What Matters Most: The Billionaire Bargains, Book 2 by Erin Nicholas

could only take so much at once. This was about showing her that chemistry was a very good starting point for more. Sure, sometimes it didn’t go past chemistry, but he wasn’t worried about that with Reese. He couldn’t have said for sure exactly why that was, but it was an instinctual feeling, and he never—okay, rarely—questioned his instincts.
    He moved both hands higher on her thighs on each side of the hot, wet center he was craving. He brushed his thumbs over the outer folds and Reese squirmed and groaned.
    “ Tony .”
    Oh yeah, he really liked the sound of his name on her lips. He slid his thumbs up and down, just outside of all the delicious pinkness. “Did I do this last night?”
    Why was he bringing last night up again? Jesus, he was a dumbass. Reminding her that he didn’t remember their first night together was idiotic. He glanced up her body. “Reese?” he asked anyway. He had no idea what he thought he was doing, but he wanted to know if he’d seen and tasted her like this. How could he not remember doing this? Good Lord. This was the prettiest sight he’d seen in some time.
    Her head rolled on the mattress. “No.”
    His eyes went back to where he wanted to lose himself for the next few days.
    “Seriously? What the hell is wrong with me?”
    “Everything was really fast last night. You didn’t…take your time like this,” she said. She threw her forearm over her eyes. “But I like it fast.”
    Ah. He was getting the picture. He moved his thumbs toward the middle and ran them up and down the slick folds.
    She moaned and her hand gripped the duvet harder. “ Tony .” It sounded like her teeth were gritted.
    “Did you rush me last night, Reese?” he asked.
    She blew out a breath. “No. I mean, I didn’t…mean to. I just…we were both caught up. You rushed too.”
    He could imagine. And if his brain and good intentions had been dulled by alcohol, he was pretty sure it wouldn’t have taken much for her to get him going hard and fast.
    He always went hard and fast. Those were two of his favorite words, and not just when sex was involved. He could sit and play poker for hours but only if things were moving and people were coming and going. He didn’t have the patience for things that took a lot of time, including business meetings, conversations or seductions.
    Usually.
    He was actually enjoying himself quite a lot at the moment. He hadn’t necessarily meant to drag this out when he’d gone to his knees, but just looking at her, appreciating her and being in the moment, had slowed him down considerably.
    Huh.
    Maybe Reese would be good for him. She could make him slow down and smell the roses.
    Or things that smelled—and tasted—a hell of a lot better than roses.
    He leaned in and put his nose close. “Damn,” he muttered. He was addicted.
    “Tony, for God sake, do something,” she pleaded.
    Okay, the begging was nice too.
    “What was last night like?” he asked, dragging one thumb along her cleft to her clit.
    “It was…fast.”
    “You said that. I want more.”
    “We…got really handsy in the club when we were dancing,” she said. She definitely sounded distracted though.
    He moved his thumb again and circled her clit. “Go on.”
    “I told you about your fingers in my panties.”
    “Yes, you did.” And he needed a reminder of how sweet she tasted. He dipped his thumb into her, just a little, and then lifted his thumb to his mouth. “Yum.”
    She jerked her arm off her face and she stared at him. He took his time sucking his thumb.
    “Oh my God.” Her head fell back and she put her arm back over her eyes.
    He chuckled. “Then what?”
    “We were…talking dirty.”
    “Oh, good.” He stroked his thumb in deeper this time and groaned himself at the hot tightness. “What did I say?”
    He could only imagine. If she was moving against him on the dance floor, letting him run his hands under her dress, he’d probably gotten pretty graphic.
    “You told me that