Page 31 of Billionaire Bad Boy Auction

PORTIA

The kiss shocked me into stillness. I couldn’t believe it was happening—this intense, burning attraction I felt for Dean had been slowly building over the past week, and now he was leaning in and pressing his lips against mine. It was everything I had ever imagined and so much more. There was a rough edge to the way he attacked my mouth that made me shiver with anticipation.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as much as I dared in our secluded spot by the lake. I could feel his hands gripping my waist tightly, pulling me closer to him. For a moment, I lost myself in him, letting go of all my fears and insecurities. Dean had a way of making me forget everything, including my own name.

It was like the world had flipped upside down. His hands were in my hair, gently pulling my head back. Our makeshift seats became an issue. One he was happy to solve. With the weight of his body pushing against mine, he cradled me in his arms and gently lowered me to the ground. I didn’t care that I was lying on sticks, grass, and rocks. There might even be a marshmallow bag under me.

I didn’t care. All that mattered was the taste of him. The whiskey and beer mingled on my tongue as his pushed into my mouth. He pulled away, his mouth moving to my jaw, nipping and kissing before he moved down to my neck.

The stars above us blurred. I closed my eyes, my skin on fire with need. I’d never been kissed like this before—like I was the only thing that mattered, like he was trying to memorize the taste of me.

His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh on my neck. I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. Dean pulled back slightly, lifting his head to look into my eyes. The glow from the fire illuminated his face, highlighting his square jaw. Heat pooled low in my belly. I felt a desperate ache between my legs. He planted soft, gentle kisses along my jawline before trailing them down to my neck once more.

“Portia,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “You make me crazy.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

My heart hammered against my ribs as his lips moved down to my collarbone. He nipped gently, sending shivers down my spine. I groaned, arching into him as he continued assaulting my senses. I slipped one hand under his shirt, running my hand over the hard muscles of his back. He groaned at my touch, pressing his hips harder against me. His hand pushed up my hoodie, moving up to cup my breast through my bra.

“Dean,” I moaned, pushing my breast against his hand.

I was on fire. I needed more. My body craved his. I didn’t want him to be gentle. I wanted him to take me for a ride on the wild side. I had always been drawn to Dean’s gruff, bad-boy exterior, but little did I know that he was hiding a passionate side beneath it.

His hand massaged my breast, pinching my nipple and then squeezing again. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine once again. This time, it wasn’t gentle; it was raw and demanding. A shiver ran down my spine as he gently bit down on my lower lip

His hand slid up my stomach, pushing my hoodie up until he was pulling it over my head. The warmth from the fire brushed over my skin. His mouth immediately went to my breast, sucking on my nipple hard as he pulled it into his mouth. I moaned loudly, arching my back to push my breast further into his mouth. The roughness of his tongue and teeth sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.

With one hand still on my breast, Dean reached down to slide his hand under the waistband of my leggings. He moved so fast that I could barely keep up with him. He was a man on a mission.

“Fuck,” he growled, burying his head in the crook of my neck as he fought for breath.

I felt him rubbing against me, his erection hard against his jeans. He sucked the flesh at the base of my neck and shoulder into his mouth. I knew immediately it was going to leave a mark, and I didn’t care. I groaned, digging my nails into his shoulders as I rocked my hips forward, trying to get closer to him.

“Dean,” I whispered. “Please.”

I reached down and grabbed his shirt. I jerked and tugged with no grace at all. My hands were shaking. I managed to get it halfway up his body before he reached behind him and pulled it off in one move. I gasped at the sight of all the hard muscles and beautiful skin. There were a few tattoos, but I couldn’t see the details in the soft light from the fire.

He lifted his head to look at me, our eyes locking once again in the firelight. I could see the desire in his eyes. He looked predatory. His mouth moved toward my breasts, which he hungrily claimed with his lips. As he pulled at my bra straps, I could feel the fire between us growing stronger. The roughness of his skin against mine sent shivers of hot desire over my body.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to him as he slipped a hand over my stomach and into my underwear. His finger teased at my clit as he kissed his way up to my ear, growling softly against it. My body shuddered uncontrollably at his touch, every nerve ending alive with longing. His teeth nipped at the tender flesh of my earlobes, causing a rush of pleasure to flood through me.

“Dean,” I breathed.

He answered with a growl next to my ear. His hand slipped out of my pants and back up my body.

“If the papers caught wind of this, they’d sell more copies than they ever had in town history.”

He surprised me by laughing, a low, rumbling sound that had goosebumps covering my body from ears to toes. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and intense. “Then it’ll be our little secret,” he said, his voice rough.

I laughed, but it was quickly swallowed by him. His hands slid down my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I felt like I was going to explode. Dean was in control, taking his time in a way that was maddening in the most delicious way. I lost myself in the kiss, in the way his body moved against mine, in the way he made me feel like I was the only person in the world.

But then, just as things were escalating, just as I thought we might cross that line, he stopped. His hands stilled, and he pulled back, his breathing ragged. For a moment, he just looked at me, his expression blank. Gone was the passion and fire.

“Dean?” I whispered.

He shook his head, sitting back on his heels. “I don’t do this,” he said, his voice low. “Hook up. Catch feelings. Date. Whatever this is.”

I blinked, trying to sort through my muddled thoughts. My brain was mush thanks to him. “You seemed to be doing just fine.”