Page 72 of The Billionaire's Ride

She climbs off the bed, revealing a stringy, white negligee that I’ve never seen before. My eyes grow wide, taking it all in. I walk toward her, checking out her smooth, slender legs, the V above her thighs, that stomach. Somehow, she looks even more enticing than before. I’ve wanted her so badly, and now she’s all mine.

“Hi, there,” she says, batting her long lashes and looking up at me.

I wrap my hand around her waist and pull her in, gazing into those gorgeous green eyes. I want to sink into them and take a swim. Kate rises on her toes, and our mouths barely touch at first. It’s as if our lips are greeting each other with a polite hello. But this is about as polite as it will get. Finally reunited, I kiss her with every ounce of yearning I’ve felt for her since she left.

Kate strips off my jacket, pulling at my T-shirt until it’s over my head. She wastes no time before she grabs my belt, hungry for what’s inside. I slide my hands down to her soft, supple hips and grab her flesh. If I could touch her bottom all day, every day, I’d be a happy man.

“I missed you,” I whisper in her ear, teasing her earlobe with my tongue.

“I missed you too.” Her voice is airy, and her body instantly melts into mine. I can never get enough of this. The way she surrenders to me.

With our lips entangled, I lay her down on the bed. She opens for me and pulls me in until my body is flush with hers as we kiss. A sweet, tantalizing moan greets my mouth. “I’ve missed your body on mine,” she says.

So much of the way she feels is familiar. Kissing her, touching her—it’s like riding a bike. But something happens that’s completely new. She holds my gaze as we kiss, and I count every fleck of jade and gold in her eyes, tangling my fingers in her dark strands.

“Make love to me, Drew,” she says.

And I want to, even though I don’t make love to women. Not the way that she’s asking me to. But for her and with her, it’ll be effortless. I pepper kisses along her jaw and down her neck as I breathe her in. She wraps her legs around me, and I slide my tongue across her collarbone and peel her lingerie strap off her shoulder. My cock is rock hard. It started the moment the plane landed an hour ago. I’ve kept my desire at bay, but now it’s begging me to plunge into her, getting that dose of a much-needed drug. I take a deep breath, tugging her lacy outfit down her silky body until I see her. All of her.

She bites her bottom lip, smiling, and begins undulating her hips, begging me to come inside. I tease her wet folds with my eager tip. How is she always so unbelievably wet? I can’t take it. My head rolls back while I try to focus. We haven’t done anything yet, and already I feel like my body’s about to explode.

Kate runs her dainty fingers up and down my shaft. Damn, I missed those hands. Finally, I slide inside her with a very warmwelcome, and I swear angels sing overhead. A shiver runs up my spine as I rock slowly into her. Deeply. Completely.

As close as we are right now, I want to be closer. I kiss her, trailing my hands all over her body. “Kate,” I whisper because everything I feel is captured in the sound of her name. She flutters her eyes open again, and we smile as our tongues play, like two kids in love. My heart races in the heat of the moment.

Holy shit. Am I in love with her? Is she in love with me? Is that why we can’t stay away from each other? The thought’s been floating in and out of my mind since she left. I keep telling myself that I can’t be. Love complicates things way more than sex. But in this moment, I don’t care about the consequences. I don’t care about anything except for this.

And for the next two hours, Kate and I are in our own little world under those soft, white sheets. My body is like a machine. I keep going and going. And she keeps coming and coming. Her legs tremble so much that I know she can use a break. I roll over beside her, both of us panting, covered in sweat. It’s by far the best welcome I’ve ever had.

Kate lies on her back, staring at the ceiling like she’s stargazing. “I’m glad you came.”

“I’m gladyoucame. Four times,” I say, grinning like a teenage boy who just found himself in bed with his crush.

She laughs. “That was the best sex we’ve ever had. Right?”

That was the best sexI’veever had, but I don’t want to say that until I know what it really means. “Definitely.”

She turns on her side, propping her head up with her hand. “I was a little nervous that it might not be the same as before. That it was just London.”

I reach for her face and pull her in for a soft kiss. My head floods with a surge of those feel-good hormones. “It wasn’t just London.”

Kate smiles and lays her head on my chest. After a while of lying there in sweet silence, she invites me up to the rooftop terrace. It’s a beautiful, warm night, and the sounds of the city fill the humid air. She opens a bottle of wine, lights a candle, and sits beside me.

“So,” she says after taking a sip of the burgundy liquid, “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” She sounds so serious that a knot forms in my gut.

“What is it?”

She sucks in a deep breath. “Today, I had lunch with a friend of mine who runs a popular gallery here in the city, and I told her how amazingly talented you are. She wants us to stop by tomorrow so she can check out your work. What do you think?”

Now, that knot doubles. “Oh, so that’s why you tricked me into bringing my portfolio.”

“It wasn’t a trick. There really is space on the wall.”

It’s sweet that she’s found a place on the wall for me. I’m happy to be on her wall. But a Manhattan gallery? I don’t know about that. “Why exactly does she want to see my work?”

She shrugs, putting on her innocent face. “To consider it for an art show. Maybe you could sell some photographs.”

I set my glass down and find myself scooting away from her. “Look, I appreciate the gesture, but if I wanted to put my work in a gallery, I would’ve done it already.”

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