Page 32 of How to Undo the Proud Billionaire

Brinley gathered her courage and forced her brain to form the words, to verbalize what she wanted. He was right, there was no going back from this.

“I want you, I’d like…you know.” Brin floundered, heat flooding her face. But she wouldn’t look away, she refused to feel embarrassed about wanting Radd. She was an adult, unattached, and so was he. They were allowed to do this.

Radd momentarily lifted his hands to cup her face in his hands. “God, you are beautiful.”

Brin stared into his eyes as she waited for him to kiss her, enjoying this moment of delayed gratification.

Radd seemed equally happy to draw out the moment, leaning over her but not yet touching her. He simply stared at her and, when the moment became too intense, gratification too difficult to ignore, Brin lifted her hand to touch his jaw, heavy with stubble. Her thumb drifted over his bottom lip.

“Kiss me, Radd.”

Was that her voice, sultry and sexy? It had to be, because Radd’s lips curved into a smile and he lowered his head, whispering his response.

“Gladly.”

His kiss, long-awaited, was heat and heaven, both decadent and divine. Radd kept his hands on her cheeks, the only contact they had apart from their mouths, knowing that this was enough, right now. In a few minutes, they’d want more but for now, this sweet and sexy exchange was both reassuring and ridiculously raunchy.

At the same time Radd’s tongue slipped past her teeth to slide against hers, he easily pulled her to her feet and against his chest. His erection pushed into her stomach and one hand rested on her bottom, acquainting himself with her shape. His other hand skimmed up her side and came to rest on her breast, his thumb sliding across her tight nipple.

Her thoughts hazy, her mind and body focused on what he was doing to her—his lips on her nipple through the material of her vest had her whimpering with delight—and the way her hands skimmed over his body. It took Brin a few moments to realize that the banging she could hear was not her heart but an insistent rap on the door to the villa.

Pulling back, she pulled a strand of her hair from Radd’s stubble and cocked her head.

“Come back here,” Radd growled, his hand encircling her neck to pull her mouth back to his.

Brin sank back into his kiss, but another hard rap on the door fractured the moment. Radd cursed but his eyes didn’t leave hers. “Ignore it,” he told her.

“Radd!”

Yep, that was Naledi’s voice and she didn’t sound happy. Brin stared at Radd and watched as irritation and frustration jumped into his eyes. “What the hell does she want now?”

Another rap, harder this time, told them that she wasn’t going away.

“I swear to God I’m going to kill her. And then I will fire the staff member who escorted her down here.”

Brin winced at his hard, cold tone and stepped away from him, immediately feeling cold and exposed, and more than a little vulnerable. The moment had been so perfect, would they ever be able to re-create it? Would she ever be this brave again? She wasn’t sure.

Radd saw something on her face, because his expression softened and he bent down to skim his lips across hers. “Don’t retreat, Brin. Let me just deal with this and I’ll be back, okay?”

Radd waited, his deep blue eyes nearly black with need, looking for reassurance that she wouldn’t change her mind, that they’d be able to pick up where they left off. She wanted to tell him that they would, but she wasn’t sure; Brin didn’t know if she could be brave twice.

And Radd knew it.

“One step forward, ten back,” Radd muttered, his frustration evident in his snappy sentence.

Another rap on the door resulted in Radd snapping out a harsh “Relax, for God’s sake, I’m coming!”

Brin watched as he picked up his shirt and dragged it over his head, his eyes blazing with annoyance and his thinned lips reflecting his displeasure. Brin was glad that she wasn’t on the other side of the door, she didn’t want to be on the receiving end of his anger.

Brin heard the outside door open and, although she couldn’t see the door, and their unwelcome visitors couldn’t see into the room, she could still hear the exchange.

“Naledi.” Radd’s greeting was polite, but anyone with a brain in their head would recognize the annoyance in his voice. “How can I help you?”

“I need an extra room, the bridesmaids sharing the Serengeti have had an argument and need some space, and I understand that you have another villa that is available,” Naledi replied. “I need them separated.”

“Mari, I assume that you explained to Ms. Radebe that wouldn’t be possible?” Radd asked.

“I did.”

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