The Billionaire's Beautiful Mistake (Bold Alaskan Men Book 1) (7 page)

Bending lower, he took her pert nipple in his mouth once again, biting then soothing the tip and enjoying the way she arched her back, pressing her soft flesh into his mouth more.  His hands slid down her slender body, touching her soft skin, amazed that anyone could be this perfect.  Her stomach wasn’t perfectly flat, but he loved the way it had a small, soft curve to it.  And lower, he could smell her arousal and his body demanded that he taste her, see all of her, and know what she felt like when she climaxed in his mouth. 

“No!” she gasped, when his fingers strayed lower, but he wasn’t having any resistance.  This woman was his now.  At least for the night, he told himself.  And he was damn sure going to enjoy all of her, especially the essence of her.  With firm hands, he took each of her ankles and pulled her legs apart, almost laughing when she tried to hide herself with her hands.  “It isn’t going to work, Violet.  I get all of you,” he told her. 

And then the doorbell rang. 

Creek looked at Violet, his eyes showing his fury.  Was another man…?

“Pizza!” she gasped, grabbing the quilt and covering herself with it. 

The damn pizza!  He grabbed his slacks and pulled them on.  He pulled two twenty dollar bills out of his wallet and stormed to the door. 

“Pizza delivery!” a teenager said with an eager smile. 

Creek grabbed the large cardboard box, slapped the money into the kid’s hands, and turned around. 

“Hey, the pizza is only fifteen dollars,” he called out just as Creek was about to close the door.

“Keep the change,” Creek said before the door slammed on the kid’s astonished expression.  Dumping the box onto the kitchen counter, he walked right back into the bedroom, pulling the condoms out of his wallet. 

“Where were we?” he asked as he pulled the blanket away from Violet. 

She smiled tentatively.  “I believe you were up here,” she said and started to pull his shoulders down to her. 

Creek laughed, a deep, sexy sound that sent shivers throughout her whole body.  “Nice try,” he told her with a chuckle, and kissed his way back down her body.  “Let’s see,” he said as if contemplating a painting.  “Yes.  I believe…” and his hands moved between her legs.  One finger slid inside of her and he closed his eyes as he felt her muscles tighten around his finger, the wet heat surrounding him.  “You’re gorgeous,” he groaned, as his mouth followed his hand.  He couldn’t wait another moment to taste her.  He nuzzled the dark curls trying to hide his goal from view, and a moment later, his tongue whipped out, lashing her wet folds even as his fingers moved inside of her. 

Violet couldn’t take that kind of heat and tried to pull back even as she screamed out his name.  But he didn’t relent, and her fingers flew to his hair, gripping the dark locks as he laved her body’s most secret place.  Within moments, she was splintering apart, feeling like her body was throbbing with the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced.  She thrashed around on the bed, trying to control the uncontrollable.  And when it was all over, she breathed, her eyes still closed, and her body almost numb from the experience. 

A ripping sound caused her eyes to open up and she watched in mute fascination as Creek rolled a condom down over his impressive length.  She licked her lips again, her mouth feeling painfully dry, but her body was ready for this, wanted this!  She wanted Creek so badly, her body was already aching even though she’d just experienced the most glorious sensations from him. 

The man stood over her, and she pulled her eyes away from that overly huge erection.  “Creek,” she started to say, but he stopped her by leaning down and covering her mouth with his, kissing her like she was dessert even though they hadn’t had dinner yet.  The pressure down lower caused her to gasp as she felt him pressing into her body.  Initially, she was going to tell him to stop, that there was too much of him and she didn’t want this any longer.  But then he moved inside of her and any possibility of speech was obliterated as his body filled her in a way that was so perfect, so wonderful that she just wanted the sensations to continue. 

“Open your eyes, Violet,” he commanded, with a voice that sounded like it was coming through gravel. 

Creek wanted her to know who was making love to her.  As he pressed deeper and deeper into her hot, wet sheath, he needed her to look at him and see his face.  He was determined to make this better than any other man who had ever been in her arms.  He wanted to somehow make all of her past lovers disappear.  There was only a small pressure and he hesitated, not sure what was going on.  Her eyes closed for a moment, her fingers tightening on his shoulders, but then she breathed in and out, and opened her eyes.  Those glittering, blue depths made his body shudder. 

As he moved inside of her, he watched her face soften, her eyes glisten with desire, and he knew that she was all here, right with him as they moved together.  He could feel her inner muscles tightening around him, her hips lifting to meet his and they were in perfect rhythm.  For long moments, he moved like that, shifting and sliding into her core, enjoying the way she moaned softly when he moved in a way that she liked.  But as he continued, the slow, easy pace wouldn’t work for him any longer.  He needed more.  He wanted her out of control.  He needed her to feel the insane need for him that he was currently feeling for her. 

He loved the way her breathing changed as he sped up, the way her body arched into his, trying to feel more, to reach that same peak.  If he didn’t know better, he would start to suspect that this woman was inexperienced, and wasn’t sure how to find her own climax.  But that was impossible.  He refused to believe that after handing that check over to her stepfather earlier. 

Moving and shifting, he started to count backwards from one hundred in an effort to continue until she found her own release.  But in the end, he couldn’t do it.  She felt too amazingly perfect.  She was shifting against him, small, desperate sounds coming from her throat, making him lose even more control.  She was so close, he could feel her body shivering, her thighs straining harder.  So when he knew his body was going to explode, he reached down and helped her, his thumb finding that spot and, in only moments, she screamed as her body throbbed around his own.  That was all it took for him to completely lose control and find his own orgasm, holding her close and trying to continue as long as possible in order to draw out her pleasure. 

After the tornado was over, he collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged and his body pulsing with a pleasure so intense, he couldn’t even open his eyes. 

When he rolled over, he pulled her with him, not willing to release the intimacy just yet.  He smiled when he felt her curl up against his side, her soft body pressing against him in all the right places.  He had to chuckle at that, wondering if there were any wrong places for her to press her breasts against him?  He doubted it. 

And then the reality of this night hit him between the eyes.  He’d just had sex with a prostitute!  Of all the desperate, pathetic actions, he couldn’t believe that he’d wanted a woman so badly that he’d literally paid for her services.  Clenching his teeth, he pulled away from her warmth and stood up, walking to the bathroom. 

As he stared at himself in the mirror, he was surprised to find blood on him.  Was she on her period?  Then something hit him.  There was that moment when he first…it was only a small moment, and she hadn’t looked like she’d been in pain.  But had she been…?  Was this…?

He washed up and came back out, looking down at the woman curled up with the blanket over her naked body, and something changed inside of him.  “Violet, were you…” the idea was so ridiculous.  The check, her stepfather’s claim, the date-night experience that she specialized in…. 

She rolled over, keeping the quilt tucked under her arms in a way that not even her dainty toes showed.  “What?” she asked, smiling up at him. 

Creek couldn’t resist that smile.  He walked over to the bed and peeled back the quilt one more time.  “You’re beautiful,” he told her, as he kissed the soft skin behind her ear. 

Violet laughed, feeling like her world had changed to a lovely shade of pink.   “You probably just have bad eyesight.”

He ignored that comment as he lifted her up so that she was straddling him.  “Is that the problem?”  Creek stuffed a pillow behind his head for a better view. 

Violet looked down at the man who had just done the most delicious things to her body.  She’d waited so long for this?  Goodness, if she’d known that sex would be so wonderful, amazing…she would have done it a long time ago! 

But no, she looked down at Creek, thinking that she was glad that she’d held out for so long.  It was different with this man.  She’d never felt any desire to make love until he’d come into her life. 

No declarations of love, she reminded herself, even though her heart was filled to almost bursting with the need to tell him how she felt.  He made her feel special, like a princess.  And the way he was looking at her now, her body was already heating up, wanting him to repeat all of the things he’d just done to her. 

Pushing that thought away, she tried to resist the urge to pull the blanket back over her nakedness.  Violet was trying to pretend that this was okay, that she was perfectly comfortable with him staring at her breasts this way, even though she was cringing and wondering what he must be thinking about. 

“Yes.  And you’re cruel too, starving a woman after an event like that.”

He laughed but slid his hands up along her sides.  “Oh, you have no idea how cruel I can be,” he replied back, lifting his head and pulling her forward so that he could take a pert nipple in his mouth. 

Violet moaned as the heat hit her once again.  “I don’t think I can do that all over again,” she told him, even as her body shifted so that he could treat her other breast with equal care. 

But he ignored her declaration, and moved his mouth to her other breast.  No longer was she feeling self-conscious.  Instead, she was naked, and her last thought was that she was glad they didn’t have to waste time getting rid of clothes for this round. 

Violet looked around, feeling cold, but not exactly sure why.  And exhausted!  Oh my, not to mention a tenderness she’d never experienced before.  Her bedroom was cold and dark, and she missed Creek’s warmth behind her.  All night, he’d held her in his arms, made love to her two more times and made her scream out with the need for him to give her that climax. 

She stretched, trying to look around the bedroom, wondering if he’d just stepped into the bathroom.  Something was missing, but it took her several minutes to understand that he wasn’t in the bathroom.  Or the kitchen.  The silence in her apartment was absolute.  He was gone?  She didn’t have any clothes on, and the heater wasn’t strong enough to penetrate the early morning temperatures. 

Sitting up, she looked around and listened, hoping that he might just be in the shower or, even better, in the kitchen making something warm and wonderful for breakfast.  Her fiasco last night had proven that all of her cooking capabilities disappeared whenever she was around Creek.  Unfortunately, after pulling on her fluffy robe and slipping her freezing toes into warm slippers, she discovered that the only thing waiting for her in the kitchen were the disgusting remnants of her burnt or uncooked dinner from the previous night.  Oh, and the empty pizza box.  They’d certainly demolished that around midnight, she thought with fond memories. 

Walking around, her eyes searched for some indication that he had been there.  Even a note with his strong handwriting telling her that he’d just stepped out to get some hot coffee.  But nothing.  He wasn’t around, nor had he left her any note, no indication that he’d truly been with her last night. 

Violet gripped the edges of her warm robe closer, trying to close out the chill of the early morning air.  But the chill was deeper.  Inside of her. 

Creek had made love to her all night long, and then left her when he was finished. 

She tried very hard not to think the worst, but she was feeling lonely and vulnerable.  It had been her first experience with sex and had been the most magical night of her life.  But it obviously hadn’t had the same impact on Creek as it had on her.  Otherwise, he wouldn’t have left her so abruptly. 

She glanced at her cell phone…nothing.  Not even a text.

Violet walked back into her bedroom, staring at the bed again.  Most of the pillows were on the floor, the sheets were a tumbled mess and even the blanket had been almost pushed off of the mattress.  She hadn’t needed a blanket last night to keep her warm.  Creek’s arms and the way he’d made her feel had been more than adequate.  He must have pulled the blankets over her before he’d left.  That was something, wasn’t it? 

But she was cold now.  Bitterly cold, and a small ache was starting to form in the pit of her stomach.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she told herself, as she tried to shake off the morning after funk.  “You’re a grown woman, you can handle this!  You can pull yourself up and just get on with your day!”

Taking a deep breath, she walked into her shower, determined to get back on schedule.  And she was going to call him!  There was no way she was just going to sit around and wait for the man to contact her. 

Last night had been special to her.  If he didn’t feel the same way, well then, he could just tell her that and not slink off like some…lizard!