Page 42 of The Kiss that Captured a Billionaire
She sniffed, her fingers curling against his shoulders. He had the feeling she was about to push him away. He tightened his arms around her and bent to whisper in her ear.
“—but you’ve melted my bones to the point I’m not sure I can move.”
“Oh… Oh!” She giggled and began caressing his shoulders with her fingertips while moving her hips. “Then, laugh away while I continue working on my devious plan of committing death by pleasure.”
“I would die a very happy man,” he teased, capturing her swollen lips again.
Ten
Theo closed his eyes and counted to ten.
It didn’t work.
Give her a moment. Let her enjoy a shower. You know what will happen if you get in it with her,he scolded himself.
He groaned when his body disagreed. He glared at his wayward cock that was already tenting the jogging pants he had pulled on.
“You’re not helping,” he muttered to the lower half of his body.
Rose, bare beneath the streaming water, burned in his mind like molten gold. His fleeting chivalry died a hasty death.
“I agree, she should pick out what she wants to eat.”
He gave up the pretense of trying to resist, turned, and retraced his path to his bedroom.
He entered the bathroom to find a goddess shrouded in steam.
Through the clouded glass, Rose’s silhouette moved with a grace that stopped his breath. He pushed the loose jogging pants offhis lean hips, kicked them to the side, and made a beeline for the shower.
The door slid open on a wave of heat. Rose looked over her shoulder, her eyes lighting in welcome and her lips parting with promise.
She reached for him, her small hand closing around his aching shaft in a touch that was both possessive and reverent. Her fingers flexed.
“Come here,” she murmured, tugging him inside. “It took you long enough to come back.”
Pleasure punched through him, sharp and immediate. He crowded her against the wall, letting the warm spray soak his hair and run down his back.
Her lips brushed his chest, soft and teasing. She tweaked his nipples with her tongue before she began a slow descent down his body.
Theo’s breath left him in a harsh groan.
Before she could kneel, he caught her wrists, pulling her back up and pinning her hands above her head. The move made her laugh, the sound low and throaty in the confined space.
He was about to claim her mouth when his gaze fell on a small mark just inside the bend of her elbow.
He cupped her wrists in one hand and brushed the water from his eyes, frowning. Leaning closer, he studied the birthmark.
Water slid over the faint shape. Italy; the boot, even Sicily.
His grip tightened as he felt a sudden, brutal twist in his chest.
“What is this?” he asked roughly, his thumb brushing the outline.
She tilted her head, the corners of her lips curving. “A birthmark. My grandmother said my mother had the same one. Why?”
Her teasing tone barely registered. Theo swallowed hard, his mind churning.
No. Impossible. And yet, the shape…
