The Billionaire’s Favorite Mistake (Page 34)

“You look great today,” he told her. She really did. That red made her lips look like cherries ready to be tasted, and when she moved, he could see her breasts sway under the thin fabric. So, yeah, he was digging it.

She waved a hand at him, dismissing his compliment. “You don’t have to suck up to me. I’m stuck here whether I want to be here or not.”

Ego on the floor once more. Chuckling, Asher shut the door behind her.

“Did you read the notes I printed for you?” she asked, setting her purse down and moving into the living room.

“I studied them all last night,” he told her. He might have also jerked off while imagining Greer’s mouth moving over his cock, but he was a guy, not a saint.

“Great! So then if you’ve got them down, this shouldn’t be too onerous.” She actually looked pleased. “Maybe we can get this done quickly and I can go back to the castle. I’ve still got several calls I need to make.”

Get it over with quickly? Over his dead body. “Don’t get too carried away. Like I said, I’m probably going to need a fair amount of practice.”

“Yes, but you’ve been educating yourself. That should go a long way.” She looked entirely too pleased as she gestured to the couch. “Should I sit again?”

“Please do.”

She moved to the couch and sat delicately on the edge, then crossed her feet and clasped her hands and looked expectantly at him.

The urge to push her down on the couch and cover her body with his was nearly overwhelming. Down, boy. “You should take off your glasses so we don’t smudge them.” Because I fully intend on kissing that patient look off your face. That, and I don’t want you to notice the massive hard-on I’m sporting simply by being in your presence.

“Good idea.” She folded her glasses and set them on the end table as he took the opportunity to move next to her. When she squinted at him, he wanted to grin. Why was it adorable that she was as blind as a bat?

“You ready?” he asked.

“Lay one on me,” she said cheerfully. And then she braced herself.

The woman really did clobber his ego every chance she got. Time to show her that he wasn’t as incompetent as she assumed. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer. She stiffened, but relaxed when he didn’t attack her. Nor did she position herself as if she was waiting for his kiss. She just looked up at him, a little impatient.

“I read we should probably both tilt our heads,” he told her. “The angle helps things.”

“Oh, okay.” She tilted her head a little and pushed her chin out toward him. “How’s this?”

Damn, she was cute. Asher leaned in and put his fingers to her chin, coaxing her form to the perfect angle for his mouth. This close, he loved looking at her. The deep red of her mouth was inviting, her lips full and lush. Her eyes closed as he approached, and her long lashes looked like they’d been dusted with dark feathers. How had he never noticed Greer before? He couldn’t stop staring at her now. Hell, he felt like he could gaze happily for hours at the sharp line of her cheekbone or the way her face formed a perfect heart when her hair was pulled back like it was today.

“Are you going to kiss me or do you have buyer’s remorse?” she murmured, eyes still closed.

“Just working on my plan of attack,” he told her. “Be patient.”

One eyebrow raised, and he wanted to kiss it. Actually, that was what he decided to do. Leaning in, he brushed his lips over her brow in a gentle kiss.

She jerked backward, her eyes going wide. “What was that?”

“A kiss?”

Greer looked adorably flustered and so confused. “I thought . . . we were going to practice, you know, on the mouth. That’s the part you were bad at.” She was breathing heavy, her breasts rising and falling in that silky top. Great, now he was imagining her dark nipples again. Fuuuck.

“I figured I should cover all the bases. You know, all kinds of kissing.” And here you said I wasn’t any good at foreplay. How he managed to keep a straight face, he didn’t know. “We’ve still got three days left in the week to conquer the rest of kissing.”

“Oh.” Her voice was soft. “Well, all right.” She licked her lips—god, those lips—and then moved closer to him again.

“I’ll need you to stay still,” he chided her. “Unless I do something wrong, and then if I do, you need to tell me that you didn’t like it, all right?”

She nodded slowly. “I will.” Her eyes closed again.

Asher wondered if she’d hit him if he pulled her against him and buried his face in her gorgeous, high breasts. Probably. It’d probably be worth the hit, too. But he restrained himself and cradled her smaller form against him, intent on his original plan. He leaned in and kissed her brow again, and noticed that a tremor shot through her. Trembling with . . . desire? Fear? “You okay?”

She nodded again, silent.

“You should probably put your arms on me somewhere. If we were dating, you’d probably want to touch me.”

Her eyes snapped open at that. “We’re not dating and maybe I don’t want to touch you.”

“Maybe I’m not the only one who needs to work on my love words.”

Her cheeks flushed and she slapped a hand on his bicep. “Happy?”

“Thrilled.” Asher leaned in again. She shivered as he leaned in close, and his dick got incredibly hard. Goddamn. She was reacting to him, wasn’t she? He pressed a kiss on her other eyebrow and then pulled back. Her nipples were hard against the thin fabric of her shirt, and he had to bite back a groan. Fuck. This was going to be pure torture. “That okay?” His voice sounded ragged even to his own ears.