Shopping for a Billionaire 2(22)
Author: Julia Kent

He cocks one eyebrow and my lady parts all faint from sheer overwhelm.

“Did I pass?” His slow smile makes me melt.

“My cat coughed up the mouse right before you arrived,” I confess.

“Your sister told me.” He laughs. “I seem to bring some kind of trouble whenever I’m around you.”

My turn to raise an eyebrow, because—huh? He’s taking this on? I’m the one who has a dark cloud of surreal weirdness hovering over her. And I don’t mean my mother.

“It’s not you. It’s me,” I say.

“Don’t you need to save that line for when we break up?”

“We’re not together—” He cuts me off with a kiss that makes my toes curl, then pulls back, his palm caressing my jaw, thumb rubbing against the exact spot where my pulse was jamming like a reggae band.

“Let’s go drink wine in the woods and gorge on chocolate-covered strawberries,” he says, pulling away. He throws the car in reverse and begins to pull out of the spot.

“Are you sure you’re not part female?” I joke.

His eyes are dark and smoky, with a possessiveness I now know I’m not imagining. A raw attraction makes the air between us seem electrified. The car comes to a halt and he’s on me, mouth and hands everywhere, the interior space of the SUV narrowing to a pinprick, as if all time and space were in his palms, the soft skin of his mouth, the eager need of his tongue. My hands sink into his hair, roam down his neck and over his shoulders, our mouths and arms and legs searching for some truth we need to take a lot of time to find.

“Apparently I have something to prove,” he says, breathing hard against my ear, my fingers pausing at his waist, wanting to pull his shirt up so I can touch his hot skin. His chest rises and falls, pushing into my own yielding flesh as I burn with need for him. If I weren’t sitting in the passenger seat of a car my legs would wrap around his waist of their own volition and I’d violate public indecency laws right here in my own driveway, stripping us both na**d and steaming the windows.

“You do?” is all I can manage to say.

“I’m all man, Shannon. Let’s make sure you know it by the time the night is over.” His eyes bore into mine. He is the only thing in the world right now. A thin sheen of sweat covers me, making his body slide against mine, our shirts tangled along with our limbs. My ni**les tingle and I feel a direct line between every molecule in the space between us and my giant, throbbing self.

I can feel how much man he is.

I reach for him, pulling his head to mine, my own boldness a swift surprise. He doesn’t need to prove one damn thing to me.

“Just kiss me like that again,” I whisper.

He doesn’t answer with words.