Page 63 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

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DORIE

My heart was racing as Kaisen drove us back to my place. The kiss in the closet had ignited something in me, a fire I wasn’t sure I could control. Part of me wanted to tell him to turn around, to take me back to the party and pretend none of this had happened. But a larger part of me, the part that had been suppressing my desires for far too long, wanted to see where this would lead.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Kaisen glanced at me, his eyes dark with desire. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine. I nodded, unable to form a coherent response. We rode the rest of the way in silence, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife.

When we arrived at my condo, I fumbled with my keys, my hands shaking slightly as I tried to unlock the door. Kaisen stood behind me, his presence overwhelming. I could feel the heat radiating off his body. It took every ounce of self-control not to turn around and kiss him right there in the hallway.

Finally, I managed to get the door open. I could barely think straight. We barely made it through the door before his lips were on mine, his hands tangling in my hair. He pressed me against the door that he closed.

The kiss was desperate, hungry, and I couldn’t get enough. I groaned into the kiss, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he pulled me flush against him. I could feel every hard inch of him, pressing insistently against my stomach.

“Bedroom,” I growled against his lips, my voice rough with need. “Now.”

“Fuck, Dorie,” he panted.

As soon as we entered my bedroom, Kaisen’s hands were on me, tugging impatiently at my clothing. I let him strip me bare, my skin tingling everywhere he touched. His eyes darkened with lust as he drank in the sight of my naked body.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he murmured, his hands skimming over my curves reverently. “I want to worship every inch of you.”

He pushed me onto the bed, covering my body with his own. I arched up against him, craving more of his touch. He kissed a blazing trail down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin until I was writhing beneath him.

“Kaisen,” I gasped, my hands fists in his hair. “Please don’t stop.”

“I’ve got you, baby,” he promised, his voice a low growl. “I’m going to make you feel good.”

He kissed his way down my body, pausing to lavish attention on my breasts. He sucked one pert nipple into his mouth, rolling the other between his fingers until I was moaning helplessly. My head thrashed on the pillow as pleasure crashed over me in waves.

When he finally moved lower, settling between my thighs, I thought I might die from anticipation alone.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he growled. His breath brushed over my skin. He kissed my belly and then nibbled. “Wanted you.”

“Don’t stop,” I moaned.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Damn, I knew you would be exquisite, but I never imagined how much. I have to taste you.”

I sucked in a breath. There was no way. I had only allowed one man to do that.

But Kaisen wasn’t stopping to ask for permission. His fingers hooked under the thin lace of my thong. He jerked it down, baring me to his gaze. My breath caught. I watched as he leaned back, pulling my panties down my legs before he tossed them over his shoulder.

“Damn, woman,” he whispered.

He stared at me. I was completely naked under his gaze. Normally, I would be shy or a little nervous at being so exposed. But the way he was looking at me was intense. He was staring at me like a man that hadn’t eaten in a month and I was the only thing on the menu.

He kissed each knee and then a trail up the inside of my thigh. He parted my legs wide as he settled between them. I sucked in a shuddering breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel his breath on my core, hot and teasing. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction.

“More,” I pleaded, my voice strained.

He chuckled darkly, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my sensitive flesh. “Patience, baby. I want to savor you.”

With that, he leaned in and ran his tongue along my slit, lapping up my arousal like a man dying of thirst. I cried out at the sensation, my hands fisting in the sheets. He groaned against me, the sound muffled but deeply felt.

He explored me, teasing me mercilessly. He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. My back arched off the bed as I moaned incoherently.