Page 33 of Beauty and her Billionaire Beast
“Not really. The adrenaline kicks in before a fight. Nothing reallyhurts.”
“Hmmm. When’s your nextfight?”
“Right after the longweekend.”
“Oh…”
“In case you were going to ask whether or not I plan to stop fighting, the answer is no. Not anytime soon. Got a problem withthat?”
The smile falls from her face. “It doesn’t matter what I think, if you’ve already made up yourmind.”
“You haven’t answered my questionyet.”
“I’m not sure if it matters what my answer is.” Her voice is clipped, and she tries to sit up but I hold herdown.
“Yes. Itdoes.”
“Why?”
“Because Iasked.”
She struggles against my weight, trying to move outfrom under me. “Let me up,Knox.”
I shake my head. “Not until you give me ananswer.”
“Jeez, why do you have to be so insistent? I don’t know,okay?”
“You don’t know whether or not you want me sleeping beside you, or if any guy willdo?”
I hear the roughness in my voice. Even I find that it sounds deep and menacing. I shouldn’t be angry or jealous. I have no reasonto be. She’s not supposed to be mine, but I sure as hell feel the heated possessiveness building up in my chest when I picture Isabelle with some random guy sleeping besideher.
She’s notmine.
But I don’t want her with anyoneelse.
“Let me up,” shepleads.
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because…” I run my hands down her forearm, grazing the rough callouses of my palmagainst her soft, tender skin. She tries to move but I’m so much stronger than she is, and to be honest, she’s not putting up much of a fight. I have to believe she’s curious about what I’ll do next. At her wrists, I slide them together across her belly and lift them above her head, pinning them to a spot between the pillows and the headboard. Her t-shirt lifts with the movement, revealing the creamyskin at herstomach.
“Because what, Knox?” she asks in a soft, sexymoan.
“Because… I want to know…” I lower my head to her stomach. Pressing my lips to the exposed skin causes her stomach to flutter at mytouch.
I smile against her skin. “I want to find out if you prefer my lips warming you, tasting you, and…” With my free hand, I slide down to her shorts and slip my fingersunder the stretchy waistband. She takes a shaky breath as I move them lower. Lower. Lower. And as they pass over her well-trimmed bush and stop less than an inch from her clit, shewhimpers.
“God… Knox,” shemoans.
“I want to know if you want my fingers sweeping over you, entering you, making you scream and beg for more…” I leave my fingers where they are, and feel her hips liftup off the mattress to meet them. She tilts her hips some more, making contact between my fingertips and herclit.
“And most of all, I want you to tell me if you like how wet I make you…” I say, then pull my hand out from her shorts, release her wrists, and climb off of her. “Or if you’re fine with some random guy replacing me,” I finish, rumbling out alaugh.
“You bastard!” sheshrieks at me, throwing a pillow at me as I get off the bed and start to leave. “I can’t believe you’d dothat.”
“You still haven’t given me an answer,” I tease from the doorway. “I’ll be over in the other guest room while you think aboutit.”
