More Than a Billionaire(37)

Kiera didn’t know if he moved first or she did, but one minute, her body was against his, and the next, they were on her bed.

She tried to focus. She wanted each moment captured in her mind. The way Gray kissed her and touched her made that an impossible task.



“Damn. I’m glad you keep this body hidden under that uniform of yours.” He made a trail of kisses between her breasts. “Otherwise, I’d have to beat off every guy in the restaurant.” Gray continued his trail down her flat belly, promising himself he’d give her breasts extra attention later.

When he reached Kiera’s navel, he stopped. “When did you get this?” He touched the belly ring. In the past, he’d been indifferent to body jewelry. On Kiera, he found it incredibly sexy.

Kiera’s hand covered the ring. “Right before I moved to Paris. Do you hate it?”

Gray pulled her hand away and kissed her palm. “Just the opposite.

He hooked a finger on either side of her panties and slide them down, letting them fall on the floor.

Wow. He couldn’t look away from the naked beauty waiting for him. “You’re beautiful,” he said as he reached out, intending to touch her.

“And you’re over-dressed.” She grabbed his hand before he reached his destination.

Gray smiled at her comment. “I guess I am.” He freed his hand and touched the silky skin calling out to him. “Should I do something about that?” He caressed her again, and she jerked a little off the bed.

“That would be a wonderful idea.” Kiera’s voice came out half sigh, half moan as he continued to tease her.

Despite her answer, he didn’t get up. He enjoyed watching her face and the way she moved her body as he teased her too much to stop.

“Gray, you still have clothes on.”

He ignored her. Instead, he kissed her above her navel… and when her stomach muscles clenched, he did it again.

Gray continued his teasing with an occasional kiss thrown in until she finally went over the edge. While she floated back into her body, he pulled off his boxer briefs and grabbed a condom from his wallet.

“Are you okay?” He stretched out next to her on the bed and waited.

Kiera looked over at him, and he saw the glimmer in her eyes.

“Very good.” She wrapped her hand around him. “But I could be great.”

Her warm skin scorched his as she moved her hand, and words failed him.

He withstood her teasing as long as he could. When he feared he’d lose it if she touched him any longer, he slipped on the condom and joined their bodies like he had in his dreams. Desire and another emotion he couldn’t label exploded inside him as he started to move. This was what sex was meant to feel like.



A little while later, Gray stroked Kiera’s bare shoulder and stared at the ceiling. Neither said a word, but he knew she was awake. Her fingers stroked his chest. Although it was a whisper of a touch, it was slowly exciting his body again even though less than half an hour had passed since they’d made love.

Made love. His heart stuttered on those two words. He’d slept with his share of women, but until today, he hadn’t understood the term making love. With the others, it’d been just sex. He’d enjoyed it, but it had remained a physical act. Emotions hadn’t played a role. What he’d experienced with Kiera fell into a category all its own.

Not only had the physical aspect blown his mind, but he’d also experienced an emotional connection with her. Even now, peace and contentment settled inside him as if he’d come home.

An image of him coming home to Kiera every night knocked the wind right out of him.

They’d started dating only a month ago. He shouldn’t be picturing her as his wife and the mother of his children. However, his heart had other ideas. It kept sending messages upstairs, telling his brain that Kiera was The One and he’d been an idiot not to realize it a long time ago.

Even with the contentment and happiness that filled him, his head sent his heart a counter argument. They’d gone on a handful of dates and had had sex once. All that was a long way from a walk down the aisle. His heart had love and lust confused.

Gray toyed with that thought. He’d lusted after women in the past. What red-blooded male hadn’t? The emotions that plagued him now were different. He physically desired Kiera, but he wanted more than just her body. He wanted her friendship. Her love. He wanted to see her every night before he fell asleep and every morning when he woke.

Kiera’s hand slipped down his stomach, stopping above the sheet. “You awake?” She traced a circle around his navel, and any blood left in his upper body flew south.

She moved her hand up his stomach, and he closed his eyes at the pleasure. Thoughts of love evaporated, replaced by thoughts of pleasuring Kiera again that afternoon.