Page 45 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
I frown. "You are not making any sense at all."
She flings her arms up, "Says the man who is the epitome of all things sane, huh?"
I rub the back of my neck. Well, damn, "You have me there." I drop my arm to my side. "There’s a method to my madness, while you are—"
"Spontaneous? Interesting?"
"A little confusing is what I’d go for."
She presses her lips together, "Hmm."
"I have to admit that it piques my curiosity though."
Her head whips around, "Oh, my God. You realize what you did?"
"What?"
"You gave me a compliment." She shoots out a hand and places a palm against my temple, "Are you feeling okay? Not dizzy or anything?"
Blood rushes to my face, the rest of it to my groin. If she looks down, she’ll see exactly what her touch is doing to me. How engorged I am. How her nearness crawls under my skin and coils in my gut, urging me to lean in closer… closer.
"Admit it, that you needed an excuse to touch me."
Her lips purse, "You and your ego—"
"Are made for each other."
"Which is unlike what I can say about the two of us." She withdraws her hand.
"Oh, no, you don’t." I shoot my arm out and catch her wrist.
"Let me go."
"You should have thought of that before you came back to my lair, little Bird."
"It’s not as if I had a choice."
"You always have a choice."
"Easy for you to say that, from your position of power."
"Everything you see here? I fought for it. I created my future and now I am giving you a chance to do the same."
"Right." She tosses her head and her scent deepens. A pulse beats to life at my wrists, my temples, even at the backs of my eyelids.
"Why did you come back?"
"Not to be insulted by you, that’s for sure."
"That’s for me to decide."
She glances away, her breathing harsh in the still night.
I rub circles over her delicate wrist, "Tell me."
Her pulse rate ratchets up, mirroring mine. Bloody hell. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and I haven’t kissed her yet. Something hot coils in my chest. My mouth waters. "Say it."
Her chest rises and falls. Her features twist. Then she squares her shoulders, peers up into my face, "Your money. I need the money, of course."
