Page 83 of The Wrong Billionaire
I tip my head back, and he starts to massage some shampoo in. I sigh at the feel of his hands in my hair, his fingertips gliding across my scalp. It’s so sensual, and it brings goose bumps out all over my body.
He rinses my hair and puts some conditioner on for me. Then he squeezes some shower gel onto his hands, rubs them together, and starts to wash me. I close my eyes, feeling as if I’mbeginning to ascend to another plane. My body is stirring, slowly coming alive, like a flower unfurling in the sunlight. Marcus touches me gently, reverently, skating his fingers across my skin as if he’s determined to touch every part of me.
“Are you falling asleep there?” he teases, kissing my lips.
“I think my body’s turned into one big erogenous zone,” I murmur.
“You like me touching you like this?” He brushes his fingers down my back, up my ribs, over my shoulders, and down my arms.
“Yes…”
“It turns you on?”
I open my eyes and look into his light-brown ones, and give a small nod.
“Good.” He pours some more gel onto his fingers. “Let’s see how much.”
“Oh…” I blink rapidly as he moves his hand down my belly, and then I close my eyes in bliss as he strokes his fingers between my legs. “Mmm,” he murmurs, swirling his fingers over my clit before exploring further down. “You’re right, it does turn you on.”
I moan a little, and in response he turns me around and lifts my hands so they’re resting on the cool tiles. He pours some more gel onto his hands. Then he moves up close to me, so his chest is against my back, rubs his hands together to produce some foam, and strokes it from my wrists, under my arms, and down over my breasts.
He stops there, cupping them, his fingers gliding over my nipples, and I tip my head back on his shoulder, moaning again.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, kissing my shoulders, my neck, and the sensitive skin behind my ear. “I love your body. I love your soft curves. I love that you’re tall. And I’m sorry if this sounds bad, but I love the fact that your other partners werebad in bed, because it means I get to introduce you to all these amazing things. I get to be your first in so many ways.”
“That does sound quite bad.”
“I know.”
“You don’t care, do you?”
“Not really.” He circles the pads of his fingers over the tips of my nipples. “I don’t like that they hurt you. I’m still tempted to hire a hit man to take them all out. But I like that this is all new to you. You’ll just have to let me know if I take it too fast. I’m trying to go slow.”
That makes me blink in surprise. “What do you mean?”
He skims his hands over my belly, hips, and then back up my ribs. “What do you mean, what do I mean?”
“What do you mean about going slow?”
“Well, I’m trying not to throw everything at you at once.”
“You’ve lost me.”
“Babe, you know there’s more to sex than missionary, right?”
“So I’ve heard.”
“I’m just saying, there’s plenty more for us to explore. But I don’t want to send you running for the hills.” He slides his hand over my belly, then continues down. “You get my drift?”
“You mean you want me on top?” I shudder as he strokes his fingers into me.
“That’s one of the possible sixty-four core positions, yes.”
I frown at the thought of him trying out those positions in the past. “I suppose I should be glad you’ve had more experience than me.”
He chuckles and turns me around. “Are you jealous?”
“No.”
