Page 41 of The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée
My eyes fly open, and the breath catches in my throat. Those silvery-green pools shimmer with hunger. But his expression is calm, his features almost relaxed.
He's still waiting.
Waiting for me to show him. That I'm ready for him.
Ready for 'this,' whatever it is.
There's also a warning in his gaze. He's holding himself back. If he lets go this time, nothing can stop him.
I hesitate, only a millisecond. But his eyes widen, and then the silver-green turns opaque, as if all the emotions have leached out from it. His jaw hardens and tension vibrates from him.
I can't take it.
Can't take this indecision that's crawling through me, making my head whirl with repressed feelings. I'm afraid. And excited. And shocked at my arousal. At how turned on I am by this man's presence.
Leaning on tip toe, I brush my lips across his. Once. Twice.
No response.
I deepen the kiss, thrust my tongue through his lips, forcing his mouth open.
He takes a step back to rest his hips against the window ledge. I move with him.
Hands by his side, he's still not kissing me back.
I pull away and his gaze narrows, bringing back that hunter's look to his face. The skin stretched over his cheeks makes them look even more prominent. Feral.
He's daring me. Challenging me to seduce him.
And when I lean in this time, those silvery-green are unbearably close. It makes me want to blink under the full onslaught of his emotions. Anger. Betrayal...Lust.
An explosive combination.
Scratching my nails up his arm, over his jacket, I bite down on his lips, sliding my tongue over them, slowly.
Our eyes war. Mine angry, his stormy.
But he doesn't make a single move.
Fuck.
In a last-ditch attempt, I close the remaining space between us, so we're touching from chest to groin to thigh. Sliding my hands around his neck, I plunge my fingers through his hair, gripping the strands and bringing his head down to mine.
I let my emotions come to the fore. Let the part of me I've closed off well up?the confusion of moving to this country, the pain of my adoptive father's death, the need to protect my mother and sister, the thrill of finally being independent. I let myself show.
Me.
I pour myself into the kiss, the way I've never done before. Not to anyone else.
And then I'm spent.
The rush of adrenaline drains away, leaving me shivering and disappointed. I'd been trying to get through to him, to get him to see me on my own terms … and failed.
I need to leave while I can. My hands drop to my side. I turn my head to move away, only to have his arms snake down around my waist.
He hauls me to him. Heaves me up, so my feet spring off the floor to wrap around him.
All thoughts escape, as his lips crush mine, arms encircling, holding me to his chest. He devours me with his mouth and I'm dimly aware of him moving.
