Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 1(191)

“I know I’m safe with you, Will. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

Leaning forward, he kissed my lips and any reservations I had slipped away. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he picked me up and carried me to the bed.

While I hadn’t been with a man in a long time, I never forgot that feeling of nervousness. Worrying if my body looked ok, or if he would think what I covered up with clothes was too big for him undressed. It didn’t matter what size I was, I was always insecure about myself naked.

As he set me down on the bed, my heart fluttered in anticipation. His fingers slid into my hair as he kissed me again. This time lingering before dipping his tongue into my mouth. The warmth of his mouth on mine spread through my body. When his lips left mine I couldn’t wait to find out where they’d go next.

“Sleep well, Deborah,” he said before kissing my forehead.

I closed my eyes expecting his lips to move further down, but heard the sound of his footsteps leaving my room instead. Sitting up I stared at his back as he left my room.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said. “This has to be a joke.”

It wasn’t. I must have sat there for fifteen minutes waiting for him to come back. At first I tried a sexy pose for him to find me in, but I felt ridiculous. Then I thought I’d try the Sleeping Beauty approach. I laid down with my eyes closed pretending to be asleep for when he returned. He never did. And I think I really did fall asleep for a few minutes.

Sitting up in the bed I couldn’t believe my luck. I knew he was just being a gentleman, but couldn’t he do that tomorrow? As I got out of bed I figured maybe it was for the best. I did have to get up early and I had a lot to do.

Fuck that! This was Mr. Sexy we’re talking about. The man who almost whipped it out in the middle of a department store. I didn’t know when I’d get to see him again. And I wanted him. Now. I didn’t go through the trouble of buying lingerie and shaving for nothing.

Opening my bag, I dumped everything onto the bed figuring that was the quickest way to find the babydoll I bought. I quickly undressed, slipped it on and tied bows at my hips for the panty, then looked at myself in the mirror. Hmm, not bad. The sheer panel on the top made it look like my breasts were exposed except for the well placed embroidery over my nipples. It was a nice touch. Plus, with my habit of showing off the girls, it seemed fitting.

Now to get my man. Opening the door to my bedroom, I peeked down the hall and realized I had no idea where Will could be. Roaming the mansion half naked wasn’t high on my list especially after getting lost once already. I needed to think.

As I leaned against the door, my eyes were drawn to the balcony. Could I be that lucky? I stepped out onto the balcony and looked at the surrounding balconies. Nothing. Just then I heard the click of a glass onto a table. Underneath me was a flagstone patio. Stretching over the balcony enough I was able to see Will’s legs crossed with an ankle on his knee.

Running my fingers through my hair one last time, I entered the hall and padded barefoot back along the carpeted hallway to the staircase. Crossing my arms over my chest, in case I ran into Stewart, I went down to the first level and found a similar hall to the one with the bedrooms, only with marble flooring instead of carpeting. Guessing which of the doors to open based on where my bedroom was, I stepped inside a room.

The room was a total man cave. All the furniture was dark and large but didn’t close off the room completely since the back wall was made entirely of glass. Will sat on a wide upholstered outdoor chair, his back towards me. A small table was beside him with the empty glass I heard before. Summoning all of my courage, I leaned against the doorway with my best come hither look.

“You know, you never let me finish measuring your inseam. I was just about to demonstrate that special technique.”

He turned around with a confused expression that quickly disappeared. Slowly his eyes traveled down my body, then back up again.

“Now it’s my turn to be surprised,” he said. “And what a nice surprise it is.”

“You left me hanging.”

“I was being a gentleman. It’s bad enough I told you you were spending the night. I didn’t want you feel like—”

“Like I might get lucky?”

He laughed and I carefully walked on the flagstone over to him. The sun had almost completed its descent into the valley, casting the last of its orange glow against the glass wall of the house. Seeing my reflection in the glass, I thought of our date at The Breezes.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” I said as I stood in front of him. “And I’ve realized you’re just a tease. There’s that time at the store, then at the restaurant you threatened to rip my dress off but didn’t, and now tonight.”