Page 47 of Protected By My Playboy Billionaire

“Oh, no.” I pull back on time, the corner of my mouth lifting. “Not until you tell me what you want.” I lower myself again to run the tip of my nose up her neck. She tilts her head back to give me more access, and I pull away just enough to look at her. “Tell me what you want.” She arches her back to press herself more into my palm, but I use it to push her back down on the couch.

“Please,” she begs with her eyes closed.

“Please, what?” I give her one last chance, but she doesn’t take it. She only shakes her head and tries to wiggle under me. I slide my hand up past her belly until I reach my goal. No bra. The feeling of her breasts under my palm almost makes me lose all self-control—almost.

“Please what, Elana?” She moans under me as I take her already hard nipple between my fingers.

“I don’t know,” she breathes and shakes her head with closed eyes.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” I order, my tone calm but firm. She obeys, her green eyes glazed with desire. “Say the words, little duck. What do you want me to do to you?” In response, she bites her lip, her chest rising and falling under my hand. I pinch her nipple just hard enough to send a wave of pleasure and a hint of pain through her. Give me what I want to hear. Say the words, and you’ll have it. Surely enough, she yelps and throws her head back. “Well?” I cock my head to the side.

“You,” she whimpers and looks up at me.

Not good enough. “Try again.” I palm her breast and roll her nipple between my fingers. She takes a sharp breath, and her hands instinctively fly to my forearm to squeeze it.

“I want you to—” she moans out, andI release the pressure on her nipple.

“Yes?” I say slowly, her hard nipple still resting between my fingers. She releases my arm and uses her hands to hide her face.

“I want you,” she mumbles from under her hands. I quickly slide my hand from under her shirt and use it to pin both her wrists above her head, revealing her flushed face.

“Where do you want me?” I brush my lips across hers once more and pull away, prepared for her attempt to kiss me. “Do you want me here?” I press myself against her. “Do you want me inside you?” I grind my hips, rubbing my cock up and down. She moans and squeezes her eyes shut. “Open your eyes and answer me. Where do you want me?”

In response, she opens her eyes, and I feel her lift her hips to press herself against me.

“In here.” Her voice is hoarse and quiet. Fuck. I press my eyes shut and swallow down the raging wildfire screaming at me to rip her clothes into shreds until there’s nothing between us.

So be it.

Chapter twenty

~ELANA~

There is nothing I see beyond him. Nothing I feel beyond where he’s touching me. His hand is still wrapped around my wrists, holding them above my head; his hips between my thighs are pinning me in place despite my desperate attempts to move them. I don’t know if it’s the wine that’s making me so eager, and right now, none of it matters.

“You want me inside you.” Not a question. Adrian uses his other arm to support his weight as he slowly leans in to kiss my neck.

“Yes,” I breathe, unable to find my voice. I feel him smile against my neck before pulling away.

“Elana,” he studies my face, “Are you aware of what you’re asking of me?” I blink up at him. Is he unsure about this? I study him back - the lust in his eyes, his chest moving with each desire-filled breath, the hardness of him against me. No, he wants this just as much as I do. I nod.

“I’m not asking you,” I whisper and make another attempt to roll my hips against him, earning me the sight of Adrian closing his eyes with a hard swallow. “I’m telling you.”

When he opens his eyes again, there’s no trace of doubt within them. He releases my wrists, only to drag his hand down and grip my jaw softly. There’s nothing soft about the kiss that follows, though. It’s savage and possessive, claiming every inch of my mouth, his hand angling my face so he can take more of me. His tongue dances with mine as he grinds his hips against me once more, each stroke deliberate, rubbing that sensitive spot that’s now throbbing under his touch. I moan into his mouth and reach to cup his face. His hand slides to the back of my neck and ever so gently pulls me until I’m half-sitting. He rises on his knees, leaving my body achingfor him.

“Hands up,” he orders softly, and I obey, feeling his warm hands on my waist. They slide up, taking the hoodie with them until I feel the air on my sensitive nipples. I’ve never been naked in front of someone else before. I never felt safe enough to be. Will he like what he sees?

After sliding my hoodie over my head, he tosses it on the floor and sits back to look at me. I’ve never felt more exposed, sitting half-naked in front of him. I instinctively wrap my arms around myself, but he gently takes my wrists and pulls my hands away.

“Don’t do that.” His tone is as soft as his hand that slides to cup my face. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I don’t want you to hide your body from me, ever.”

My chest swells with warmth at his words. He doesn’t wait for me to reply before his mouth is on mine again, reassuring and gentle. His hand slides down from my face to cup my left breast. The feeling is so foreign that I almost flinch back. He gently squeezes it, sending a spark down to my core. A small sound escapes me, and he deepens the kiss, pushingme back down on the couch. Will he stay dressed like last time?

“Take my shirt off,” he murmurs into my mouth as if having read my thoughts, and I immediately reach for the buttons. With my hands slightly shaking from the adrenaline, I try my best to unclasp each one and match the rhythm of his tongue. It takes me a bit of time, but the last button is finally undone. I slide the shirt off, my fingers tracing the muscles on his shoulders as he helps me by lifting one arm off the couch and then the other. I drag my hands over his back, the muscles dancing under my fingertips as he moves.

I’ve never felt skin so soft, the touch of it like satin under my touch. I feel his fingers under the waistband of my shorts before he pulls them down. Raising my hips to help him, I open my eyes in search of his face. Adrian tosses my shorts on the floor, next to my hoodie, and rests back on his heels. I’m fully naked in front of him, legs spread with him kneeling between them. Something primal flashes in his eyes as they roam over my body—my verynaked body.

I fight the urge to cover myself, willing my hands to stay put, and take the opportunity to look at him—really look at him. His toned chest, his broad shoulders, the abs I can easily count, the veins sliding down his arms to his hands, and the absolute mass of muscle his body is. I have never been more aroused in my life, never been more affected by the sight of someone. How many other women have looked at him from that same angle and thought the same things I do? I push the unwelcome thought away, cursing myself for it.