.

"Charlotte. Fuck, Charlotte," he whispered, his breath hot on my skin, the rasp of his chinprickly.

I wasn't sure if I could move, but I had to. I had to feel more, feel him moving in me.Fuckingme.

I dug my heels into the backs of his legs and squeezed, sucking in a breath at the sharp pleasure. Lucas let out a groan and thrust hard, drawing back a second later and doing it again, filling me withhiscock.

I sank my fingers into his shoulders and held on, my mind and body focused on onething.

Lucasfuckingme.

He wasn't holding back anymore. I didn't want him to. There was something about Lucas unleashed, knowing he'd lost control, that pushed me closer totheedge.

We moved together, our bodies straining, until the coiling tension inside me broke free into an orgasm that made the first into a shadow of pleasure. I don't remember anything clearly afterithit.

I moved in desperate jerks beneath Lucas, gasping for air and feeling him pound into me faster, then letting loose a shout as he followed me intoorgasm.

He sagged onto his elbows, almost crushing me for a second before he rolled to the side and stood unsteadily. I lay on my back, blind eyes staring at the ceiling. I caught a glimpse of his tight ass and tattooed back as he lefttheroom.

Yum.

Cool air drifted over my skin from the portable air conditioner. I thought about reaching for the sheet. In the end, I couldn't be bothered. Lucas had seen everything. There was no point in beingshynow.

Water ran in the bathroom. Footsteps echoed down the hall. I thought about sitting up, maybe going to the bathroom myself. Every muscle in my body was limp, echoes of that last orgasm cascading through my nerves. I'd get uplater.

Lucas appeared in the doorway, holding the pizza box, a six-pack of beer balanced on top. "Do you have a problem with eatinginbed?"

I propped myself up on my elbows and took him in—six and a half feet of gorgeously naked man, holding pizzaandbeer.

Maybe that orgasm had killed me and I was inheaven.

"Only if it's crackers," I said. "Pizza in bed is agreatidea."

I sat up, peering over the edge of the futon for my t-shirt. Snagging it, I dragged it on and pulled the sheet up to cover my naked lower half. I had no idea what had happened to my thong. I had a feeling it was in shreds, and Ididn'tcare.

The pizza was cold by now, and I didn't have a way to heat it up. That didn't matter. It smelled delicious, spicy and garlicky andcheesy.Food.

Lucas set the box down on top of the sheet and flipped it open to free a piece. He handed it to me and I dove in, too hungry to bepolite.

I'd been right. The pizza was cold, and it was delicious. Lucas took his own piece and held up a bottle of beer, alreadyopen. "Beer?"

I thought about it. I wasn't hung over anymore, and we only had a six-pack. It wasn't like I was going to get drunkagain.

"Sure," I said, taking the cold beer from his hand. I took anexperimentalsip.

Beer was always a crapshoot. I liked wine, most wines. But I was picky when it came to beer. I wasn't a Pilsner girl. I favored IPAs and stouts. Atlanta had some great breweries and I'd turned into a little bit of a beer snob. Lucas didn't strike me as a microbrew kind of guy and I wasn't sure what toexpect.