Crude Heir (Billionaire Heirs #3)

Chapter 13

Derrick

I’m the biggest fucking bastard.

Nicole was coming out of some kind of panic attack and all I could think was how good she felt in my arms. Her voice was tiny and terrified after whatever terror she had to face, yet my damn cock got so hard it was painful.

When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I put her in bed, my bed, on my pillow, then turned around and left. It was all I could do not to climb in there beside her. What’s worse, she probably would have welcomed the comfort.

I adjust, blowing out a breath as I finally get some needed relief. Reaching back, I flip the switch off so the lights won’t wake her once the power comes back. Then I walk across the room, careful to keep silent so I don’t disturb her. Moving back and forth, I pace the living area like a caged animal. This room doesn’t normally seem so small.

I set my computer bag on the floor and stretch out on the couch, putting a throw pillow under my head.

My damn mind’s been with Nicole since she turned on the shower. How the hell was I supposed to concentrate knowing she was naked in the other room? Soapy hands moving over all the luscious body parts that have claimed my attention for far too long.

Then the water stopped. I knew she was out on the bathmat, naked. She’d be running a towel over her body. Getting ready to get dressed. That should have helped, but it didn’t. Not when the clothes she’s about to use to cover those heavenly curves are mine.

I turn to check the hallway. This is the farthest I can get from the bedroom, and it still seems too close. If she was to stick her head out, she’d see the damn tent erected in my jeans. With an internal groan, I push my head back against the pillow. I’m the one who’s supposed to make her feel safe.

That sobering thought stops me in my tracks. When she panics, she’s frozen in place, barely making a sound. What if she wakes up in the middle of the night and doesn’t know where she is? I should move closer.

I jerk up from the couch and take in the three-piece living room set. Moving this would only cause questions, and likely make some noise. My focus goes to the overstuffed chair. That’ll do. I flip the chair around and set it down by the window before settling into it stretching my feet out to the wide, brick windowsill.

I let my head fall back to the headrest and close my eyes, trying to block her out. My mind goes to the work I’m supposed to be doing for Kelly Oil. Software integration. Cables. Troubleshooting problems at the office.

A distant roll of thunder has me checking over my shoulder, straining to hear if she’s in distress. Nothing. After a few seconds, I turn back to the window, staring out at the driving rain.

She mentioned her fear is triggered when she’s in a small space and total darkness. What could have happened to cause such a visceral reaction? That’s not plain fear of the dark; it’s closer to terror. How does she cope when nobody else is around? I imagine her place has a window in the bathroom so she can at least see the sky, if not the stars.

With the torrential downpour flooding the city, I should have expected the power to go out. The northern part of the city has been without electricity since this morning. But I hadn’t truly considered how it would affect her. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now she’s stuck here until tomorrow, if not longer.

Even though I started out by dragging her out from behind the desk, she was a trouper. Walking down flight after flight of stairs to the parking area is no small task. Especially for a woman as petite as her.

Maybe I jumped to the wrong conclusions about Nicole Fuentes. This thing with Mom has me annoyed and frustrated with no outlet. I haven’t wanted to be around anyone lately. I run a hand through my hair, coming back along my neck and I remember. It’s her scent I still have on me from earlier.

Fuck.

That’s what really has me all wound up. It’s one more reason I can’t get her out of my damn head. I should embrace the situation and give myself some relief. That way, I’m not walking around with every muscle straining for release.

I close my eyes and concentrate on my surroundings. Nothing’s coming in past the sound of the rain. Is she asleep? It’s been a while since she went to bed. I remain quiet for a few minutes, hearing nothing other than my own breathing.

Decision made, I push my clothes down far enough to release my cock. Even though it’s starting to get stuffy with the power out, the air still feels cool against my heated skin. I pull the shirt up then sit back, one arm stretched out on the chair, and close my eyes.

Taking myself in hand, I let the image of her fill my mind. The way she was last night, sensual and uninhibited.

Her blouse is over her head, her shorts are going down, baring her thighs. She’s naked, pulling back the sheets to get in bed. Hands at her breasts and lips parted, she gasps.

Wait…

***

Nicole

Turning back, I focus on the single chair turned away from the rest of the living room set. He’s sitting low in the chair, one arm stretched out. Is he awake, watching the storm? I pad over to stand beside the armrest and see if he wants to take the bed. But I stop short when I catch sight of him.

His shirt is pulled up to his belly, showing off a well-defined six-pack, visible even in shadows. If that’s not enough, his jeans are open, pushed down to reveal what looks to be a very impressive cock. The wide head bobs against his thumb while his fingers slide along the length of the thick root at a leisurely pace.

I must have made a sound because he turns. His dark eyes coming straight to me, pinning me in place. I open my mouth to say something, my gaze going to his cock. Moisture rushes to my core, my body wanting more of what’s in front of me. The whole situation probably short-circuited my brain because, for the life of me, I can’t put two words together.

His hand comes up from the armrest, catching my attention. He turns it palm up, offering it to me. Derrick…I catch my lower lip with my teeth. My gaze meets his. Gone is the reserved man I’ve been sitting with the past few hours. There’s so much there I’ve never seen before. The heat. The hunger. The need.

l lift my hand, placing my fingers in his palm. He releases a breath, pulling me down to him, crushing our mouths together. Possession. Power. Strength. It’s that intoxicating mix that has me parting my lips, letting him take what he wants while reveling in my own body’s reaction.

My nipples are incredibly tight, pushing against the thick cotton of the borrowed T-shirt. I place a hand on his chest, trying to keep from landing on him. Every muscle on the solid plane tempts me to reach out and discover how they feel.

His hand runs down the side of my body, sending a flash of heat coiling into my belly. The shirt moves; his fingers are against my bare thigh, riding up. He captures my lip between his teeth, as if he’s the one biting down the way I do.

Releasing my lip, he cups my face, keeping me close enough that our breaths mingle. “Jesus, woman. You’re a walking temptation.”

My eyes widen. “I am?”

His smile turns wolfish as he brushes the underside of my breast. “You are.”

I’m suddenly conscious of every aspect of my body. Breasts, thighs, ass, legs… What exactly did I do to tempt the man who seems indifferent to every woman around him? I wasn’t even trying. If anything, I was trying my best to do the opposite.

“Come.” He leads me around the front of the seat, keeping the T-shirt riding high. His fingers move between my thighs, adding a gasp to the wetness running along my pussy.

He teases my slit as the material bunches up at his wrist. A whimper escapes me as I suck in a breath, needing more of his touch.

“Turn around,” he instructs, his voice gravelly.

I’m confused, but I obey, not voicing the question going through my head.

“Pull the shirt up to your hips.” He runs his fingers along the curve of my ass. His thumbs coming to hook under the material, lifting it to where cool air comes in underneath.

My imagination fills with the image of his face. In it, he’s fascinated as he looks at me. But a quick glance over my shoulder offers very little in the darkness.

“You have the most beautiful ass.” He squeezes me, his thumbs gliding beneath the fullest part of my butt.

Is he feeling that same curiosity I had, to set my hand on his chest?

He exhales, the warm breath blowing over me. My eyes widen. I didn’t realize he was that close. Then I have the unexpected brush of whiskers against my skin. My inner muscles clench. His lips touch me and the unmistakable feel of his tongue makes my breath shudder. He licks, his tongue a hard point as he comes up the fullest part of my cheek.

“Oh lord.” I tighten my grip on the T-shirt, pulling it up in the process. Meanwhile, my other hand braces on the brick wall.

“Good girl.” He runs his tongue along the seam where the curve of my butt meets my leg, going all the way out to my hip. His teeth catch my flesh, and he bites me ever so lightly.

He continues, his hands covering my curves as he explores. It’s an unexpected discovery, something I didn’t know I’d like. I shift my hips, giving him more.

His fingers slip between my legs, going past my entrance, then curling into my skin as he backs out.

The scream that wants to escape turns into a moan, my hips shifting on their own now. Then the unmistakable sound of sucking fills the room. My heart pounds against my chest as I imagine his mouth closed around his knuckles.

“So good,” his voice rumbles from behind me. Then he’s back, his fingers sending a jolt of awareness through me as he moves along my slit. “So wet.” He’s rubbing circles on the swollen folds, touching yet not touching me at the same time.

“Derrick,” I plead, needing more than the teasing he’s offering.

He chuckles. But before I can protest, I hear the sound of clothes rustling. Thank goodness. “You know what would make this better?”

“What?” I ask, with no idea what in the world could ever feel better than this.

“Having you lean forward.” The suggestion in his voice is enough to have me doing whatever he wants. “Now spread your legs for me.”

I do, my pussy ready and eager to take him. My own moisture coating my thighs. Then a sliver of concern crosses my mind. I saw his size. All things considered…

His hands take my hips.

My back arches and I try not to have my muscles clench.

“I spent the whole afternoon wishing I’d gotten to suck on your sensitive little clit.” Then his beard brushes the inside of my thighs right before his tongue darts out to run between my inner lips.

I scream. Not what I expected, but the sensation is so powerful I jerk forward, nearly going face-first into the windowpane. He continues the exploration. Tongue firm, tongue flat, taking all of me he can get.

“Give me more,” he says from between my legs.

“More?” At this point, I can hardly keep a thought in my head. I have no idea what that means, what he wants.

“More, god dammit,” he demands. “Now.”

I lower my back, shifting my hips, barely hanging on to the bricks along the edge of the window.

“Mmm.” The sound of satisfaction against my skin sends a light shudder through me. “Not yet, baby.” Then he spreads my folds and proceeds to teach me the meaning of a good tongue-lashing.

I’m moaning. I’m begging. The sounds echoing back at me from the glass are all but incoherent as his tongue moves fervently. My fingers are digging into the rough brick. The one thing I can make out is his name. In the next instant, the world’s breaking up around me.

“That’s right.” He licks, sending another jolt through my body. “Precious girl.”

“Ahh.” My chest fills with warmth.

Another lick, another jolt. “All mine.” My inner muscles are spasming. “But we’re not done.”

“Lord.” He shifts, his hands on my hips, pulling me up on my tiptoes. The warning’s on the tip of my tongue. But I don’t get a single word out before he thrusts into me and I cry out again.