Page 39 of Protected By My Playboy Billionaire

My eyes widen as the realization hits me. The dream I had of him! Oh my God.

“No, I—” I open my mouth and close it. “I had a dream about you.” Adrian raises a dark brow, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I didn’t… It was a dream. I must have spoken in my sleep.”

His lips curl up, revealing his teeth. “A dream, hm?” I swallow with a nod, and he pounces forward untilhis face is right above mine. “Do you know the sounds you made while you dreamed of me?” He lowers his head and plants a kiss on my neck. “Do you know how crazy those sounds drove me? Hearing you moan my name, imagining your hand between these pretty legs touching yourself to me.” Another kiss on my neck. I tilt my head back to give him more access, but he pulls away and sits back again.

“I’m sorry,” is all I can think of saying. I fight the urge to bury my face in my hands from the embarrassment. He heard it all. I can’t believe he heard me moan and call out his name in my sleep.

“You should be. My skin still remembers the bite of the cold shower I had to endure because of you. But you can make it up to me by rubbing yourself here.” His thumb presses against my fingers, resting over my panties. “Show me how you touch yourself, Elana.”

“I don’t know how. I haven’t done it before,” I whisper so quietly that I can barely hear myself. He narrows his eyes in contemplation until realization flashes across his flawless face.

“Have you ever been with a man before?” His question pins me in place. I shake my head, unableto use my voice. “No?” He raises both brows in surprise, but there’s something else in his eyes. He’s pleased. Very pleased. “And you want to do this with me?” he asks. I nod, and he shakes his head. “Use your words. I won’t touch you until I know you’re sure about this.”

“I’m sure. I want this with you,” I breathe out, and that’s all it takes for him to reach under me and slide his fingers under the waistband of my panties. He drags them down as I try to help by lifting my bum so he can take them off. I push the skirt of my dress between my legs, feeling exposed.

“Look at that, little duck.” He lifts my panties until I can see the wetness on them. “So wet.”

I close my eyes, and my hands instantly travel up to hide my face, but a large hand stops them.

“Uh-uh.” He shakes his head again. “None of that. I want to see you, and right now, I want to see just how much you want this.” With his hand, he clasps both of my wrists and pins them above my head as he lowers his and starts kissing my neck. I arch my back with a moan, giving him more access to my throat, when I feel his other hand push my dress away. The air feelscool against my wet skin down there, but the sensation is replaced by two of his fingers.

“Oh my God,” I moan, the feeling like nothing I’ve felt before.

“So responsive,” he murmurs against my neck, and his fingers slowly spread my lips and slide between them. “So wet for me.”

I moan again, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me.

He pushes himself away from me, and when I open my eyes to look for him, I see his face right between my legs, looking at me through his dark brows.

“Let’s see if you taste as sweet as you look.” And with that, his hot mouth joins his fingers.

“Adrian,” I breathe. Just when I think it can’t get any better, I feel his tongue slide out and lick my sensitive clit. “Oh my God! Fuck,” I sob and throw my head back.

He chuckles against me, and the vibrations send more waves of pleasure.

“Just as delicious as I thought.” His tongue slides up and down again, making my whole body respond. I raise my hips to meet his tongue, butpowerful hands grasp both sides of my hips and pin me down. My entire core tightens.

A ball of static pleasure builds up, and my hands travel down to him. I bury my fingers in his hair, the feel of it under my fingers just as I imagined it would be. I press his head harder into me, and another deep chuckle vibrates against me. His right hand moves from its place on my hip and travels sideways to my lower belly, pushing down gently.

His tongue picks up the pace, and just before that ball of pleasure can burst through me, he stops, replacing his tongue with his fingers, gently circling that spot his tongue was licking. Without stopping, he uses his other hand to prop himself up and crawl back to me until his face is inches away from mine. His fingers press harder against my clit, making me close my eyes.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” Adrian orders over my moans, and I obey, struggling to keep my eyes open. “See how good you taste?” He lowers himself and kisses me, hard and possessive.

I can still taste the sweet mint on his tongue, but now, his lips have the taste of my arousal on them.The thought is enough to send me over the edge, that ball of pleasure bursting into a million pieces of static electricity. Adrian drowns out my moans, one of them being his name, with his mouth as he keeps rubbing that spot over and over, then stops just as the waves of pleasure subside after what feels like an eternity. I finally open my eyes, panting, and realize I’ve somehow wrapped both legs around Adrian’s waist, my hands fisting the back of his shirt.

With his fingers still on me, he gives me a lazy smile, and I slowly release him from the death grip I have him in. He pulls his fingers away and brings them up to my face so I can see just how wet they are.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while.” He places a long finger in his mouth and sucks on it before sliding it out. “Open.” I obey, mesmerized, and he slides his wet middle finger into my mouth. “Be a good girl and clean it.” I close my mouth around it with a moan and bite down gently. He releases a low growl and pulls his finger out, replacing it with his mouth. “Bold,” he murmurs against my lips and smiles before pulling away.

Ilook up at him, completely spellbound, not just by what he’s done to me but by his beauty. I have time to study his face without feeling like an intruder now, seeing every detail, the lines around his lips as he smiles, the way his eyes gleam when he does. He’s absolutely breathtaking. And he just gave me my first real orgasm.

“See something you like?” He cocks his head to the side.

I nod. “Everything.” And that’s when I feel the thick length of him pressing against me. I look down and back up at him again. “You… you didn’t…” He was still dressed and hadn’t made a single attempt to take me.

As if reading my mind, he shakes his head. “Tonight wasn’t about me. It was all for you.” He plants a gentle kiss on my forehead and sits up, pulling me with him. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Fifteen minuteslater, there’s a knock on my door.