Page 49 of The Billionaire's Runaway Bride

“What else?” She blinks up at me, eating this all up like it’s Christmas morning.

“You’re brave.” I follow her toward the bed and sit with her on the edge.

“How?”

I tuck her hair back from her face and kiss her before explaining. “You had the guts to run from a bad situation.”

She sighs, crawling closer to straddle me. “And look where I ran. Right into you.”

“I’m glad you did.” I can’t tell her more because she kisses me without pause. She duels with my tongue, then sucks in hard. I gasp and clear my throat when she leans back.

“Me too.”

“I mean it, sweetheart.” I cup her ass and turn her on the bed so she’s lying down, and I cover her. “I am so damn grateful we crossed paths at Marian’s place.”

“Kismet, maybe,” she agrees as she pulls me down and brushes our lips together.

Fate might have brought us together. No amount of premediated planning could have. While I know her father, and have invested in Jamie’s vineyards, I wasn’t aware he had a daughter, much less that she would be a runaway bride who’d end up at the remote location I’m supposed to be hiding at.

It was happenstance that we met, and it was with no small amount of hard work on my part to get her to give me any attention. Now, though, I couldn’t guess what would come next. Chance and fate can’t dictate our future. I’m determined to enjoy the present and live every moment fully with her while we’re together, but beyond that, I’m not sure what the future might hold.

I need to return to New York, and she seems content to work at the Goldfinch. I don’t have pressing deadlines to return by, but the thought of leaving her doesn’t feel good.

“Whatever it is…” I tell her as she pulls at my shirt. I lift up, helping her get it off me. “Whatever it is, I don’t want it to end.”

Her smile is sweet and sensual as she gazes up at me. “Neither do I.”

“Tell me what you want.” It’s a demand, but also a request for her guidance.

She shakes her head. “You. I don’t want to decide. I don’t want to have to think. All I want,”—she pauses to kiss my deeply—“is for you to be with me, completely.”

I grin, enthused that she’s giving control to me.

If she’s looking to be pleasured without having to give it any thought, she won’t be disappointed.

“That’s all you want?”

She nods.

“You don’t want me to drive you crazy?” I slip my hand beneath her dress and stroke the outside of her drenched panties.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she breathes faster. “You have from the moment I met you. Why should I think you’d stop now?”

“You don’t want me to make you come and scream my name?” I slide the wet fabric aside and drag my fingertip up and down her slit.

Her grin is naughty, and the fact that she doesn’t open her eyes tells me how much she trusts me in this. “Well, we don’t have to worry about being too loud, so the Goldfinch guests don’t hear.”

I growl, too primed and needy to hold off any longer. She’s given me permission. She’s goading me too. Who am I to delay?

I drag her dress up, and she arches her back to get it off. Our efforts result in a tangle of her sundress, but when she’s finally down to her bra and panties, she’s shivering.

“Cold?”

“No.” She pulls me close for a kiss. “Sensitive. Excited.”

I scoot down the bed, stroking my hand over her stomach as I go. Before I kneel at the end of the mattress, I reach up to free her breasts from that lacy black bra.

Her hands come up, and as she cups the generous globes of smooth flesh, I groan and continue sinking back on the bed. I feel the mattress dip as she drops back to the bed, and by the time I remove her panties, baring her glistening pussy for me, she’s breathing hard and mewling from the way she’s playing with her tits.

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