Page 4 of Eluding the Billionaire
Chapter three
Drew
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I lead Katie from the noisy ballroom along the quieter carpeted hallway to the bank of elevators. I’m pretty damn happy she has a room here in the hotel, and I can’t dial back the grin plastered across my face. I’d been thinking about taking our chat private, and then she surprised me with the suggestion that we go to her room.
I could have sworn she wasn’t a one-night stand kind of girl. Those pretty blushes that have stained her cheeks when I’ve mentioned anything remotely sensual this evening had me placing her firmly in the good girl category. Not that I wasn’t going to see if she was up for a little fun by asking her myself.
“My ears are still ringing from the music,” she murmurs almost to herself before reaching to press the elevator button. Her soft, husky voice perfectly matches her attractive dark looks. I’m not sure whether she naturally has that smoky tone, or if it’s a result of having to shout to be heard. Either way, it has the effect of making me want to draw her even closer. But she seems nervous, and I don’t want to push her boundaries too soon.
Side by side, we stand silently, statue still, staring at the closed elevator doors. The easy flow of conversation has completely dried up, and I wonder if she’s changed her mind about inviting me up.
Where the hell is the damn elevator?It’s taking an interminably long time, and it seems that the longer we stand here, the greater the chance that I’ll be in a minicab on my way back to my friend’s house within the next twenty minutes.
No longer able to tamp down my building desire, I begin to softly stroke my fingers against the warm skin of her bare lower back. It’s as smooth as silk. And then there’s that spot that dimples slightly above the top of her butt cheeks. Man, that could become a favorite place to linger.
This dress should come with a warning. It’s subtle in the parts it covers and sexy as hell with how it displays vast tracts of skin for me to touch. It was those killer curves that I noticed from across the dance floor as she swayed her hips to the beat of the music. Her full breasts were tantalizingly outlined by the plunging neckline and threatening to escape from the confines of the tight black fabric when she raised her arms in the air. From that first moment, I wanted to gather her to me and nestle her peachy, heart-shaped butt flush against my cock. I just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly when she stumbled into my arms and my hands automatically grasped her hips.
Katie leans into me, and the tip of her dark, glossy ponytail brushes gently across my arm. I want to wrap my hand around those long strands and direct her pouty, sinful lips to mine. The thoughts this gorgeous brunette has me pondering are making my cock thicken uncomfortably behind the zipper of my dress pants. Luckily, I still have my jacket on.
The elevator finally chimes its arrival, and we step inside. Katie’s exotic fruity perfume punches my senses fully for the first time, conjuring up thoughts of warm tropical nights. I can’t resist reaching one arm around her waist and, with the fingers of my other hand, tilting her chin up to me. I search her eyes silently for agreement, and when she melts into my body, I bend to kiss those sweet lips. They’re full and pliable, and the demanding response to my kiss is worth every second of torment from the last hour.
I’d planned for the kiss to be teasingly light, but the moment our mouths connected, a fuse was lit. Every swipe of her tongue across mine asks for more. Every pinch as she bites down on my bottom lip is surprising and sexy as hell. I want to savor this moment. But Katie seems to have other ideas.
She presses even closer, her body molding to mine. There can be no doubt as to the effect she’s having on me as my firm cock nudges against her taut stomach. She grips the lapels of my suit jacket like they’re her lifeline. Like if she lets go, she’ll fall. I wrap her tighter in my arms, experiencing a similar need to hold on.
Another chime announces our arrival on her floor, and we spring apart. Katie steps back, then turns away to face the door, smoothing her dress down over her hips. I want to follow that path with my own hands, but something in her rigid stance tells me my touch may not be welcomed. Fuck, I have no words for what just happened.
How does she do that? Change instantly from sexy hot mess to the cool, calm woman before me?
The doors open fully, and she marches out. I follow more slowly behind, my hands deep in my pockets, trying to adjust my uncomfortable erection.
Confused, I watch her stride widen the distance between us. She may not want to continue what we just started, but still, I can’t help admiring the graceful movement of her long, toned legs showcased perfectly from the hem of her dress to the tips of those lethal looking heels. After what just went down in the elevator, my dirty mind can’t help thinking about how good her legs would look wrapped around my waist … or my shoulders.
I’m probably moving way too far ahead of myself here, and I should give her some space to reassess the situation. A chance to change her mind. Because I want her, but I also want her to be sure.
I could also do with some space to get my body under control.Come on, where is the calm demeanor I was legendary for back when I was in the SAS?
Katie stops at her door, pulling a keycard from a sparkly purse I hadn’t even noticed hanging from a chain on her shoulder. Still, she doesn’t say anything about what just happened. The door opens, and before she steps over the threshold, I place my palm lightly on her forearm. Immediately, she freezes in place. My body encircles hers, but I keep a space between us so we’re not physically touching. Although I want nothing more than to hold her close again.
“Katie, do you want me to leave … or come inside?” I ask. It’s important that I don’t make any assumptions about what she’s agreeing too.
I don’t have the capacity to read her body language anymore, so it’s easier to ask straight out. Before she answers, I send up a silent prayer that she won’t tell me to go. It would kill me to walk away, but if that’s what she wants, then I’ll revert to my original plan to return to my friend Aaron’s place in Ealing.
Her head turns slightly in my direction, and when those dark, mysterious eyes scan up to meet mine, there is a fire burning in them that matches my passion. I release the breath I was holding, but still I’m shocked when she grabs tightly to my tie and pulls me through the door. To think I wasn’t going to wear a tie tonight. If I hadn’t, I would have missed that sexy, hot, empowering move.
The door bangs shut behind us. Then, with both hands flat on my chest, she pushes me back against it. I’ve never had a woman take control like this … and surprisingly, I like it a lot.
I can’t stand simpering females fawning all over me. It’s the biggest turnoff. But then I hadn’t considered the opposite approach either. This woman has ticked some boxes I didn’t even know I had. She’s strong-willed, gorgeous, and totally unpredictable. I wonder what she has planned next for us.
I don’t have to wait long to find out. With a cheeky smile, she tugs my tie free, throwing it carelessly over her shoulder. Then she gets straight to work on my shirt, deftly slipping the buttons through the buttonholes, one after another. Her movements are quick and without the hesitancy she showed downstairs in the hotel lobby. I stand there, letting her undress me.
When my shirt is pulled open, she runs her hands up and down my chest in sweeping arcs from shoulder to waistband. Her touch is cool against my heated skin, and the concentration with which her eyes are following the path of her hands has me grinning from ear to ear. I shrug off my jacket, which is beginning to feel way too constrictive, and she wastes no time tugging my shirt down my arms. Like my tie, it’s flung over her shoulder.
I want to touch her body too, but letting a woman take control is such a new experience that I don’t interrupt. Her hands make one more sweep, then snag on my belt buckle.
“May I?” she whispers, and I almost laugh out loud. I’ve never had a woman ask so sweetly to take my cock out.
