Hollywood Hype: A Sexy Billionaire Romance (The Director's Assistant Book 3) (4 page)

It was only meant to
be one kiss, but…
This man. This wonderful, beautiful man who had been by my side all along. We could do anything as long as we were together.

We broke apart, panting. Then my hands reached to the back of his head, my fingers entwining in his hair. I pulled his mouth toward me again, marveling at the zing that shot from my lips all the way down to my hips.

This was what I’d missed; what I’d feared I’d never experience again—a kiss like Rick gave Ilsa, our arms wrapping around each other’s necks as we reveled in the joys and fears of shared love.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I whispered when I could.

“I was right here, always,” he said, kissing me again, holding me close. His mouth traced the curve of my jaw, my earlobe.

I buried my head in his neck, inhaling him. “I thought I’d lost you.”

“You’ll never lose me. Ever.” I felt his breath, hot in my ear, before he continued kissing down my neck to my nearly bare shoulders. Every inch of skin burned where his mouth touched. I’d been missing this so desperately. I’d thought I would never have it again.

We shouldn’t be doing this
—not here, not now, not after everything that had already happened after we made love out in the open. But I couldn’t stop—I didn’t want to.

His hands moved slowly up and down my back, stroking gently. But for all his gentleness he was still lighting an inferno inside me, turning me on in a way a rougher touch wouldn’t. This wasn’t the same desperate passion I’d felt for him before. This was softer now, sweeter. Like coming together after being pulled apart. It had only been a few days, but it had felt like years; like the end of us.
I wanted to savor him.

He gently nudged one of the straps of my dress down over my shoulder, then kissed my bare flesh as he gathered me into his arms. He laid me down beside fake plastic butterflies on moss covered ground and I couldn’t think of anywhere more beautiful in the entire world.

It was like we were in some sort of fantasy, a private glade created only for us; two lovers that had left the beaten path and ended up in another world. Archer kissed his way across my chest; I closed my eyes as his mouth lingered near the spot where my skin stopped and the dress began. He ran the tips of his fingers over that area, back and forth, teasing me. I didn’t make a sound at first, but couldn’t help my moan when his hand moved lower, and cupped my breast through the fabric.

My nipples stood out against the thin cotton. They’d been aching to be touched; when his thumb strummed across one and then the other I arched my back, thrusting myself upward, wanting more. He was lying beside, nearly on top of me, and I hooked his leg with mine, drawing him closer. I felt a hard lump against my thigh, and a rush of warmth coursed through me.
I remembered that pressure against my leg
. I remembered how good that part of him had felt.

He touched me with his fingers again, this time starting from my ankle and working his way slowly up the outside of my leg. I moaned, my eyes closed again. “Open your eyes,” he murmured. “Look at me.”

I turned my head to him. He smiled, then touched me again, running his fingers up my other leg. I bit my lip against another moan, forcing my eyes to stay open. I felt so vulnerable, watching him watching me. When his hand reached the hem of my dress and dragged it up, I whimpered.

“Shhh… Just relax.” Again I longed to turn my head away. But I didn’t. This time, when his hand brushed along my thigh and the curve of my backside, I moaned openly without closing my eyes. My dress was at my waist, now.

“Tell me how it feels,” he whispered, his hand continuing its exploration. “I want to know how good I can make you feel.”

I was unsure, hesitant. I’d never really done dirty talk before. But if there was anyone I was willing to try for, it was him. “That feels… so nice…” I replied softly. “When you touch me there… mmm…”

“Softer or rougher?”

“Softer,” I moaned. “It feels so much better.” A gentle caress, this time grazing my panties ever so softly. I gasped, and he smiled.

He spread my legs apart, now stroking the insides of my thighs. My hands clenched into fists as I tried to control the lightning shooting off inside me. He smiled at my wide eyes.

Every upward stroke inched closer to the warm center of my need for him; I became more vocal in response. “Please…please…”

“Please what?”

“Touch me. Please…” My body was on fire, desperate for more. It needed release.

His hand cupped me,
there
, and I almost shot up off the floor; my hips bucking and jerking involuntarily. I was still covered, and the torture was almost too much to take as his hand ran over me. The lace blunted the feeling of his fingers but at the same time heightened my need, adding pressure to the area he touched, distributing his strokes over a larger area. “More,” I groaned. “I want more.”

He pressed harder, fondling me through the fabric. I circled my hips, meeting his pressure with my own.

“That’s right… make yourself feel good for me,” he panted. I realized this was turning him on, too. It gave me confidence.

I began to strain against him, closing my eyes now, whimpering with each circle of my hips as they moved faster and faster, his own fingers adding to the rhythm. The pressure of him against me was delicious. He was working me into a frenzy, and I began to cry out, getting close.

Through the haze of pleasure I heard his heavy breathing. He was still watching me, and it was
hot
. I could turn
him
on.
My
pleasure could please
him
. The pressure inside of me began to bubble over. And then, suddenly, his fingers slipped below the lace of my panties, and the sensation exploded. I climaxed in glorious, shuddering joy as I bucked upon his fingers.

When I opened my eyes he was still looking down at me, love and lust mixed in his eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, breathless.

His intense arousal, just from watching me, got me going all over again. I reached down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. I slipped a hand inside, rubbing my palm over him. My mouth brushed against his, gently, teasingly. He let out a shuddering sigh, twitching under my hand.

“Look at me,” I whispered. He opened his eyes, grinning for a split second before increased pressure from my hand had him groaning. I looked deep into his eyes, searching them, watching the pleasure and torment play across his face. His breathing was harder, faster.

“You should stop or else this is going to end right now,” he whispered in a raspy voice.

I grinned. “I’m sure you’ve got more than one in you.”

“After the last few days without you? Many.”

“Then we do
not
have a problem,” I said. I slid down his body as he lay beside me.

“What are you doing?”

I undid the buckle on his pants, pulling them down quickly. “
Watch
and see.” I leaned down to breathe hot air over the bulge in his designer boxers. He twitched, and I glanced up to see Archer propped on his elbows, watching with greedy eyes. I winked, then dipped to grab his boxers with only my teeth. I pulled them down.

He sprung free. It was just as big as I remembered—even bigger, perhaps, because my face had never been this close. I blew on it gently, watching with delight as the action made it jerk sharply before settling back down atop him.

Above me, Archer growled. “You’re teasing me.”

The tip of my tongue reached out to flick at his base. “Not for long.” Then I licked along his length, as if enjoying the world’s greatest ice-cream. His skin on my tongue tasted of arousal. The sound Archer made as I left the glistening trail brought heat to my loins.

I licked him again. Then I took him with my hand—the first time my fingers had touched there since we started, and slid my mouth slowly over his head. Archer groaned.

He was big.
So big that I knew I wouldn’t have a hope of sinking all the way down. But that didn’t matter—what I could fit in my mouth was more than enough to get the job done. My lips slid over his velvet ridge and I rolled my tongue over the tip of him. He gave a garbled cry as I sucked myself down, then made the noise again as I slid back up and down once more.

Soon I had a rhythm going, my hand gripping him just below my lips to mimic its motions. I tried to imagine what he must feel as he watched me bobbing upon him—was his pleasure the same as I received when he did this to me? Was it all tingly—a growing heat that spread like fire through the hips and then the heart? Or was it different—sharp spikes each time I hit a sensitive area, building until he thought he must explode?

My hand started to twist as I worked, swiveling one way up, then in the opposite direction down. His body tensed as soon as I did, a sure sign that we were heading in the right direction. He was struggling stay upon his elbows and not slump back in bliss, and I grinned. Whatever he felt, it must be good.

Faster and faster I moved, until soon my mouth couldn’t bob fast enough. I rose up off him, letting my hands do the heavy work; a flurry of activity as I hovered above, my tongue flicking out to lick little laps of the tip. His eyes were wide; almost perfect saucers. The tip of him suddenly became salty on the flat of my tongue—he was almost there.

“You like that?” I whispered, looking him in the eyes. He gulped, then nodded.

“It feels good to watch, doesn’t it?” I continued. He was biting his lip in an effort not to moan out loud.

Suddenly his eyes widened even more, and I felt his body tense. “Josie! I’m going to-”

My head dove back down upon him, and I sucked as hard as I was able. I felt him swell within my mouth, and then suddenly he was throbbing in long, hard spasms as my mouth filled with him. I swallowed, and then swallowed again as my mouth filled once more.

When he was done he collapsed with a groan. “My god!” he said, hand going to his head. “That was…” he shrugged, breaking out into laughter. “I’m honestly lost for words!”

I slid back up his body, kissing ever upwards. “Then let’s not talk” I whispered. “Because suddenly, I’m all turned on.”

He grinned, seizing me, rolling me over to kiss me deeply. I briefly wondered if he could taste himself, in my mouth, and then decided neither of us cared—there was only one thing on both our minds right now.
Mutual Satisfaction.

We climbed to our knees, the process taking longer than it should have because we kept interrupting the processes with kisses. I pulled his polo shirt over his head, running my hands over his skin, kissing his chest and shoulders. I’d seen the lower half of him already—intimately—but I liked the top half just as much. He had a body like a yoga instructor—with clothes on you might think he was fit and nothing more, but with clothes off… I whistled mentally in appreciation; he was ripped—not an ounce of body fat, with hard musculature and the most amazing six pack.

I wondered, briefly, if he actually
did
yoga as I ran my hands across hard ridges, but was quickly distracted as Archer pulled my dress up to my waist. I raised my arms so he could take it off, kneeling before him in lacy underwear, heels and nothing else. We kissed again, our bodies warm between us as flesh finally made contact with flesh.

Well, almost
. I reached behind my back to unhook my bra. Archer murmured in appreciation as it fell to the floor.

“Hey, eyes up here buster.”

He looked back up with a cheeky grin, then bent down to kiss first one nipple then the other. “But why, when I like them so much?”

“Oh, go on then.”

He grinned, sinking his mouth to me. I groaned in pleasure as his warm, wet tongue produced little jolts of electricity, flickering upon me. Soon I couldn’t take much more.

“Up!” I commanded. I rose to my feet, and he quickly followed.

“Sit right there!” I pointed to a large rock in the faerie glade. It had a flat top. He looked surprised, but did as I asked. I slid my panties down, kicking them off to stand before him dressed only in heels, then straddled him. I pulled his face to mine, holding it between my hands as we kissed, and his hands went to my hips.

I reached down and stroked his hard length lightly before guiding him to my entrance. Then I lowered myself upon him, slowly. Both of us sighed deeply as he filled me. I stayed still for a moment, adjusting to his size. If love was an expression of want and need, this was that expression fulfilled. We couldn’t be any closer than this. It couldn’t feel any better.

Oh yes it could
. I began to rock my hips. The gentle, easy motion was deceptive; each rock moved him back and forth inside, and the friction as he filled me soon had me moaning, gasping for breath. Archer’s breath was quickening too. I could feel his heartbeat, mirroring mine when I put my hand on his chest.

We moved together, slowly, kissing and touching. “Look at me,” I whispered. We leaned our foreheads together, watching each other as our passion built. Every so often our mouths would touch, briefly, between gasps or groans. I’d never fully understood the concept of connecting through sex before. Not until now. The physical pleasure was heightened by the emotions flowing through me.