Page 16 of Billionaire's Runaway

“This was the best day of my life,” he told me. “Being able to spend time with you, live life with you. I want that forever.”

“Luke…” I whispered. “You don’t know—”

“I do know. I knew it the second I saw you.”

He started to lean in, and I wrapped my arms around him, going to my toes and pulling him closer. “You felt it?”

“Yeah.”

“Me, too, Luke. I… I don’t want to sleep alone tonight,” I whispered against his lips. “I want you.”

“You’re sure?”

“You’re sure I’m yours?”

“More than I have been about anything else in my life,” he growled.

“Then take me to bed.”

Luke moved so fast that if I’d changed my mind, there wouldn’t have been time. Not that I would have. I knew what I wanted here, and that was to be with Luke. He swung me up in his arms and headed for his room upstairs in long strides. A cloud of bedding surrounded me as he dropped me, yes dropped me, onto the mattress then climbed over me. His arms and legs caged me in as he stared down at me through the shadows, his eyes almost glinting as they picked up the lights coming in through the windows.

“If I take you, if I claim you, you’re mine. All mine. I’m not sharing you, and I’m not letting you go. Do you understand me?”

My tongue skimmed over my bottom lip. That should scare me. Shouldn’t I be frightened of a man claiming he’d own me? Wasn’t that what I’d been running from? But Luke didn’t scare me. Instead, a flutter went off in my belly at the idea of belonging to him forever.

One side of my mouth lifted. “Like you would give me up or share me now? Like I don’t already belong to you?”

“I see we’re on the same page,” he growled. His fingers went to the buttons of my shirt. I covered his hands, stopping him.

“But…if I give over to you, you’re mine, too, and I don’t share. Do you understand that? I don’t do double standards, Cassel.”

“I wouldnevercheat on you,” he rasped. “I can’t even imagine anything or anyone that would take my attention from you. Even while we were apart, you consumed me. And besides that… I don’t know what kind of men have been in your life, but I’m not like them. You’re mine, and I’m yours, and that’s it.” He kissed my neck, making a path from my collarbone up to my ear, while he deftly released the buttons on my blouse.

Other men? Did he think I’d had a bunch of lovers?

I covered his hands again, and he lifted up to stare at me once more. His brows drew together.

“Luke, I’m… I’ve only been with one guy. One time. I’m not… I don’t have a bunch of experience. I never had any freedom. If I hadn’t snuck out, I wouldn’t have even had that one time.” My teeth sank into my lip, worried. Maybe, he did wanted someone more worldly, less sheltered. Somehow, that didn’t ring true.

His chin lowered as he stared into my eyes. “Past is the past. All that matters is you and me. I’ve had a hard-on for you for months.”

Oh.

“But… So, what about afterward, after we’ve been together? Then it goes away?” Was I grasping for flaws? I still couldn’t believe this man was mine.

He scoffed. “Hardly,” he laughed. “Afterward, you’ll be mine. And you’ll be lucky if we aren’t fucking on every accommodating surface we can find, flat or not, as often as possible.”

Oh. Oh! My body went all soft and wet at his assertion—well, softer and wetter.

The things he said just fried my brain, sizzled all circuits and sent me scrambling for new connections. My lips moved, trying to form words while he finished unbuttoning me and shoved the shirt down my shoulders. At the same time, he kissed every inch of flesh he exposed along the way.

“I think I like that idea,” I gasped.

“Good,” he chuckled against my skin. He flicked open the front release on my bra, shoved aside a cup then drew his tongue over the puckered peak. “Then we have a plan. I claim you, you’re mine, and I’m yours. Then we fuck like proverbial bunnies from now until the end of time.”

“Uh-huh,” I cried out as he sucked on that nipple, sending ribbons of white-hot sensation twisting down to my core. I bucked beneath him, calling out his name. My hands tore at his sweater. He helped me tug it off then went right back to his torment to the pebbled tip. I shoved my fingers into his thick, dark locks, holding him there while he sucked and licked. His hand molded the mound. Then the other joined, learning the dimensions of my other breast. He pinched and pulled at the tip, and my pussy flooded in reaction. I knew when he touched me, I’d be embarrassingly slick for him. So ready for his cock.

My hands slid down the muscular expanse of his bare back until they reached his waistband. Undeterred, I slipped my fingertips just beneath it. Luke moaned against me, shifting. His covered cock thrust against my center, and lights flashed across my vision. Holy…

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