Page 39 of Billionaire Undeceived - Devon

Yeah, we’d texted every day, but I was quickly realizing that texting didn’t cut it for me.

I wanted to see her face.

I wanted to hear her voice again, even if she was giving me hell for something.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and was out of my seat the moment the plane came to a stop.

By the time the pilot opened the exit door and lowered the stairs, I was so eager to get out of the plane that I bolted down the steps.

I jogged toward Reese the moment I saw her standing next to her compact SUV.

I stopped abruptly in front of her and just soaked in her welcoming, radiant smile.

“Hi,” she said softly as she put a welcoming hand on my arm. “Welcome home. I missed you.”

Fuck this shit!

Although I wanted to hear that she’d missed me, I needed more than a polite greeting at the moment.

I dropped my bag, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her like a lover who had been away for months.

The small moan deep in her throat and the fact that she quickly wrapped her arms around my neck was all of the encouragement I needed to kiss her like a man possessed.

I lost my head so badly that I was never quite sure how long we stayed locked in that passionate embrace in the middle of the airstrip, but I didn’t give a shit.

I finally had what I’d been wanting all damn week, and I wasn’t letting her go before I was ready to do it.

Fuck knew that I wanted a whole lot more, but I’d take whatever I could get from her to try to satisfy the primitive instincts I had for this woman.

She made me crazy, and I was damn tired of trying to pretend that she didn’t.

“I missed you, too,” I said in a husky voice when we finally came up for air.

“We just did it again,” she said breathlessly, not sounding the least bit repentant.

I shook my head. “I don’t give a shit,” I told her as I stoked her silky, auburn hair. “And I’m not going to say we shouldn’t have done it or that it will never happen again. I’m sick of pretending that I can keep the chemistry between the two of us under control. I can’t.”

“Okay,” she agreed happily as she stroked a lock of hair from my forehead. “I’m sick of pretending, too. Feel free to kiss me whenever you want. Touch me whenever you want. Take me up on that friends with benefits offer if you want, and you’re sure you can go to bed with a woman you don’t know completely. I’m tired of everything, Devon. All I know is that I want you like I’ve never wanted another man in my entire life. I don’t care if you don’t give me forever. I’m living my life day by day, and I really don’t want to have regrets.”

Christ!How was I supposed to respond tothat?

I wanted Reese in the same way she wanted me, and it was hell knowing that she was willing to have a fling on my terms.

Maybe I didn’t know everything about her, but my gut trusted her.

“You deserve more than a fling,” I said hoarsely as I ran my finger down the soft skin of her cheek.

“What if I don’t want more than that?” she asked as our gazes locked together. “What if I can never have more than that? What if I just want to take whatever I can have right now because there can’t be anything else? I’m starting to think that something is better than nothing. You don’t want a commitment, and I honestly can’t have one right now. Does that really mean we shouldn’t grab what happiness and pleasure we can find at the moment?”

I didn’t know what in the hell she was saying, but I definitely understood her point.

“Just think about it,” she suggested. “I’m not asking you to take me to bed today or tomorrow. I just wanted you to know that I feel different today than I did two weeks ago. I’ve been cautious all of my life. Maybe having a fling would be good for me, but you’re the only guy I’d ever trust enough to take that leap.”

Hell, it was ironic that I finally had her trust, but now I didn’t want to push her for information she didn’t want to give me yet.

Think about it?

I’d probably do nothing else now that she’d told me that she was willing.

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