Billionaire Bachelors 6 ; Runaway Heiress(36)

Chad tossed a sandwich in front of her, then sat at the table and took a large bite of his sandwich. He was angry  –  and she was frustrated.

"Maybe I should just go and stay with my father. I think he'd like that."

"No."

"You can't just tell me no. I'm an adult, in case you haven't noticed," she said with a glare.

"You'll stay here," he commanded. He was really ticking her off.

"You insufferable pig. Don't you dare try to tell me what to do!" she snapped, standing up so fast her chair went flying behind her.

Chad jumped from his seat at the same time. He was furious with himself  –  the stalker  –  the situation  –  just about everything. He tried to calm himself down  –  remember she'd only been home one day.

"I'm going to the barn," he said, turning to leave. He was proud of the restraint he was able to use. His passion always flared whenever he was in the same room with her, hell, within the same county.

"Afraid of a girl? Or is it that you just can't handle it when a female doesn't fall all over herself trying to please you. I bet you're used to men, women, and children bowing all over themselves to do your bidding," she said, then turned to make what she hoped was a dramatic exit. Men!

Chad sent her a smoldering look that was wasted on her retreating back.

"What? Does Princess Bree not like someone disagreeing with her? You have it all backwards, Honey. I think you're the one who's so used to getting her own way, she can't handle it when she doesn't get the last word in, or win the argument."

Bree had never in her life wanted to punch someone, but she felt her fists curling as she fought the urge to walk back and slug him in his smug mouth. He was calling her a princess. She looked around his impressive home with a derisive laugh. Sure, she'd learned she came from money, but he didn't look to be hurting, himself. 

"I'm sorry. It doesn't look as if you like that. Would you like for me to get on one knee and beg for forgiveness?" he said with a grin.

"That works just fine for me," she answered.

"Good luck with that," he snarled.

"I'm leaving," she answered and took a single step before he grabbed her arm and whipped her around to face him.

"I don't understand what it is you do to me, but I can't resist you  –  not even for your own good," he growled before grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her against his body. His head dropped and his mouth connected with the sweet heaven of her lips.

Bree's eyes widened as anger turned into full-blown passion, but her body knew what she wanted, and she quickly clutched at his shirt, opened her mouth, and held on for dear life.

Bree instantly melted as he seduced her with his hands and mouth. The man could literally kiss the sense right out of her. She didn't care that they hadn't solved anything. She was hungry for him, and only he could feed her desire.

His body felt like steel underneath her hands. She wanted to feel skin against skin. Her ni**les were painfully hard as they pressed into the lace of her bra. She needed it gone  –  there were too many clothes in her way.

She moved her hands to his shirt and tugged at the material, wanting to run her fingers along the contours of his masculine chest  –  down the washboard that was his stomach, and lower to his hardness, currently pressing tightly into her stomach.

Chad took the hint and moved an inch back so he could rip his shirt off, then in the next second stripped hers and tossed it somewhere behind them. His hands moved back to her hair, tugging her close, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

"More  –  I need more," she cried as his hands moved to her neck, then lower to unclasp her bra. She breathed a sigh of relief when the cool evening air hit her aching ni**les, then gasped in ecstasy as his mouth surrounded the tight pink bud of one, then the other. It felt so good, it was almost painful.

His teeth clamped down on her sensitive bud, making her back arch, and a guttural groan escape her dry throat. He swept his tongue along the well-loved skin, then moved back up the smooth column of her throat and she greedily bit down on his lip. He groaned and she felt her body heat rise to another level.

Chad stripped her pants and panties in one smooth motion, then lifted her up on the counter without breaking their mouths apart. She rubbed her ni**les against his solid chest, trying to relieve the aching. It only stoked the flames higher.

"Now," she commanded him. She needed their bodies connected  –  she had to feel him inside her, or she'd die of sexual frustration.

"Can't wait anymore," Chad groaned as he parted her thighs, stepping between them. Bree barely caught a glimpse of his impressive manhood before his head was pushing against her tight entrance.