Page 294 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
He was acting like we hadn’t already had sex. We were only going to be in the same state for another month and a half. I wasn’t going to waste any time on going slow. But I loved the fact that he was a gentleman. I shook my head. “We need time to figure out that rolling pin.” I felt my face flushing. Why wasthatthe thing I said? I had no idea what to do with a rolling pin besides…roll it. On a counter. For baking. I quickly opened the door as he laughed.
“It smells really good in here,” he said.
I flipped on the light switch. “Girly shampoos and body lotions probably.” I had a love of fruity aromas. I dropped my high heels on the floor and walked toward the kitchen.
“No. It smells like an Italian restaurant.”
“Oh.” I laughed. “That’s why we’re here. To eat.” I pulled the lasagna out of the fridge.
“Is it?” He walked over to me. “I could think of a few other things I’d rather do.” His eyes wandered down my body.
“I forgot to thank you for my dress!” I didn’t know why I was suddenly nervous around him. “It’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever gotten me.”
“It would look even better off.” He took another step forward.
Holy shit.The hunger in his eyes was palpable. And my lasagna was the most delicious thing in the apartment, not me. “Are you sure you don’t want me to warm you up some lasagna? I made it this afternoon and I promise it’ll be the best thing you ever put in your mouth.”
He didn’t respond. He just stopped right in front of me and cocked his eyebrow. Apparently he didn’t believe in my cooking skills. Or else he was thinking about eating something else entirely. I was pretty sure he was looking south of my waist. I gulped.
“Do you know why I liked this dress in the store?” I asked.
He lifted his gaze back to mine.
“It’s the same color as your eyes. You know, I’m not even drunk and I feel like I’m on the top of the world. I haven’t felt this light and free since…God, I don’t know. Since I was a kid?”
He smiled at my comment. “Why are you so nervous? You’re acting like we’ve never been alone before.” He took another step forward. I took a step back and my ass hit the side of the kitchen island.
“I’m not nervous.” I was, but I had no idea why. For some reason tonight felt different between us. Better. Bigger. My heart started beating faster as my eyes wandered to his lips and then the tan skin exposed at his neck. I wondered if it would be salty like it was after he worked, or if he tasted differently when he was all dressed up.Oh fuck.My eyes locked back on his. Tonightfelt better and bigger for a reason.God, I’m falling in love with him.
He reached out and ran his fingers from my jaw, down the side of my neck. I shivered under his touch.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said.
“I don’t know…I…” I tried to search his eyes to see if he was feeling as caught up in us as I was. There were a million reasons to keep my mouth shut. Every man in my life before him had treated my heart carelessly. And it was too soon to feel the way I was feeling. But I didn’t want to have secrets from him. “Well, Jaime Jamison.”
He laughed. “That makes it sound like I’m in trouble.”
“No, I’m the one that’s in trouble.”
“Is that so?” He grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the counter. “Have you been a bad girl?” His fingers trailed up the insides of my thighs.
The moment to tell him was gone. He’d taken my words in a completely different direction. And it was too soon. My heart was still learning how to trust again. We needed more time together before I let myself fall for him. Besides, I kind of liked the new direction. Although I really hoped he didn’t try to Thanksgiving turkey my ass. I wasn’t sure it would be able to handle such a thing. “So bad,” I whispered. “Are you going to punish me?” I hooked my hands behind his neck.
He groaned.
I thought for sure he’d be whipping out the rolling pin, but then he kissed me slowly. His hands were gentler than they’d been before as he slid my dress up my thighs. I hadn’t said I was falling for him, but he was acting like I had said it. Maybe he felt it too.
I kissed the side of the neck and was happy that he tasted the same even when he was dressed up. He tasted like summer.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he said as he pushed my thong to the side with his thumb.
I moaned when he touched me where I needed him the most.
“I need you, Mila.” He sounded as desperate as me. Drunk on the moment.
Maybe that was better than him saying he was falling for me. Because it had been a really long time since someone had needed me. And the words felt amazing.
I unbuttoned his shirt and he made short work of his pants. I splayed my hands on his back, drawing him closer.
