Page 6 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
"Tell me how much you want to touch me, put your hands on me." He smirks.
The blood rushes to my cheeks, my fingers tremble, and my toes curl. What the hell? One flirtatious glance from him and I’m melting into a puddle of slurry. One more second in his presence and I’ll likely throw myself at him and beg him to play me like his favorite guitar.Ugh, get your mind out of the gutter... Or rather, out of his pants.A chuckle bubbles up and I swallow it down. "Keep your distance," I insist.
"Or what?"
"Or," I hold up my fists, "I’ll unleash my Krav Maga powers on you."
"Krav Maga?" He blinks. "The form of self-defense favored by the Israeli secret service?”
I nod. "I’ve learned it, I uh..." I move back; he follows.
"Have you now?" He lowers his voice to a hush and my thighs clench. Whoa, this is not good. I shouldn’t have this over-the-top reaction to a man I’ve just met… In real life. In reel life—on screen and online… Well, that’s a different matter altogether. Not that I am going to reveal that. No way. Best I leave while I have some dignity intact.
I angle my body away from him, "I… I have to go."
"No," he snaps.
"What?"
"You’re not leaving," he tells me.
"What the—?" My jaw drops. "Of course, I am."
"Oh?" He tilts his head and his eyes gleam. "Don’t challenge me." He looks me up and down, and damn it, I’m instantly wet. My knees tremble, my toes curl, and a rush of heat sweeps up my spine. What the hell is this reaction to this… Full-of-himself, hot-as-Hades, larger-than-life male? And why did I just think all of those adjectives in one sentence? That’s it, I’ve gotta get out of here.Now.
"Goodbye." I turn; then squeak when he grips my shoulder and yanks me around and to him until I am pressed to him from toe to thighs to chest.
Something hard stabs into the cradle of my core. I draw in a sharp breath. Hell, did I say eleven inches? Nope. No way. This is surely bigger. The man’s seriously packing a monster something in his pants and nothing I’ve read has done any justice to the real thing. So, this is what they mean bythere are three of us in this relationship?I chuckle, then turn it into a snort.
His frown deepens, but there’s a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
"I shall call you lover, and you're welcome."
"I'm not and... For what?"
"Not yet," he corrects me, "and...for the kiss." He smirks.
"What kiss?" I scowl, "And you have some ego presuming—"
He swoops down and closes his mouth over mine.
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Damian
The sweet scent of eucalyptus fills my senses. The taste of her, like lush oranges, coats my tongue, fills my lips, drips into my bloodstream. My head spins and my groin hardens. I tilt my head, deepen the kiss. She moans at the back of her throat and the sound wraps around my ribcage. My heart begins to race. I drag her up, widen my stance to take her weight, then wrap my arms around her slim body and nip on her lower lip.
She gasps, opens her mouth, and I swoop in.
I dance my tongue over hers, splay the fingers of my palm across her waist, down to the curve of her butt. I squeeze her arse and she shudders. I suck on her essence, draw breath from her mouth, and offer her mine in return. I bend her backward and push my hips forward, intent on taking her, right here, right now. A growl rips out of me. I tear my mouth from hers, "Bedroom. Now."
She stiffens. "What did you say?"
"I don’t repeat myself, sugar." I allow my lips to kick up. "I want inside of you."
"And I want..." Her lips—swollen with the pressure of my kiss—tremble. She flutters her eyelids… "...want…" She inhales.
"What is it?" I glare at her. "Say it."
