Page 38 of Billion-Dollar Dating Game

She paused. She’d kind of thought that was the point.

‘You need to learn to please yourself.’ He reached into his pocket and pulled out a foil strip of condoms and held them out to her. ‘Do what you want. How you want. You need to figure out what you want and what you like.’

She still didn’t quite understand.

‘Tonight you’re taking the lead,’ he added with a mocking grin.

And that was not what she wanted. At all. She just wanted him to sweep her back into that fiery caldron—to seduce her. Completely. She had no idea how or where to begin.

He watched her for another moment and that smile softened. ‘Okay, look, given your inexperience, I’m gonna assume you’ve never seen a naked man before. Shall I strip for you?’

‘Well.’ She took the protection and gripped it ridiculously tightly. ‘You did say you wanted to dance.’

‘You want me to put some music on?’

‘No,’ she snapped. ‘No more time wasting. Strip. Do it now.’

He chuckled delightedly but began unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly. One button after another, captivating her as his skin was revealed. His chest was gorgeous—broad, muscled, a smattering of hair that trailed down...

Her fingertips tingled. He tossed the shirt to the floor, then his hands went to his belt.

‘Look. Touch. Don’t touch,’ he muttered, holding her gaze as he worked the buckle. Then the button. The zipper. ‘Dance with me. Whatever you want. However fast. However slow. Your choice.’ He shoved down his trousers and stepped out of them.

She drew in a sharp breath.

‘You know I was in a car accident,’ he said ruefully. ‘It was probably on that stupid poster about me at school.’

It hadn’t been on the poster, but she knew—though not any personal details. She’d never seen scars like this. His thigh was like patchwork. ‘You studied from home while you recovered.’

‘Rehab took a long time. There are a few metal pins. I set off airport security alarms—’

He set off every alarm—warning, dangerously charming man ahead. ‘So basically you’re bionic now.’

‘It doesn’t hinder my performance if that’s what you’re worried about.’

‘I’m not worried.’ She stepped closer. ‘But I don’t think I want aperformance.’

‘Right.’ He shoved down his boxers.

Skylar stared. Super-hot and super...stunned. Just stunned.

‘Skylar?’

‘Mmmm?’

‘Did you run this morning?’ he asked, slowly walking towards her.

‘Of course,’ she answered on auto. ‘I haven’t missed a Saturday-morning run in more than two years.’

‘Impressive.’

Yeah, that wasn’t what was impressive here. He was completely, beautifully naked.

‘It makes you feel good?’

‘Yes,’ she mumbled. She couldn’t take her eyes off his body—his smooth olive skin, the sleek muscles, the rippling abs, the slim hips, the...

‘Why don’t we find out what else makes you feel good.’

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