“You were,” he assured her. “Your obvious concern for me was very, very cute—-”
She tried getting up at that, and he laughed, saying, “Do you see? Very cute—-”
Ilse growled, but this only had the billionaire laughing harder.
“I am NOT cu—-” But the rest of her words disappeared in his kiss.
She tried to keep still and stay silent, but this only made the billionaire kiss her more deeply, and when she felt him fisting her hair,in broad daylight,and with so many shocked eyes glued to them, the thrilling, forbidden pleasure of it tore a whimper out of her—-
The billionaire’s lips gentled, and when he finally pulled away, Ilse wasn’t at all surprised to see the sly smile on his handsome face.
Jackass,Ilse thought even as she fought to get her bearings back.
A certifiable jackass, with his stupid habit of kissing her until his passion eviscerated her senses.
A world-class jackass, because his only goal was to have her making sounds like she was auditioning for a porn film.
But he washerjackass, and she really, really liked that it was so. This was her most mortifying secret, and Ilse had long vowed to take the secret with her to the grave.
And so when the billionaire glanced at her, she only had three words to say.
“I hate you.”
But his blue eyes only gleamed.I love you.
Argh.That was another annoying thing about Jaak de Konigh. He loved her, but he had yet to say the words.
“I hate you,” she said again, more feelingly this time. She tried using her free hand to push him off, conscious of the way they were still drawing attention. This was a particularly busy street in the city, and then there were still those schoolgirls across the street. “Jaak, I’m serious. Stop—-” He started nuzzling the side of her neck, and Ilse’s voice trailed off.
Making out in broad daylight, she thought weakly. When had she become so shameless in her personal life?
It was utterly unlike her, but even so—-
Her toes could only curl hard when the billionaire nipped the tender skin of her neck. “J-Jaak...” Even as the breathless notein her voice made her want to cringe, Ilse knew from experience that would always be how she’d sound whenever the billionaire did these thoroughly wicked things to her body.
His mouth moved to her ear, whispering, “You smell so damn good, babe.”
Ilse’s lips pursed determinedly. Oh no, he wouldn’t. He was not getting a second whimper out of her, no matter what!
The billionaire smiled at Ilse’s silence, knowing exactly what she was thinking.Silly darling. His tongue traced the curve of her ear, and he saw her lips pucker more tightly. How could she not know that she had no chance...absolutely no chance against the sexual chemistry burning between them?
“I’m addicted to the scent of your skin.”
His oh-so-cultured Queen’s English washed over her, threatening her defenses.
“If I had to choose a single word to describe it—-”
Don’t you dare succumb, Ilse!
“It would be...ambrosial.”
The too-sexy word caressed her ear, and Ilse forgot all about her good intentions, the tiniest whimper slipping past her lips.
Ambrosial!
Ambrosial!
She knew what it meant, but it was her first time to hear someone actually use the word, and goodness, it was just so—-
