The Billionaire’s Burden(20)

"I'm just glad we had that limo to bring us home." I chuckled, grabbing the gorgeous dress into one of my hands and hiking it up as I climbed onto the bed to join him

We lay sprawled out on our backs, staring up at the ceiling as it spun slowly. Was it from the alcohol or the electricity I felt sizzling from his arm against my own?

I could feel his gaze burning against me, watching my every move.

Holding my breath, I slowly tilted my head to the side, meeting his ocean colored stare.

"You're leaving again?" I asked softly.

The liquor was too strong for me to fight the pout on my lips that I normally would have concealed.

Carefully, he rolled over onto the other side of the bed, setting the tequila bottle down on the ground. One good thing about being married to a billionaire, we didn't have to shop bottom rack booze.

Then, like a roly-poly, he revolved back over to face me. Closer than he was before, we lay on our sides, our heads sharing a pillow, gazing at each other.

This was the first time since we were wed that we shared a bed.

My heart began to pound like a drum against my ribs, each beat a nervous strum. I swallowed, shyly watching him, wondering if he felt anything at all about the closeness of our bodies.

My eyes lingered down his body, memorizing the tautness of his strong muscles against his newly wrinkled suit. He still wore the elegant jacket, though it was pushed unceremoniously up his statuesque forearms.

"You don't want me to go?" He asked, one of his hands bravely sliding forward over his Egyptian cotton comforter, taking my chin in his hand and bringing my eyes back level with his.

I felt as though I were being sucked into an azure abyss, no longer able to breather, no longer able to do anything but stay frozen in this moment.

I never wanted it to end.

"I...No." I finally said, "Of course I want you to go." I worked up a dazed smile, "Your business is so important to you."

Why couldn't I be honest with him? Was I afraid of what he'd say, was I afraid of rejection?

Probably. I’d never been a strong woman.

Sebastian's stare remained sturdy, eyes narrowed just slightly. His hand slid away from my chin even though I desperately wished for more of his burning touch.

Liquid courage boiled inside of me as I bit my lip determinedly scooted closer.

I set a hand on his chest, fingers slightly rubbing his flesh from above his suit jacket.

"Aren't you hot in that?" I whispered, plucking at one of the buttons.

My fingers, shaking from nervousness, did not successfully undo the jacket.

A slow, steady smirk spread across my husband's perfect face.

"Are you hitting on me, Macy Brooks?" He asked playfully, folding his arms behind his head as he lay on his back, watching me like a hawk.

"It's Macy Davis now." I mused, pulling myself up so I sat straight, my thigh curled against his own, hand still on his chest.

I resolved myself back to his buttons under his careful scrutiny.

It took me far too long to unclasp all of the buttons, but his jacket finally lay spread open. Underneath, his button up shirt peered at me in challenge.

Fortunately enough for me, Sebastian straightened up as well, undoing all of the buttons of his shirt in such a fluid motion it had me mesmerized.

"Well, Mrs. Davis," Sebastian murmured, as his jacket and shirt hit the floor, "What will we do now?"

The moonlight from out his open window spilled onto his body, illuminating every dip and line in his taut, rock hard chest. My hands timidly reached forward, smoothing over his firm body, feeling his warmth below my touch. I could have sworn the electricity was tangible, running from his core all the way through my veins, burning like ice and fire and energy all throughout me.

I bit my lip, climbing onto my knees as I moved, ever so slowly, to slide into his lap. My arms slid around his neck, his warm breath breezing over lips.

With our chests so close, I could feel his heartbeat, I could feel each soft inhale into his lungs.

His large palms slowly slid up my thighs, crawling to the small of my back as he moved me closer against him.

His head tilted back, lips inching towards my own.

"What am I to you?" I whispered, my forehead resting against his own, "Does this even mean anything?"

My eyes closed, hands threading through his thick, dark hair. Our breaths came in unison, chests moving together. His flesh was hot beneath my touch, my lips burned for his. Yearning moved through my body like blazing tendrils.

Suddenly, my world was flipped upside down as Sebastian rolled me onto his back, one palm beside my head, the other smoothing over my back, arching me up against him. My legs tangled around his hips as he held himself over me.

The pillow below me embraced my head, hands knotting on his hair. Desperation mounted inside of me, the burning within my body almost too much to bear.