Page 62 of Billionaire's Promise
"I mean," he pulls out of me, then sits up and rises to his feet, taking me with him. He sets my feet on the floor, then continues, "I still haven’t eaten. You ready to serve me my dinner?" He waggles his eyebrows.
I glance around the kitchen then back at him. "There’s, uh, some leftover pizza in the fridge."
"That’s not what I am talking about."
He takes a step forward. I circle the mess of the collapsed dining table, not to mention the dishes he’d shoved to the floor earlier. I am going to have to do without them, considering I don’t have the money to replace them. I glance up to find he’s moved closer. I skitter back, and he points a finger at me, "Don’t move."
"Oh, no, you’re not going to command me to stay, just so you can catch me."
"It’s not that." He glances around at the floor around my feet.
"Then what is it."
"Just hold it." He puts up a hand. I raise my leg to take a step to the side. He leaps forward, across the broken table, drops to his knees and grabs my ankle before I can place it on the floor. "Hey!" I lose my balance, grab at his head, dig my fingers into his hair to right myself. "What’s wrong with you?"
"You were going to step on a piece of crockery." He holds up a shard that must have broken off from one of the plates.
"Oh, no."
"Oh, yes." He smirks, tosses the shard onto the pile of broken furniture that had once been my dining table. Then he stands, scoops me up and tosses me over his shoulder.
"What the—?" I squeak. He turns, steps over the fragments of broken dishes and wooden splinters, and stopping only to switch off the light, heads out of the kitchen.
"Where are you taking me?" I ask, and darn it, my voice sounds breathless… And it’s not because I’m turned on. Yea, right, because let’s face it, being hauled over his shoulder like I weigh nothing… Okay, it’s fucking sexy, and hot. My stomach flip-flops; I squeeze my thighs together to stop the itch that’s gnawing at my core. Bloody hell, he just fucked me and now I want him to go again. Gah!!Shut up, slut, what the hell is wrong with you?
He veers into the bedroom, stalks over to the bed and throws me down. I bounce once on my back, my hair flowing around my face. I shake back the strands, stare up to find him looming over me; a wicked smirk curls his lips.
"No, no, no," I mutter as I crawl back on the bed. The light from the half-open door of the bathroom streams in. His silhouette is massive, a dark, solid figure that eats up all the light. He reaches the edge of the bed, plants his hands on his hips. "We have a problem," he rumbles.
"Do we?"
He nods. "I still haven't had dessert."
"D…dessert?" I squeak.
His grin widens. "The best kind, babe, where I get to eat all of it."
My core clenches, liquid heat crawls between my legs, and I squeeze my thighs together. "Th…that sounds nice."
He chuckles, "Oh, you have no idea, baby."
He places a knee on the bed. I push away from him. He swoops down, grabs my ankle, and I yell. Turn on my hands and knees, try to crawl away. He simply hauls me back, until my feet touch the edge of the bed. My heart beat ratchets up; my pulse pounds at my temples. He grabs my other ankle and I yell. Flail out with my legs, or try to, because he has a grip on me, and he’s stronger than me. So he’s, pretty much, restraining me, and I don’t want to escape, not really. But damn, if I’m going to allow him to conquer me so quickly. Adrenaline laces my blood. I kick out with my leg, and must take him by surprise, because his grip loosens. I scream, lunge forward, throwing all of my weight into it. Only, he grabs my free ankle and hauls me back again. A giggle breaks free, then another. Damn it, I am getting hysterical. My pulse rate speeds up. My heart hammers so fast, I am sure it’s going to break out of my chest. And my eyes start to burn. "Let me go, you oaf!" I howl.
He releases his hold on my legs instantly, and I pause.What the—? Did he unhand me? He did set me free. He did—I move forward, but he’s already on me. He lowers his body over mine, pins me down with his hips. The warmth of him enfolds me; his strength cocoons me; his big body is all around me. "Shh!" He curls his fingers about my nape, "Shh, baby, no need to panic. I'll take care of you."
The hold on my neck is erotic and comforting at the same time. My breasts swell and my nipples harden. I stay frozen until he begins to massage my neck.
"Ah…" A sigh escapes me as he digs his thumb into a knot right at the point of where my neck meets my shoulder.
"Easy, darlin’," he croons, like I am a skittish horse or a rabbit about to dart away. He applies enough pressure that I lower my cheek into the mattress. "Relax," he drawls, as he continues to dig his magic fingers down the length of my neck, into my shoulder. I sense him move, and glance sideways to find he’s straddling me. His thick thighs bunch as he leans forward, and wraps his warm palms about my shoulders. He digs his fingers into my muscles, into the knots, and with circular movements soothes them away.
"That’s sooo good." My shoulders relax and my muscles unwind. A delicious warmth grips me. I close my eyes as he continues to tend to me. He pushes my hair off my neck, I feel a slight touch and crack open one eye. "Did you just kiss me on my neck?" I ask
"What do you think?" I hear the laughter in his voice and can’t stop my lips from curving in response.
"I think you’re too macho for just tender gestures."
"You’d be right." He slides his fingers against my scalp, and my entire body hums. Who knew I had an erogenous zone there?
