Page 29 of Undercover Billionaire

"Why did you answer my phone?" His voice was low and controlled, yet the calm tone belied his anger.

"It was ringing and there wasn’t enough time to get you so…"

"It has voicemail," he interrupted. "You had no business answering my cell phone. Then you pretended to be my secretary."

"I never told him I was your secretary," she challenged. "He just assumed it. Which seems to be a mighty peculiar assumption for an actor-for-hire, don’t you think?"

Drake’s eyes flashed fire. "You were snooping around my business. Can you truthfully claim you answered my phone just to take a message?"

Lying would be useless with this man. "All right," she admitted. "I am curious about you, but all I did was answer the phone. He’s the one who called you Mr. Drake and assumed I was your secretary. And you still haven't explained any of that!"

"So what?" He lifted his arms. "Nowhere in my contract does it say I have to completely reveal myself to you. You didn't hire me to divulge my personal history, but to be your pretend boyfriend."

"Which you haven’t done at all!" Kaitlyn thundered. "My future boyfriend is going to be well-behaved and mild-mannered. He’s going to be average sized, calm and agreeable. He’ll be attentive, and he’ll listen. In other words, not at all like you!"

"I don’t think so, Kaitlyn." He leaned in, and the spicy scent of his nearly nude body enveloped her. She reacted with the heat of an erupting volcano. "That puppy dog you described is not what you need. You would chew him up and spit him out. You need a man."

She clenched her fists. "And that would be you, I suppose." She lifted her head, lying with every word, "You don’t do anything for me."

"Oh yeah? Would you like to put a wager on that?"

He didn't wait for the terms.

He descended upon her, with all the passion of his fury. The kiss was bold and courageous, wild and daring, and designed to conquer. She fought to resist, commanding her muscles to move away and break the kiss, but they would not obey. Finally, when she had just about garnered the strength to pull back, he softened it to a gentle caress, a tender joining.

She was lost.

Passion splintered the world as Drake held her tight, as she wrapped her arms around his solid waist and dug her fingers into unrelenting strength. His chest was as hard as steel through the thin fabric of her silk blouse, molding against tender breasts. They pressed nearer and nearer, until no space at all separated them. But still it wasn't close enough.

It was as if no time at all had passed since their last kiss. He caressed her back, soothing tense muscles, eliciting soft sighs and gasping moans. His touch cast fiery heat, sensitizing a path on tingling skin. She traced his sculpted back, rejoicing in feminine delight when his breathing hitched.

She was melting like an ice cube in a furnace. All doubts disappeared, denials shattering under reality’s truth. Her suspicions may return, along with regrets and reality, yet at this moment none of that mattered. The true man lurked behind the actor's mask, the real Drake who could not hide, as he kissed her with true abandon.

Ever so slowly the kiss ended, yet the desire burned no less. It was exciting and frightening, exuberating and disconcerting, to discover such a bond, an instinctual attraction that defied all logic. Questions burned in Drake’s eyes, challenge, desire and indecision.

Yet for her, the path could be no other, and no matter the consequences, it heralded the right one. She wanted to make love to him, to share the promises in the depths of his eyes. This was a relationship that should not be, a tryst that could only last for days, but something in her demanded it. It was more than desire, more than attraction. "Make love to me."

His eyes darkened, turning as black as night. He could not conceal his desire nor the passionate male force that hungered for more. "There are things about me you don’t understand."

No doubt, and yet she knew the true man. She placed a finger over his lips. "Do you want me?" she whispered.

He did not hesitate. “More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

Feminine satisfaction surged. "And I've never been so certain about anything in my life."

He gazed at her for a moment more. Then he moved forward, infiltrated her space, andcapturedher.

He lifted her into his arms, pressed against a steel chest. She gasped in surprise, even as elation slayed the shock, a sense of pure rightness as he carried her to the bedroom. Ever-so-gently he laid her upon the bed, and she leaned back upon the soft mattress, snuggling into the silky sateen sheets. He stayed still, gazing down at her until she opened her arms and beckoned him near.

Kaitlyn arched as he kneaded her skin with feather-light touches, worshipping every part of her. Desire consumed her, its strength undeniable and undefinable. His body was velvet-covered steel, a juxtaposition of power and strength, his hard masculinity the perfect foil to her soft femininity. She explored him, tracing corded muscle as she sought to uncover every secret.

Of course, he never relinquished his own investigation. As she grew braver, so did he, traversing her stomach to her arms and legs, her neck and face, closer and closer to the parts most aching for his touch. "You are magnificent," he murmured, stroking her with gentle yet firm movements, bathed inpossessiveness. "As well as bold and brash and smart and sassy."

"I was about to say the same thing to you," she teased. She gasped as he brushed a nipple, and her voice melted into a whisper. "Make love to me."

"Yes ma’am." Drake kissed her lips, then touched a ripe breast, stealing her breath. Her nipples hardened as he encircled them, coaxing them to tiny beads. The need to be closer fired, to touch, to explore, to be one. As if he heard her silent plea, he shifted, unfastening the buttons on her shirt with a leisurely pace that nearly destroyed her. She shivered as he brushed aching breasts, unhooking the last of the clasps. His eyes darkened as he took in the swollen globes.

Heat filled her body, her soul, her world. A primitive force seized her, demanding her surrender. Struggling for rationality, she fingered the towel covering him. Drake's breath hitched at her touch, but still he kept his stoic control. She vowed to break that control before night’s end.

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