Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 41

Chapter 41 Over the next few weeks, I take Jane and Catherine’s advice and try to turn off my brain.

Dave and I started going out together as a couple. Nothing explicit is said. We don’t wear little badges,

but our interactions make it obvious. Jane and I were planning to finish the design of her gown, and I

started going out with them. While Dave had started his own business, Christie and her son occupied

our old apartment while I went to Dave’s apartment in the city.

When we’re out, Dave always touches me, but not in a way that makes me feel like he’s trying to mark

his territory or show off. He’s just super physical. If I’m near him, his hand is somewhere on my body.

Usually his palm is glued to the top of my ass, but sometimes he brushes my hair back or dangles his

fingers over my shoulder. He kisses my temples and cheeks. Not once do I feel like he’s holding me

back

The most important thing is that we’re happy-way happier than I’ve felt in a long time. Which is fucking

mind-boggling. If someone had told me two weeks ago that Dave Brown and I would not only be dating,

but happily dating? I would’ve laughed my ass off. “What do you have going on after Jane’s rehearsal

tonight?” Dave asks from the bed. He’s lying against the pillows, hair tousled, looking like the sex god NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

that he is. I refocus my eyes back to the mirror and away from him so I don’t accidentally stab myself

with the mascara wand

“Nothing. I’ll probably just grab dinner in one of the meal halls. Why? What are you up to?”

“I’ve got an errand to run.”

My stomach falls a little. Not see him tonight? I force myself not to show any disappointment Just

because we’re together doesn’t mean we need to be joined at the hip. “Want to meet for dinner after?”

he adds. My heart flips over. “Sure.” “Cool. Can you come to the office? There’s this restaurant nearby

that I think you’d like. It’s an Italian place, but it’s got all this fun old-time movie memorabilia.” His hand

wanders underneath the blankets, which are pulled down to his waist.

I poke myself in the eye. “Would you stop touching yourself?” I drop the mascara tube on the table and

pick up a tissue to wipe away the smear of black I just made at the inside corner of my eyelid because I

can’t keep my freaking eyes off Dave.

“What’s wrong, baby? You jealous? I was thinking of how hot you look.” He rolls to his side.” You make

a little circle with your mouth when you put your eye makeup on. It’s basically begging me to stick my

little dave in there.”

Little? Hell no.

Nope, there’s nothing warm and squishy about my relationship with this guy. I shoot him a disbelieving

glance. “We just got done having morning sex,” I remind him. I apply two quick swipes of the mascara

before Dave’s hand can do more damage under the bed sheets.

“That was thirty minutes ago. Since then, you’ve showered, waved your tits and bare ass in

front of me while getting dressed, and then made little blowjob circles with your mouth. So yeah, I’m

horny again. Sue me.”

I throw my coat on and lean a knee on the mattress to kiss him goodbye. “You’ll have to jerk off then

because I have a meeting with Jane, the flowers and her gown need more Chelsea time, and I don’t

want to be late.”

He curls up and kisses my neck first, then my lips. “I’m going to rub one off now so that I can last longer

tonight.”

He went to the bed and raised a brow.

Damn it. Now I’m horny.

Fine!

*****

Week later, on the beach. Dave rolled over until his body was half blanketing Chelsea. He

framed her face with his palms and looked down at her, looking into her eyes. “Have I told you that I

love you?” His wide shoulders blocked out the sky, and then his face was descending slowly toward

hers. She could see his long lashes and straight nose, the compelling hunger in his eyes. He always

managed to make her heart beat a little faster and her body just melted, right there in the sand, soft

and pliant and accepting. She took a breath and he kissed her long and leisurely, his hunger growing

as he fused their mouths together. She pressed her body closer, wishing they were skin to skin,

wanting the feel of his chest rubbing against her aching breasts. Her fingers settled in his thick, wavy

hair, and she gave herself up to the pleasure of his marauding mouth. It took moments-or hours–before

she realised he had somehow opened her blouse and exposed her breasts, and was now making his

way down her throat and over her sensitive skin. A jolt of electricity went from her breasts to her womb,

so that she felt the clutch and the emptiness and needed him to fill her.

“Undo my jeans,” he whispered and bent to feed at her breasts.

With his teeth and tongue wreaking havoc, her fingers fumbled at his zipper. It took forever for her

clumsy hands to free him from the opening. At once, she felt the hot brand of his heavy erection lying

along her thigh. Now she needed her clothes gone. All of them. She desperately wanted to feel him

against her skin.

Dave lifted his head from the soft pillow of her breasts, and let his gaze drift over her flushed, aroused

body. He slid his hands inside her shirt, feeling the heat of her soft skin, inhaling her scent. Elle. He just

wasn’t whole without her. His fingers slid around to her ribs so he could lift her slightly, forcing her

breasts to thrust upward toward his mouth. She looked beautiful, exotic, so sexy his blood heated,

sizzled, and rushed through his veins like a drug.

She moaned when his mouth closed over her breast and his teeth tugged at her nipple. Her body

writhed under his. She was so sensitive. So responsive to him. Her fingers slid up and down his shaft,

stroking and caressing, nearly driving him out of his mind. He could feel her heartbeat against his

mouth, along his palm, and knew she could feel his heartbeat through

his pulsing, eager shaft.

He bit her ear and then her neck, tiny little nips that took her breath and then he licked and kissed each

spot. “Chelsea … You are so beautiful.”

She could only give him a little whimper as he rose, dragging her with him, leaving the blanket behind.

Her breasts spilled out of her shirt and he pulled her around after three steps and kissed her, his hands

cupping the soft mounds, thumbs sliding back and forth in small caresses.

They never made it into the vacation house. They were too hot for each other. Even the breeze coming

off the ocean did nothing to cool the heat raging between them. They got as far as the deck and he

shoved the shirt from her shoulders so that it floated to the deck a little distance away. He caught her

around the waist and brought her up on her toes, kissing her again and again, welding their mouths

together, his tongue stroking and caressing, while his hands tugged down her jeans. Without taking his

mouth from hers, he ordered, “Take them off, kick them away.”

She couldn’t think with his mouth raging against her, devouring her, so hungry he was ravenous. Her

body throbbed with need, wet and hot and desperate for his. He never stopped kissing her, as she

struggled to kick away her jeans until her body was bare and she was pressed against his. His shirt

was long gone, but his jeans still covered his legs. It didn’t seem to matter and there was something a

little primitive and sexy about being totally naked when he was partially clothed.

Chelsea could hear the blood pounding in her ears, a roaring, a need that wouldn’t stop. She couldn’t

get close enough, her hands cupping him, stroking and caressing the thick hardness, so velvet soft and

hot. She groaned and felt the shudder run through him as if she’d ignited a fuse. He simply lifted her,

taking a step so that her back hit the wall and steadied her.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.”

His voice was hoarse-sexy, so needy she felt another rush of welcoming liquid. She hooked her ankles

together around him and clasped her hands at his nape, head back, hair cascading in a long fall. His

body was so hard. So perfect. The air on her nipples added to her arousal, the wind teasing her over

her body like fingers.

Dave was slightly shocked to hear a growl rumbling in his chest and throat. He felt like a mad animal,

consumed by lust and love, a need to be inside her so strong he brought his hands to her hips and,

using his strength, pushed her hips down hard, impaling her on his thick shaft. He felt her body sheath

his, drawing him in, so hot and tight and wet, gripping and squeezing and taking his breath.

As he drove upward, he felt the resistance of her body, her breath slamming out of her lungs, and the

thrill of pleasure in her mind that went from breasts to belly to her hot core so that her muscles clamped

around him hard. The pleasure burst through him, shook him, consumed him until nothing mattered but

driving deep into her, over and over, feeling the hot clasp of her body, the tight, burning sheath gripping

at nerve endings, determined to drag his release right out of him.

Her body tightened. She shuddered, her eyes going wide. A whimper slipped from her throat. As his

hands forced her down, she moved her hips in a tight circle, riding him, rising and

falling, matching the intensity of his frantic rhythm while her body coiled tighter and tighter around his.

Her body was scorching hot now, a fire that roared through his veins and pulled every part of him to the

center of his body. Mind and blood and strength. Building … building. He heard her moan, and his body

jerked in response. He knew she was close. That soft sound was a musical symphony to him, a song

he played in his mind, and he wished he could transfer to the keys on the piano and hold forever to

him.

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