Romance: What The Billionaire Wants (4 page)

Chapter 8

Gemma and I are sitting in her living room eating ice cream and watching movies when she looks at me and mutes the TV.

“You like him, don’t you?”

I sigh and cover my face with my hands. “I don’t even know him.”

“You’ve had two one-night stands with him and you’ve had that melancholy expression on your face for nearly a week.”

“And what?” I fall back on the cushion and look at her. “Yes I like him, but I don’t know anything about him other than the fact that he’s amazing in the sack. I’ll probably never see him again anyway, so what does it matter?”

“Wow,” Gemma gazes at me. “You
really
do like him.”

“Oh shut up.” I throw a pillow at her and we both laugh when she dodges it easily. “Trust me, I’ve learned my lesson. One-night stands are not for me but I’m not sure relationships are either. If I’m melancholy, it’s because I’ve finally realized that I love sex but I’m not ready for another relationship. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready.”

A strangled sound is my only warning before Gemma launches herself at me. She’s hugging me so tight I can hardly breathe and I feel the wetness of tears on my shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” she whimpers. “It’s my fault.”

“Stop it, it’s not your fault.” I wrap my arms around her and hug just as tightly, my own tears running down my cheeks now. “You’re not responsible for my baggage.”

“But I pushed you into having a one-night stand and following the rules and he might be the love of your life.”

“We’ve had sex twice and he won’t even tell me his name.”

“So?” She pulls back at looks at me. “The prince didn’t know Cinderella’s name either.”

“I don’t remember them having hot nasty sex at the ball.”

“Really?” she says. “Want to borrow my kindle? I have three versions, one where she’s blindfolded and…”

“Stop! Oh my gosh.” I’m laughing again and I refill both our glasses. “Besides, that’s a crap analogy. The stupid prince was willing to marry anyone who fit the glass slipper left behind by the woman he loved. He was willing to marry her bitchy stepsister when she managed to squeeze her foot into his perfect foot size ideal. That is my whole problem with men in a nutshell. They’re all just looking for a convenient way to get sex, and who cares if anyone gets hurt along the way.” I climb to my feet and stare hard at Gemma. “And I’m not playing anymore.”

Gemma claps furiously then pulls me back to the couch and refills my glass. “That’s all well and good,” she says. “But what if he comes back next week?”

I take a long gulp of my wine then blow a long rude strawberry, my tongue between my lips. “That is exactly what I’ll say.”

Chapter 9

A few days later, the bar is quiet, the band packing up after a set that wasn’t too bad, but wasn’t great.

I make a mental note to scratch their name unless we have a hole in the schedule.

I’m serving the last few customers and clearing tables when I hear the door open.

Though I feel a tiny jolt of excitement, I don’t look up.

I want it to be him… but I don’t want it to be him.

I’ve been walking on eggshells and jumping at shadows for days.

I’ll be damned if I spend one more second waiting for my stranger to appear again.

A shadow falls over me as I’m bending down, handing out drinks to a table of five. 

When I straighten, I have just enough time to stifle the yelp of surprise and to my ire, joy at seeing the tall, darkly dressed man.

I manage a smile and open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out; my words are clogged in my throat.

What is he doing here?

As if I don’t know, a tiny voice sneers and I straighten my shoulders and look up into his face.

He’s smiling, the smile he used to wear every time he saw me, before we started sleeping together.

I didn’t realize how much I missed it till this moment and as I smile back up at him, my resolve melts.

He hands me a card, turns and walks out.

As I make my way back to the bar, I read the familiar hotel details:

Four Seasons: Room 281

A tremor of excitement shivers down my spine and settles, hot and mischievous, in my lower belly.

But then I turn the card – and freeze.

My name is Ted.

Chapter 10

This is a bad idea.

This is a bad, bad, bad idea.

The mantra plays in my head as I ride the elevator up to his room.

I know what a bad idea this is, but somehow my body is working on autopilot and my mind is bound and gagged, forced to watch as I nurture my base physical needs.

When I reach his room, he opens the door before I knock and smiles, waving me in.

I open my mouth to speak but he puts a finger to my lips and smiles wider, shaking his head. I try to speak again but he covers my mouth.

What the hell is he doing?

But before I can demand an answer he pulls me closer, cups my face and kisses me.

The urgency of our earlier meetings is gone but in its place is a new kind of intimacy.

He kisses me like he knows every inch of my mouth, knows how to make me tremble with desire, knows how to tease.

He lifts me off my feet, one arm around my shoulders, one under my knees.

I can’t believe how easily he picks me up, like I weigh nothing at all.

He carries me into his bedroom, his mouth never leaving mine and I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

I give in.

No man makes me feel the way Ted does and I don’t want to fight it any more.

I’ll take what he has to give and give everything I have in return, at least for tonight.

On the bed, I push at his shoulder, obeying his no speaking rule. He rolls obediently and smiles up at me as I crawl up over his much larger body.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and look over my incredibly sexy prize then dip down and kiss his mouth.

The urgency in my kisses is like a living thing as I kiss a hot trail around his jaw, down his throat, around his collar.

My fingers work at his buttons, parting the cloth of his shirt and let my mouth follow close behind.

I love the way his muscles clench and flex under my lips and I can’t help looking up and meeting his gaze as I kiss lower and lower.

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and his eyes go nearly black as he watches me lick my lips and open his belt and pants.

Grinning and chuckling, his head falls back on the pillow and his hands reach down blindly to comb through my hair.

I rip his pants open and gasp when his erection springs out longer and thicker from this angle, and much more impressive.

I mouth a silent,
wow
, before licking my tongue up the side, eliciting a deep groan.

Before he can recover, I engulf him in my hot mouth and suck him as deep as I can, which isn’t as far as I’d like.

But the way his thighs flex and his fingers tangle roughly in my hair tells me that I’m doing something right.

“Yes!” The words fly out of his throat as he watches me devouring his cock.

I hold up a finger, reminding him of his silence rule, but a warning growl is his only reply.

Returning my attention to his cock, my head bobs back and forth, taking him deeper with each plunge, sucking and swirling my tongue as I come back up.

All the while, my eyes are glued to the hard muscles of his stomach and abdomen. I love the way they bulge and flex and suck his girth into my mouth over and over.

One of his hand grips my hair, not quite painfully, but enough to show me his strength. The other hand grips the sheet beside us, tightening, ripping, pulsing.

As I swirl my tongue around the wide tip his free hand suddenly slams against the bed and the hand in my hair pulls me back.

I can feel this thickness swelling between my lips, so I know he was close and I can’t help a cheeky grin as I crawl up his body.

When his hands start undoing the buttons on my blouse I realize that I’m still fully dressed.

I pull away and roll off the bed then start undressing, slowly.

I don’t know what’s happening to me.

I never felt confident enough to do anything like this before, but somehow with Ted I feel so sexy, confident, free.

I sway my hips to a sensual rhythm as I unbutton my blouse and let it drop to the floor.

I unhook my bra and spin away before taking it off, then hold it out to the side before letting it drop next to my shirt.

Keeping my back to him, I unzip my skirt and let it fall.

As I wiggle my panties down my thighs I hear a dangerous growl seconds before Ted grabs me around the middle and pulls me onto him.

We roll on the bed, laughing till I’m straddling his hips.

I feel his rock hard erection pressing against my soaking pussy and with one smooth movement, I impale myself on him, both of us groaning at the tight fit.

Sitting up, he wraps his arms around me and we move together in perfect rhythm, our lips never parting for more than a few seconds.

“You’re incredible. I’ve never met anyone like you,” he murmurs against my lips, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me against him more forcefully.

“I thought we weren’t talking?” I rasp in reply.

“My game, my rules.” His mouth grazes over my jaw, down my throat. “And I want to tell you how fucking sexy you are.”

He lays back on the bed, hands easing on my hips. “Ride me, Hannah.”

He doesn’t need to ask me twice.

Resting my hands on his hard chest I raise up and drop down, taking his cock deep.

I ride him hard and fast, it’s like I can’t get enough.

Can’t get him deep enough, can’t get close enough.

He cups my breasts and drags his thumbs over my pebbled nipples.

“Ooh, babe,” he groans. “That’s it, you’re so perfect, so beautiful, yes, so tight.”

His hands touch mine and he flips us, covering me with his larger body and driving his cock home once again.

Resting his weight on his forearms, he keeps his fingers interlinked with mine and kisses his way back to my mouth.

We both moan when his mouth touches mine again but he pulls back and looks into my face as he starts to thrust his hips between my thighs.

It’s hypnotic the way he stares into my eyes, the way he studies my face as he takes my body with his and I can’t help doing the same.

I love the way that muscle in his jaw tightens with ever thrust; the muscles in his arms and shoulders do the same. He’s like a machine, everything focused on one intense point, all of his being centered on his rocking, thrusting pelvis.

And all at once I’m there.

My fingers tighten on his, my whole body tightens around him.

Rivulets of sweet thrills course through my veins and I wrap my thighs around him, loving the feel of our palms pressed together, our mouths touching and brushing and teasing.

“That’s it, Hannah,” he rasps, his hot breath gusting against my lips. “Let it go sweetheart, let me feel it.”

He slows, rocking, gyrating, his mouth hot and urgent on mine.

Yes…

“Say my name,” he moans as he pushes deep inside me. “Say my name.”

“Ted…” I moan.

“Say it…”

He continues to own my body and our warm embrace sends rhythmic thrills through my soul. I am lost in his touch. Lost in the way he holds me.

“Ted!” His name explodes out of me as the coil in my belly tightens. “Yes, Ted…”

His name is a whisper on my lips as the tightness inside me turns to pure molten heat.

Pleasure blooms out from where he fills me and out through my whole body.

“Yes, Hannah!” he lets out a yell, his whole body trembling.

Yes…

It just goes on and on.

The sound of his pleasured moans, his fingers gripping mine, the desperate rocking of his hips sends me over the edge again on a wave of pleasure so intense I think I’m on the verge of passing out.

I’m floating on the crest of ecstasy, a plateau of bliss and I open my eyes to find him watching me.

His eyes are wide, almost black, his handsome face flushed, the muscles in his shoulders and arms bunched and tight.

I watch him find his climax, his eyes never leaving my face and I know.

I love you.

The words fill my mind till there’s nothing but him and his smile and his passion.