Page 27 of The Billionaire's Secret
Pressing her against me, I sense her every move, every breath she takes, the trembling of her eyelids. Her lips part, her hips wriggle, and damn it, but I can’t stop myself. I lower my head, close my mouth over hers. I suck on her tongue, bite down on her lower lip, shove my free hand under her skirt, finding that melting core between her legs.
I slide my fingers in between her panties and skin, drag my knuckles across her clit.
A whine bubbles up her throat; I swallow it.
I thrust a finger inside her core, and hell… The melting softness is my undoing. I add a second finger, then another. Her spine curves and her neck arches. I hook my fingers inside of her, finding that hidden center of hers. Her entire body bucks.
I tear my mouth from hers, "Don’t you dare come, Gigi."
She shudders, thrusts her pelvis forward.
I release my grip around her neck, yank my fingers from her pussy. I step back and her legs give way.
I catch her, push her into the door and pin her hips with mine. A pulse beats to life against my temples, on the backs of my eyelids, even in my balls.Jesus. Hell.This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
I am supposed to get my women off, reduce them to globs of liquid need, make them crawl to me for release… And while I’d done all that to her… I’d never before been this aroused... This need to bury myself inside of her, scratch my name into her cells, her skin, tear into her and show her how it can be between us? No. No way, am I doing that. I release her and she sags against the barrier.
Back the fuck off, before she pulls you in with those beautiful eyes, that gorgeous visage, the innocence about her which is…all a façade.A trap. One way to ensure that I forget what this entire charade is about—to get to the bottom of whoever set her up to lure me in. If she thinks it is that easy to veer me off course, to distract me from the one thing that has kept me and the Seven focused all these years, then she has another think coming.
"In which sport do winners move backward and losers move forward?" I let the words hang in the air between us.
She blinks, then asks, "Which…which one?"
"A fucking tug of war is what." I chuckle.Bloody hell.Why had I allowed those words to escape my lips? Why the hell am I showing her a glimmer of my vulnerability?
She makes me weak, is why. No way, am I allowing that to happen again. Not when I have a hell of a lot more at stake than some piece of pussy which doesn’t mean anything to me. But she isn’t just another anything… She is… Gigi. An enigma, a puzzle. A riddle I am going to solve, even if it means hurting myself in the process.
I turn, snatch up my gun and shove it into my waistband.
"Wait."
I shrug on my shirt, turn to her. She swallows.
"What about…?" Her voice trails off.
"About?" I growl.
"My proposition."
"Let me think." I drum my fingers on my chest, peruse her from head to toe.
Her cheeks flush. Her eyes glitter with that inner fight. Damn, but she has a hidden depth, a fierce perseverance that is both endearing and…Endearing? The hell?Since when have emotions ever featured in any relationship, huh? I take, I allow a select few to make me come…then walk away. That is it. No relationships. No entanglements. Nothing that can touch the part of me that I keep hidden away. Nothing to tempt me to cross the line that is forever etched in my memory… Until her. I crack my neck, yawn, then shake my head, "No."
"What?" She gapes.
"One touch and you were ready to throw yourself at my feet, bare yourself to me, and all but ask me to take you right there. I prefer…" I pretend to think, "...a bit more spirit, a bit more spine, a bit more oomph. Not to mention…"
I glance at her gorgeous breasts, her curvy hips, her delicate ankles. If I touch her again, I am a goner. If I look into her eyes, I’ll never find myself again. No, this is the right thing to do. I have to walk away from her. "...I prefer my women to have more curves."
"You bastard."
The color leaches from her face and she sways. I take a step forward, then stop myself. Why do I care if she is hurting? That is the whole point, remember? Hurt her feelings enough that she’ll never turn to me again.
"Want me to spell it out for you, Doll?" I reach her, then thrust my face into hers, "I don’t want you."
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Why did the two lovers end up in prison?
