Brides, Babies And Billionaires. Rebecca Winters
“They got bigger. More—oh! More sensitive.” Her hands found his hair and, just like she had held him to her sex before, she held him to her breast now.
The words were slow to penetrate the fog of desire in Seth’s mind, but penetrate they did. More sensitive—that meant he needed to be gentle. It meant that if he played his cards right, he might be able to drive her to orgasm just by playing with her nipples alone.
The back of her legs hit the bed and she sat abruptly. Seth came off her breast with an audible pop. She blinked up at him, apparently surprised as to how she’d landed where she was. “Seth,” she whispered. She stroked her hands down his chest, and his stomach—then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulled.
They had all night. That was what Seth kept telling himself when his cock sprang free. He held his hands at his side, giving her the space to explore without making any demands. Because they had all night and he had nowhere he had to be tomorrow morning and by God, he was going to make this memorable for her.
“Wow,” she said, tracing the tip of her finger along the side of his erection, making him quiver. “I had no idea.” Seth was powerless to keep the growl inside.
Maybe he wouldn’t despise Roger. True, the man had apparently never done anything good for Kate, but on the other hand, it was going to be easy—and enjoyable—to blow Kate’s preconceived notions of sex and intimacy out of the water.
She wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked once, twice—all while staring at him intently. “Is it okay if I do this?” she asked, stroking him again.
“God, yes.” Why wouldn’t it be?
“I just...” But she didn’t finish the thought. Instead, she stroked him slowly, driving him past the point of thinking. And that was before she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his tip.
And suddenly it was too much. Before she could take him into her mouth, Seth grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away. “I can’t—Kate,” he said, not even able to get a coherent thought out. He leaned down and crushed his mouth over hers, desperate to be inside her. But at the very last second, his lone remaining functional brain cell kicked into gear—the condom. It wasn’t like he could get her more pregnant—but safe sex was good sex. He forced himself to pull away from her and went to grab his jacket, fishing the condoms out.
When he turned back to the bed, Kate was leaning on her elbows, watching him intently. There was something so right about her, about them being here together. Everything, he thought, staring at her. She was everything.
He prowled across the hotel room, kneeling on the bed next to her. He was supposed to be saying things to her, he was pretty sure—sweet nothings about how gorgeous she was, how excited he was—how great he was going to be for her.
He had nothing. Not a damned thing. And when she reached out and gripped his erection again, the need to be buried inside her was overwhelming.
He rolled on the condom and fit himself between her legs. “Yeah?” he asked, dragging his erection against the folds of her flesh.
Her hips arched into him as her eyes fluttered. “Yes, please,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing him close so she could sear him with her lips.
“So polite.” He was going to push her past that. He wanted her demanding and bossy, confident in her desires and in his ability to fulfill them.
He shifted and found her opening and then, as carefully as he could, he began to thrust. Her body was tight around his and the sensations—damn, the sensations. He’d always liked sex. Careful sex, of course. He wasn’t going to get anyone pregnant and leave them high and dry. He was not that guy. But sex itself had always been fun.
This? Burying his body inside Kate’s went far past fun, he realized as they fell into a rhythm. Being with Kate wasn’t a fun Saturday night. It was suddenly as vital to him as breathing.
She rose to meet him as he plunged into her again and again and he completely surrendered to her. Her hands gripped his shoulders, his arms. “Oh, God—Seth,” she cried, her body tightening around his.
“Yeah, babe—yeah,” he ground out, straining to keep his orgasm in check long enough. He wouldn’t dare leave her unsatisfied. It simply wasn’t polite.
She thrashed her head against the pillow and dug her fingernails into his back as her body gripped his with such strength that he couldn’t hold anything back. He gave himself over to her and held on as she came.
He collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing hard for a few moments as his head cleared. This time, when he leaned back to withdraw, he was ready for the tears—because they were there again. She looked at him and smiled and then laughed and said, “It’s good crying, I promise.”
He was willing to take her at her word that this was a hormonal thing. “You never cried before?” he asked, getting rid of the condom and draping himself around her.
“No,” she said, sounding tired and sated and happy. “Or laughed. But then, I don’t ever remember having orgasms like that, either.”
Roger was an idiot. A clueless idiot. “I am ever at your command, my lady.”
She laughed again. “I think you were right.”
He propped himself up on his elbow and began to trace her collarbone with his lips. “About what?”
She cupped her palm around his cheek and lifted his face so he had to look at her. Her eyes sparkled. “I think you’re going to be very good for me.”
His chest puffed up with pride and he nipped at the space where her shoulder met her neck. “It was only the beginning, Kate. I can be even better for you than that in just a few minutes.” He lowered his mouth to her breast again, but just then her stomach rumbled. He bit back his smile and leaned away, putting his hand on her stomach. If he didn’t know she was pregnant, he wouldn’t be able to tell. Soon, maybe. “Maybe we should have dinner first? I picked this hotel for the room service.”
He would do anything for that smile of hers. Everything. “I’d like that.”
Seth called in their orders while she got cleaned up in the bathroom. When she came back out wearing her boring white shirt again, he growled.
“I am not going to be naked when room service shows up, thank you very much. Besides,” she went on as he stared at her legs, “you can always take it off again later.”
“Woman,” he groaned, falling back on the bed as if she’d shot him. “Come wait with me.”
They curled up under the covers and turned on a game, although they didn’t watch it. Seth was too busy touching her skin, massaging her shoulders, stroking her hair, to pay any attention to sports. By the time dinner showed up, he was more than half hard for her all over again.
And the whole time, he kept thinking that it was a damn shame that he had no plans to stay in Rapid City on a permanent basis. Though even if he were staying, he wouldn’t want to keep this thing between them going. Kate didn’t need a long-term relationship that was nothing more than casual sex. She needed a man who could settle down and stay in one place, someone who could be a good dad and shoulder his half of the load—if not more. She needed someone who would be there every night and every morning and that, sadly, was not Seth. He simply didn’t have it in him.
He’d always been restless. Although his mom had never said so one way or the other, Seth attributed his wanderlust to his birth father. The man had disappeared before Seth had been born, never to be seen on the reservation again. Seth had no idea if his father was kind or hard, laughing or serious. All he had ever known about the man was that he left his girlfriend and his unborn child behind without a second look.
That was why Seth’s new position at Crazy Horse Choppers fit him so well. He’d already spent a year in Los Angeles, hobnobbing with the rich, famous and the wished-they-were-famous. His uncle Bobby was always looking for the