The Billion Dollar Bachelor(8)

She wanted contact. Closeness. Someone to touch her. Not some words on a screen describing what was happening.

And Jesus, this was closeness. This was touch. This was everything she’d been craving and it was going to destroy her, but hell, at least she’d die happy.

“You’re right,” she said, because if she didn’t speak, her eyes were going to roll up in her head and she’d melt in a puddle at his feet. “I don’t normally do this. I’ve never had a one-night stand in all my life and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”

His fingers spread out, pressing lightly, a fan of heat against her hips. “Then it’s lucky you’ve got me, because I do.”

A weird sort of relief gripped her. She didn’t want to tell him she was a virgin just in case he might walk away and she’d die if he did that. But then she couldn’t pretend experience she didn’t have because he’d probably see through it in a nanosecond. A half-truth seemed the way to go.

“Thank God for that.” She let her hands rest on his forearms, feeling the heat of him seeping up through the charcoal wool of his jacket. “In that case, what are we waiting for? Let’s go.”





Chapter 3


Shit, he wasn’t going to argue with her. If she wanted to go now, he was good with that. Except leaving involved taking his hands off her and that was the last thing he wanted to do. She was hot beneath the silk of her dress and with every sweep of his thumbs she shivered. Her eyes had gone black in the dim light of the bar, that sexy flush still burning on her cheekbones. And her mouth … Christ, he couldn’t leave here without tasting that lush mouth of hers.

What was it about her that caught him like this? As long as I get an orgasm before you kill me, I don’t care. She seemed so nervous and slightly awkward, yet full of defiance at the same time. The combination of sarcasm and painful honesty intrigued him, fascinated him. There were secrets behind those dark eyes, he was sure of it. And goddammit he wanted to know what those secrets were. Like why such an obviously inexperienced woman would go home with a complete stranger, for example.

Are you sure that’s a good idea? It’s hardly your style …

It definitely wasn’t. Lust was a driving force for others, not him. Because apart from his views on emotions and business, he had a reputation to uphold, the never-a-foot-out-of-line heart of the Morrow empire.

A reputation you should be upholding right now, asshole.

Yeah, he should, but fuck it. He always put the company first and just once he wanted a night off. Take something for himself for a change. An escape. And she was it.

He gripped her more firmly, closing his thighs to trap her between them, holding her in place.

“We really need to go,” she said, her fingers tightening on his forearms and even that slightest touch made the blood catch fire in his veins.

“Hey slow down, Snow. Where’s the rush?”

The look in her eyes flickered. “It’s been a long time between orgasms, okay? I’m impatient.”

No, that wasn’t the reason, he was sure of it. “There’re plenty of other men here who could give you one of those.”

Another flicker in her eyes. “Oh, so you want to know you’re special too?”

“Of course. Every guy likes to think he’s special.” He said it with a hint of amusement, but he didn’t feel like laughing. Suddenly it became important to him to know why he was the one she’d chosen, especially considering she didn’t do one-night stands. Or know who he was for that matter. This was out of the ordinary for him and he wanted it to be for her, too.

She shifted on her feet, her impatience obvious. “Do I really need to give your ego a stroke? I’d rather be stroking—”

“Tell me.” It was an order and he didn’t hold back with the command.

That luscious mouth of hers parted, her eyes widening at the edge of authority in his voice. Good. Let her hear it. Let her know straight up what kind of man she was dealing with here.

She swallowed, her throat moving. “You’re … you’re dangerous,” she said at last. “And I’m sick of being safe.”

Satisfaction settled down in him, a response he probably shouldn’t like, but hell, he did all the same. All Morrow’s business rivals called him dangerous in the boardroom and he was, but he preferred to keep that danger well away from the bedroom. Keep everything under control.

Except tonight?

Yeah. Perhaps not tonight. Perhaps tonight he’d let himself off the leash.

“Dangerous, Snow? Are you sure that’s what you want to get yourself involved in?”