Seducing the Billionaire's Wife(31)

“As long as you’re not a bed hog,” he said, taking off his shoes and pulling his shirt over his head. “You don’t mind if I get comfortable?”

“Your hot chest won’t stop me from passing out.”

“Gee thanks.” He sat down on the bed, pulling the cover tight.

“Under the sheet,” she said. “Or you’ll strangle me when I scoot down.”

A look of uneasiness passed over his face, and she quickly backtracked. “You don’t have to. I’m just trying—”

“It’s not that,” he began, sliding under the covers. “It’s that I’ve been imagining being in bed with you, and the real thing is going to make it hard for me to concentrate.”

“Oh, good grief. You make me sound like I’m some kind of sex goddess. Do your work and then take a morning nap with me.” She plumped up her pillow and laid down, her eyes closing. “C’mon, Drew. Take a nap with me.”

“Temptress,” he said affectionately as he lay down beside her.

She scooted right up to him and began to lightly scratch his head. “Sleep, Drew. It’s priceless.”

“I like what you’re doing, but I won’t fall asleep.”





Chapter Eleven







Drew woke up, feeling more refreshed than he had in years. A warm body was practically on top of his, and it took his brain a minute to process who he was in bed with him. And who he had his arm around.

He flexed his fingers, coming into contact with firm flesh. Oh, shit. He was feeling her up. He moved his hand to a safer place.

Sighing contentedly, she wriggled her ass against him, and for his punishment, she made his dick hard.

She’d also made him fall asleep. He, who barely slept, had passed out within minutes of his head hitting the pillow. Sure, the soothing workings of her nails had helped, but he didn’t fall asleep during massages.

Drew didn’t know what was worse—his body’s response to her at the blink of an eye or the fact that he’d crashed.

He’d always prided himself on his body’s lack of need for sleep. Others had noticed the hours he kept as well. Hell, even Ella couldn’t keep up with him, and she was damn good at her job.

“Drew,” Hannah said, her voice all adorably sleepy sounding. “What time is it?”

“Almost two in the afternoon.” He did a double take at the numbers on her alarm clock. He’d slept almost six consecutive hours. That was… incredible.

“I need to get ready, and I need to call my grandparents,” she said as she stretched, her breasts stretching the material of her shirt. Her nipples were hard—due to the chilly room or his proximity, he wasn’t sure.

“I’ve already spoken with them.”

“When?” She rose up on her elbows. Her hair was wild. In fact, she looked like she’d just had amazing sex. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth rosy, and her eyes were heavy lidded.

“While I drove here.”

“And they were okay with that?”

“They didn’t seem to mind that I wanted to take everyone to dinner.”

“You didn’t tell them we’re married.”

He shook his head. “That’s your job, but I’ll be there for support.”

She blew out a breath. “I was worried.”

“I didn’t tell them that you were soon to be the new owner either.”

Tilting her head to one side, she asked, “Do they know you bought the resort?”

He nodded. “They were actually happy about it.” The Millers were—to borrow their term—over the moon about Drew owning it. They insisted he was trustworthy. That his memories of the place would ensure The Magnificent Dunes would not only stay open, but also be restored to her former glory.

“Hmmm,” she said, her gaze roaming over him. He didn’t miss the way she lingered on his mouth and then his chest.

“What are you thinking, Mrs. Montgomery?”

“That we have an hour to kill.” Sitting up more fully, she pulled off her shirt. Her bare breasts bounced, and his mouth ran dry. Tight, pink nipples begged to be sucked.

Dipping his head, he took a hard point into his mouth and began to suck. She let out a whimper and fell back. He followed, using his hands to tease her. He licked the valley between her breasts, then kissed his way to her neglected nipple and gave it the same attention.

She moaned, her fingers furrowing into his hair. Arching into him, she moved restlessly. With his free hand, he dipped his fingers under her pajama bottoms, which were a pair of loose boxers. The tips slid against her, finding her wet and hot.

Her legs spread, and her hips jerked up. “More.”