I was not getting married or having a foursome right now. The fact that this billionaire, who could have literally anything, was open to hitching his horse to mine was beyond me.
“I get it. Right now, I want to finish cleaning up and get dressed.”
“Sounds good, but first… there’s something I need to do before we move on.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he whispered, leaning closer, our lips a mere breath away.
He needed a kiss, and for some reason that felt scarier than my lips on his cock. I waited, nervous but ready, as he closed that final inch to press his lips against mine.
It was a simple kiss and not what I expected. He kissed me tenderly, like he had all the time in the world to enjoy each peck. No heated devouring, or body possession that I knew he was capable of.
He took his time ending the kiss then pulled away with a smile.
“I thought you were gonna maul me or try to suck out my soul.”
Again… I wished I could nail my lips shut. No wonder Piper said wild things. It was hereditary. She didn’t get it from her dad, this came solely from me, though I’d never admit it out loud.
Rylan scooted me to the side, and we rose to our feet together.
“Not today. I only maul my prey and suck out their souls on Thursdays.”
He rinsed off one last time then stepped out of the shower. I laughed and stepped into the water he vacated. He’d witnessed the unhinged side of me, and for reasons unknown he didn’t run away. I would have.
I finished cleaning myself then stepped out to a fresh towel waiting in Rylan’s hand.
“Thanks.” I dried off while trying not to stare at his muscles too much. I obviously failed, but I don’t think anyone could have won that game.
“I’ll grab you some clothes.” He stepped out of the bathroom and returned moments later with sweatpants and a shirt.
“I’ll bring them back,” I promised.
“I can get new ones if you don’t.” He shrugged and left to get dressed.
I slipped his clothes on and sniffed for good measure. Lavendar and mint.
He caught me sniffing when I stepped out of the bathroom, and I immediately straightened. “It’s the same fabric softener I use.” Flustered, I attempt to shrug off my weirdness. “Right. Um, I probably have half an hour left. Mind if I chill for a bit?”
“Of course.”
He moved to the couch and patted the cushion beside him. He said this was whatever I wanted it to be. Cuddling didn’t seem like a bad idea. It didn’t mean I had to take him up on the offer of marriage.
Cuddling could just be cuddling.
“I haven’t met a billionaire before, but I never thought they’d be like you.”
“You’ve never read romance novels? I’m just like every hot, love-sick billionaire in fiction.”
I stared at him like he’d spoken an alien language. He’d just compared himself to every billionaire in romance. There was no stopping my laughter.
“Oh my God. You didn’t just say that.”
“Pretty sure I was the inspiration behind that trend,” he continued, and I laughed so hard I thought I’d pee on his couch.
“You’re so beautiful when you laugh.” He grinned and those words slowed my humor fit.
“Okay, Mr. Romance Trendsetter. You can stop impressing me now.”
