Page 10 of Beauty and her Billionaire Beast
I’m taking all ofher.
Tonight.
My hand slides up her arm and I let my fingers curve over the front of her neck. I won’t hurt her, but she needs to know I’m rough through and through. I’m not a gentle kind of guy and that won’t ever change. Her hands lift to press hot palms on my chest in response, warm and inviting. I take it tomean she enjoys a little rough play as her lips part for me to kiss her more deeply. We’re panting breathlessly and I’m wanting more by the time I pull from the kiss. Taking her hand again, I get to myfeet.
“Come withme.”
She seems to hold her breath as we walk toward a closed door I saw as we left the banquet area earlier. It isn’t right of me to act without asking her if thisis what she wants, but at the same time, she can stop me whenever she wants to. If Isabelle says no, it won’t be the end of the world. We can try being friends again.Maybe.
“Where are we going?” sheasks.
I test the doorknob and find that it’s locked. “We’ll have more privacy in one of these smaller rooms.” I know how suggestive it sounds, but hell, why else would we sneak away?She has to understand that our kiss was a prelude tomore.
Isabelle’s eyes widen and she bites down on her bottom lip as I wait for her to say something. “We probably shouldn’t. I admit, yes, I feel something strong between us, something undeniable that might not have been there before. But…can wetalk?”
“Sure,” I answer but that’s a lie. I don’t want to rehash what I did wrong.Not right now. “But I’m game for whatever the moment brings us, younglady.”
With a smile, I lead her up a flight of stairs to the mezzanine level. Yes. Much better. The area’s lined with open doors to smaller banquet rooms, and no one’s around. Taking a glance back at Isabelle, I see her hesitation. She’s probably conflicted, not ready to throw in the towel that is our friendship. Notyet. Either that or she doesn’t do this type of thing very often. Or it could beboth.
Her face is awash with uncertainty. There’s a glint of excitement in her eyes too, probably at the idea of being a naughty girl, which only serves to encourage me that much more. Who wouldn’t want to corrupt this stunning beauty? Particularly as this will likely be a one-time thing. I want to see herface when I make her come. That’s not too much to ask. For sure, it’ll be memorable for Isabelle. Judging by the pent-up craziness that’s rapidly coursing through my veins, I’m sure it’ll be memorable. Even if it is for just one night and will come at a huge cost: a future friendship with my bestfriend.
