Page 48 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

I’m quiet as I mull that one over. I let out a sigh as I smile up at him.

“Thank you for today. You really know how to make a girl feel safe and special.”

He squeezes my hand a little tighter, and I glance up at him, catching his eyes just as he turns to look at me. That look—dark, intense, full of unspoken things—sends a shiver throughout me and a shot of heat directly to my core.

I bite my lip, trying to hide the smile threatening to take over my face, but he sees it.

He always sees it. He stops walking, pulling me toward him with a suddenness that leaves me breathless, and before I can even process what’s happening, his lips are on mine.

The kiss is scorching, deep, and consuming. His hands are on my waist, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us. I melt into him, my fingers curling into his jacket as I lose myself in the heat of it.

It’s like every nerve in my body is on fire, and all I can think about is how he’s kissing me like he can’t get enough. Like I’m the only thing in the world that matters to him right now.

I’m about to jump into his lap the second we get into this car. Is that ho-ish of me?

Never mind, I don’t care. I just need to be as close to him as possible.

When we finally pull apart, I’m gasping for air, my head spinning in the best way possible. His forehead rests against mine for a moment, his breath ragged as he grins down at me.

“We should probably getin the car before I completely lose control,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of promise.

I laugh softly, still trying to catch my breath. “I’m not sure you had any control to begin with.”

He gives me that mischievous smile, the one that makes my knees weak, and then he opens the car door for me. “Get in, before I change my mind and take you right here.”

“Yes, please,” I giggle.

A thrill runs through me at how he says it, but I slide into the backseat, grinning like a fool. He climbs in after me and pulls me as close to him as possible.

For a few minutes, neither of us says anything, the tension between us still thick in the air. He stares deep into my eyes.

My heart is still racing from that kiss, and I can feel the heat from his body even though he’s not touching me. I break eye contact; it’s all a bit overwhelming.

I glance over at him a few seconds later, his fingers drum on his knee, his jaw clenched in that way that tells me he’s thinking about something—something dangerous.

Eating me, I hope.

“So,” I say, my voice teasing, “are you always this smooth, or am I just special?”

He chuckles, his eyes flicking over to me briefly. “You’re definitely special. But I won’t lie; I’ve always had a bit of a reputation.”

“Oh, really? A reputation for what exactly?” I raise an eyebrow, leaning a little closer to him.

“For being completely irresistible, obviously.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Is that what they call it now?”

He smirks. “What can I say? I have that effect on people.”

I roll my eyes but can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not so easily swayed.”

“Is that right?” His voice drops a little, becoming more serious, more dangerous. “Because if I remember correctly, you didn’t exactly resist that kiss back there.”

I feel the blush creeping up my neck, but I don’t let him see me falter. “I’m just being nice. You know, boosting your ego a little. Can’t have you thinking you’re losing your touch.”

He throws his head back and laughs. “Oh, Grace, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

Before I can come up with a witty comeback, the car jerks violently to the side.

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