Page 50 of Seduced By a Billionaire

“Kyle…”

“Shh, I have to, I can’t stop myself,” his voice low, almost daring her to protest. “Ella you are the most magnificent creature I’ve ever known.” He scooped his palm underneath the weight of her hair, cupping the back of her head as he leaned down to take her lips again. This time he wasn’t so gentle as he explored, taking, plunging, tasting, tongue parting her lips further. Breathing heavily, his voice shaky he said, “I want you naked in my bed.”

The heat from her palms resting on his chest scorched through his clothing. At her bemused expression Kyle dipped down for another taste. He had never wanted anything as much as he wanted this woman. He was rock hard and the temptation to drag her back into his bedroom almost overrode his sensibilities. He felt a primal need, as ancient as time… he smiled against her lips,me Tarzan you Jane.Unwilling to scare her off, he reluctantly pulled himself from the ledge.

Ella could hardly meet his gaze his blue eyes were so intense, like the most brilliant faceted sapphires, smoldering with desire…all for her. He took her breath away he was so handsome. He had slicked his normally unruly mop of hair back, which only enhanced his chiseled features and made his eyes more compelling. She felt a moist pulsating in her core and knew lines would be crossed tonight, it was inevitable. She could no sooner fight it than the ocean could fight the moons pull on its tides. She tenderly brushed back a stray lock of hair that had curled across his brow and saw his pupils dilate.

“Shall we?” he said crooking his elbow as she slipped her hand through.

They exited the elevator together and walked out to the waiting limo. The driver opened their door and they slid into the quiet luxury of the Mercedes. Soft jazz filled the interior, creating a buffered cocoon-like ambience.

“Would you like a glass of wine?”

Feeling as if she were in a dream, she leaned her head against the soft leather seat and sighed, “Why not?”

Kyle pulled out two wine glasses and poured them each a glass of white. He raised his to hers and said, “Here’s to me sweeping you off your feet.”

“Mission accomplished. Should we have the driver turn around?”

“I’m crazy about you Ella, am I wrong to hope you’re beginning to like me just a little?” he leaned down to lick the wine from her lips. Nibbling at her bottom lip he stilled when she slipped her tongue into his mouth, running the tip of it over his teeth.

“You wouldn’t be wrong,” she whispered.

Placing his glass in the holder, he cupped her breast in his palm, rubbing his thumb over her swollen nub. Her breast felt heavy in his hand and he massaged it until she groaned.

Hot with longing, his need for her surged when Ella melted into the plush leather seat, surrendering to his touch. He licked the tender spot right below her ear, desperate with want. “Babe, I need you. You’re like kryptonite.”

She looked at him so wantonly that he almost lost control. “I’m ready,” she whispered.

He groaned, “I can’t believe I’m saying this right now but perhaps we should wait and continue this later.”

“You started it,” she said, as she pulled his head back down to her lips.

He whispered against her mouth, “And I’ll finish it. But not right now.”

She smiled seductively and then tantalized him further by nipping at his bottom lip.

“My heart is pounding, feel this,” he said holding her palm against his heart. Smiling, she replaced her palm with her head and rested her ear against his chest. He wrapped his arm around her, his nose buried in her hair, while she rested her head against his beating heart. He ran his fingers lightly up and down her arm and murmured, “Your skin is so soft.”

Kyle rested his chin on the top of her head and closed his eyes, absorbing the sensations of her scent, the weight of her head resting against his chest, her soft willing body and the whispered promise of her words.

17

“Mr. Bennett, so glad that you’ll be joining us this evening,” the host said.

“It’s good to be out in the world again.”

“We were sorry to hear about your accident. We have your usual waterfront table ready. Would you like to enjoy a cocktail in the lounge before being seated?”

“Yes, please. I understand you have a jazz pianist for entertainment tonight.”

“Yes. He’s very good.”

“Ella does the lounge sound good to you?”

Eyes shining in anticipation she said, “Perfect.”

Even with the stiff competition of moneyed guests, Kyle and Ella stood out. They made a striking couple that could easily grace any magazine cover. The private club afforded many perks for guests but also created a camaraderie amongst its members. Most either had yachts permanently docked there or rented vessels available through the club.

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