The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 83

No! I want the passion and the hunger, the fast clothes ripping and heated motion of seconds ago. I want him to lose control in the way I am.

I groan and pull him down on top of me, trying to make that clear. Forcing the inner voices away in a surge of stubborn passion. The intensity of this burning longing overpowers me as he goes for my throat, kissing and trailing his warm breath across my skin, goosebumps forming while I writhe and squirm under him in desperation. He pulls what’s left of my skirt free and casually tosses it aside. Confident in what he’s doing, a sign of his “sexpertease” and experience. His hands are at the lace of my panties, and I mentally thank Donna for her love of buying me sexy black lingerie.

Or not!

Now that he’s literally just ripped it off, the thin lace disintegrating under strong fingers. I squeak in surprise as he smiles again, this time against my throat, his teeth against me and the movement of his face, his stubble gently scraping my delicate skin. It makes me arch under him as I moan out.

I love how that feels, how he feels. He’s teasing me, he knows how to drag this out, so I’m literally begging for more and it’s all so new to me. If only he knew how big a deal this was. Sex is easy for him, and he has no idea how broken I really am inside. How, even getting this far is a massive leap for me and I’m really letting go, for him.

He lifts his body to one side and shrugs out of his shirt over me, I can’t help but lock eyes with him, caught in his steady gaze. No hesitation. His pupils dilated, a look of sheer lust and he’s still as seductive as the first time I ever laid eyes on him. No niggling doubts anymore; I don’t care if he fires me after this. I want this more than I want my job.

I yank at the button of his trousers at his waist, impatient to feel him inside of me, to quell this craving, but he stills my hand. He moves down my body trailing kisses across my naked stomach and lower down to my …

Oh fuck!

I writhe back into an arch as his mouth connects with my core and I cry out. I grasp at the floor. I hadn’t expected that at all. He probes with his tongue, and I moan loudly, unraveling … I’ve never felt anything like this in my life and I’m so close to the edge of a precipice, it’s terrifying. No one’s ever kissed me down there. It’s warm and engulfing; sensations so purely divine that I literally roll my eyes back in my head and lose control of my limbs. I writhe beneath his attention, hot waves building inside of me and I’m trying to hold still, squirming and moving and aching. I try grabbing his shoulder, to haul him up. Scared that it will overpower me. I want more than his mouth, but he pins my hands down at my sides, holding me in place.

He continues his erotic assault and I can’t take it … I can’t let go, I can’t release like this, this sensation … I’ve never orgasmed before, but I know that’s what this building inside of me is, and the growing tension is terrifying. Like a tidal wave from my toes. I have heard enough about what orgasms are to figure this is happening.

No. No, no … Yes … No.

“Let go, Emma,” he coaxes me, but I can’t, I’m trying … I’m trying, but my head’s spiraling with confusion.

What happens if I let it happen? What happens if I let him push me over the edge?

I don’t want to fall, I don’t want to reach that pinnacle and drop down, free falling. I like control … I need control … I don’t want this to end, because I’m scared of what happens next. It’s too much. It’s terrifying. I don’t know what’s on the other side.

He shifts over me, bringing my hands above my head in a swift change, pinning them down. His eyes heavy with longing, his mouth parted and breathing hard. I want him so badly it physically hurts.

“Fine … Have it your way.” He raises his eyebrows sardonically.

Was that a threat?

He’s at my mouth again kissing me hard and I can taste myself on him. I know it should repulse me, but it doesn’t, because it’s “his” mouth and what it just did to me was mind blowing. He’s on me once more and feeding a fire inside, taking my mind and pushing all sense away. He pushes down the remains of his clothes with one hand, while the other cups my face to keep my eyes on his.

Oh god … He’s naked …

He presses against me and his manhood is …