Page 47 of Billionaire Romantic
It catches me off guard. I didn’t actually go intothatmuch detail about that one particular wildest dream. And he just described it in the most perfect way imaginable.
I shrug a little, feeling emotional about this even though I’m not sure why.Because he knows you better than anyone ever has, already. And because you’re completely, totally falling for him.Actually, you’ve already fallen.“Maybe.”
Noah smiles. “I like Lucky Irish blue. It’s a blue that changes colors. When I tease you, your eyes turn violet, but when you’re moaning my name they’re more of a royal blue.”
I splash him a little. “What color are they when I splash you?”
“Sapphire blue,” he grins. “Which reminds me.”
“Get in with me.”
“I will. I need to find something. I bought you a present.”
“When? We’ve been in bed all weekend.”
“I got it on my way to the restaurant.” He goes out into the bedroom and comes back holding a small rectangular light blue box.
“You bought me a present before you even met me?”
“Just in case I liked you.”
“So…you’ve decided you do?”
“Mm…” He pretends to think about it. Then he leans over me and kisses me. The kiss is erotic in its familiarity. We’ve spent the entire weekend kissing, exploring each other’s bodies and kissing some more. “I’m besotted, addicted and obsessed, so I guess that’s a yes.”
Noah hands me the box. “This is for you, gorgeous.”
I sit up. “I don’t want to get it wet.”
He opens the box and pulls out a piece of what looks like costume jewelry. A blue glass tennis bracelet with large stones embedded in white gold. “It can handle getting wet. My mother used to wear one of these and she never took it off. Not even at the beach.”
I’m a little shocked when he tells me that. It’s kind of a big deal that he would buy me something he associates with her. “It’s so beautiful, Noah. It’s my exact favorite color.”
“Lucky guess.” He opens the clasp and holds it out. “Here. Let me put it on you.”
It’s definitely the glintiest piece of costume jewelry I’ve ever seen. He puts it on and the chunky weight of it almost makes me wonder…but no. This many real sapphires would cost…a lot. “Thank you, Noah Steel. I love it.”
“My pleasure, Lucky Irish.”
I get up from my raised underwater couch. “Sit here. Let me wash you.”
Noah drops his towel.
Wow.
It’s a sight I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to. He really is…well built. He’s perfectly proportioned. Naturally fit with the body of an athlete. An edgy one, with his ink that surprised me at first but it suits him. He doesn’t have the physique of a runner or a quarterback. More like an athlete with serious stamina that might do the tackling or stop someone less solid in their tracks. He’s tall and big. Toned-looking with defined abs and that manly V that frames his lean hips.
And then there’s that gigantic cock that’s my new favorite thing in the world.
He lays back. I slowly rub the soap over his stomach and chest.
“I booked the room for us again tonight.”
“Yeah?” I’ve been too blissed out and distracted to worry about any of the stuff I’d usually worry about. Like check-out time. Which, now that I think about it, was probably hours ago.
“You don’t have other plans tonight?” he asks.
“No.”
