Page 33 of Billionaire Unexplained: Kaleb

I wanted to move closer and absorb that warmth. Wallow in it until the iciness I’d experienced inside me since my parents’ deaths finally melted completely.

“Kaleb,” I breathed on a soft sigh as I wrapped my arms around his neck and stroked the coarse hair at the nape of his neck.

I knew that I was pushing the boundaries of this friendship, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to get closer to this magnificent man.

“Anna?” he said in a questioning voice, his eyes glued to mine like he was trying to read my actions.

I stared back at him unflinchingly, my eyes pleading with him to kiss me.

I knew it was probably wrong.

Kaleb wasn’t attracted to me that way.

But if it was totally wrong to be this close to Kaleb, why did it feel so…right?

Like a man who had suddenly lost his patience, his glorious mouth came down on mine with a bold intensity that briefly surprised me.

He took my mouth like he owned it, buried his hands in my hair and tilted my head until he had access to explore at his leisure.

Bliss flooded over me as I recovered from the shock of feeling those warm lips on mine, and I moaned against his mouth because he felt and tasted so damn good.

God, he knew exactly how to make a woman crazy with lust almost instantly, and I relished the sensations because I’d felt so cold and alone for such a long time.

I felt his kiss from the top of my head to my toes, and loved the way he made me feel.

Needed.

Wanted.

Adored.

Protected.

And madly desired.

He made me long for so much more, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying the moment, and the way that Kaleb was kissing me like a desperate man.

I strained to get closer, pressing myself against his hard, muscular body while his tongue explored my mouth possessively.

I wanted to crawl inside Kaleb and never leave, and I couldn’t seem to get close enough to take the edge off my almost unbearable hunger for him.

Then, suddenly, he released my mouth with a small groan.

“Fuck!” he cursed hoarsely. “I’m sorry, Anna. That was a mistake.”

He backed off until no part of him was touching me, and I was suddenly cold again.

“Was it a mistake?” I asked, my voice trembling with emotion as I leaned against the tree for support.

I’d beckoned.

He’d answered by getting intimately close to me.

And now…he regretted it?

Holy shit! I was an idiot.

For just a moment, I’d felt like he really wanted me, but it was apparently an impulsive gesture on his part. Possibly because my eyes had been begging him to kiss me.

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