Page 32 of The Billionaire's Kiss
“Easy to please. I like that in a man.” I liked everything about Warner. “There are lots of things to like about you, Mr. Nash.”
“As there are you, Orla Quinn.” He licked his lips, and I was sure he was going to lean in for a kiss.
My lips pulsed as I waited for him to lower his to mine. I’d never wanted anything so badly in my life. I’d freely give my lips and mouth to his. And I knew I would never want the kiss to end.
“I’m excited,” I said as my heart pounded inside my chest, “to start making plans for us for tomorrow.”
“Good.” He licked his lips again, and this time his gaze moved to mine—finally.
Come on, Warner—kiss me!
I had no idea what was holding him back, but I had the feeling that he might be worried about moving too fast with me. The thing was, we didn’t have that much time left.
If we were going to get to the good stuff, someone had to open that door.
Not you, Orla Quinn. Let the man make the first move.My mother’s voice rang inside my head.
But she wasn’t there. My eyes cut first to one side and then to the other as I checked out the hallway to be sure it was empty. I couldn’t have any spies from Kenmare catch me.
With no one in the hallway save us, I leaned in, closing the gap between us, and to my bliss, Warner leaned in too. We met in the middle, our lips barely touching.
Pure fire filled my veins as adrenaline shot through me like a bolt of lightning. My lips parted, my tongue teased his lower lip. Then he pushed me back against the door, kissing me hard.
The kiss went from zero to one hundred in less than a second.
My nails moved down his back as my feet came off the floor, wrapping around his waist. I felt his cock throbbing as it grew in size against my sex.
My panties soaked as his kiss took me completely under. I’d never been so utterly lost in a kiss. I was sure that sex with Warner was going to be the best I would ever have—and all this from just a kiss.
Well, it was a bit more than that. Whatever it was, it was extraordinary. And when he pulled his mouth away from mine, we both panted so loudly that it sounded as if we’d just made love for hours. “See you tomorrow then, Orla.”
Unwrapping my legs from their place around him, I felt shaky when I stood on my feet. “See you tomorrow then, Warner. Goodnight.”
I turned and ran the card through to open my door. When I looked back, he was stepping onto the elevator. As I staggered into my room, drunk on his kiss alone, I knew I was in for a rough parting when the day came for me to leave.
But by God, I will not miss out on this experience.
