One Night With A Billionaire(93)

“What’s that?” she asked, feeling breathless at his nearness.

“I know this great townhouse in Manhattan with a very lonely bachelor who’s looking for a roommate. I hear he’s going to charge very reasonable rates if he can find the right woman willing to put up with him and all his money.” His mouth crooked. “See, he travels a lot, so he needs to know that his girl won’t be too lonely when he’s gone.”

“I imagine she’d be working her own job,” Kylie said breathlessly, heart thudding. “So she could pay her portion of the rent.”

“That sounds perfect,” Cade said. “He’s going to want rent on the first of every month, of course. But the perks are pretty good.”

“What kind of perks?”

“Well, he likes his coffee black. I hear it’s very important to have similar tastes in beverages. He’s got a pink roadster he doesn’t know what to do with, a really big bed, and a really great shower. No grand piano, though.”

She giggled, thinking about his first hotel room with the absurd piano.

“But if it’s important to his roommate, he’ll get one,” Cade continued. “And best of all, he has good contacts at a lot of local hospitals and nursing homes so he’s sure he can help her find the perfect one for her relative to stay in and be comfortable. It’s one of the benefits of being a billionaire who made his money on medical patents.”

“He sounds ideal,” Kylie murmured. His mouth was so close to hers. She wanted him to kiss her. Hell, she wanted to throw him down on the couch and make love to him.

“I wouldn’t say he’s completely ideal,” Cade told her. “He’s a workaholic and a bit pigheaded from time to time. And he snores.”

She giggled. “He does, indeed.”

“But he loves you very, very much, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to ensure that you feel comfortable in the relationship, Kylie. And if that means charging you rent and insisting you work instead of using his money, then that’s what he’ll do.” Cade’s eyes were so blue as he gazed at her. “Say you’ll come home with me.”

Kylie was terrified. Terrified that this would be a mistake, but even more terrified that Cade would walk out the door and she’d never see him again. “Tell me you love me again?”

“I love you,” he told her, leaning in and brushing his lips over hers. “And rent’s five hundred a month.”

She giggled again. “That’s a lot of money just to couch surf.”

“Ah, but I have a really awesome couch,” he told her, kissing her mouth again. “And an awesome bed.” His tongue flicked into her mouth, slicking against her own, only to pull back a moment later as he continued. “And an awesome kitchen. Really, I’m just awesome all around.” He kissed her again, longer, slower, sweeter. “But . . . only if I’m with you.”

Damn it, there were the tears again. Kylie blinked rapidly. “I love you. So much.”

“Then come home with me. Take a chance on me.”

She nodded, taking a deep breath. “Yes. Okay. I’ll do it.”

He grinned, his smile so dazzling she felt as if the entire room lit up. “You sure you don’t need more convincing? I came armed with an entire box of condoms.”

She laughed, feeling light and carefree, and her hands went to the buttons of his shirt. She wanted this man desperately, and loved that he wanted her just as much. “I hear that my roommate isn’t going to be back for at least two more hours.”

“Then let’s get your money’s worth out of this couch,” he told her, his grin fading and his mouth seeking hers. All of the playfulness was suddenly gone, and the hunger resurfaced. Cade’s mouth devoured hers, and Kylie whimpered as his tongue swept into her mouth again. His hand went to her breast, cupping it and rubbing her nipple through the fabric of her top.

She moaned, tearing at his shirt now. “I want to feel your skin against me, Cade. I need you so desperately.”

“Then quit leaving me,” he murmured against her skin. “I’m all yours.”

“I won’t leave again,” she told him.

He raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll try not to leave again,” she amended, smiling. “And the next time I freak out, I promise I’ll share why.”

“Fair enough,” he said, his fingers still gliding over her nipple, back and forth, coaxing it to aching hardness. “Now, I need to put my mouth on all this gorgeous skin,” he told her. “Undress for me.”

She did, pulling off her clothing with haste, anxious to feel his weight on her, to have him between her legs, his warm flesh touching hers. How long had it been since they’d last had sex? Too long, she decided. She cringed when she revealed her serviceable, ugly beige bra and her cotton briefs. “I wasn’t expecting company,” she told him. At least her legs were shaved.