Then he’d suck my nipples until they tingled and ached and my sex couldn’t take it anymore. He’d drive his powerful hand against me and?—
Stop. Stop it now.
“Are you an eccentric billionaire or something?” I joke.
His lip twitches slightly. His smiles come with a price. And I feel like doing a little victory dance when I earn one. “What makes you say that, Rose?”
“Your curtain is open. The inside looks pretty fancy to me.”
He turns as if to confirm. Faces me with another twitching smirk. “You’re observant.”
“You don’t need to sound so surprised …”
“Is that pause for me to give you my name?”
I laugh. Half nerves and half something else. I’ve never gotten this wet so fast. It’s so inappropriate. We’re not even doing anything sexual. But my body aches like it was made for him. An insane thought. Doesn’t stop the aching though.
“It’s Lex,” he says. “Alexei.”
“Nice to meet you,” I reply.
“Hmm.”
“Hmm … is that a good or a badhmm?”
Okay, sue me. I love making him smile.
I stick my hand out.
He stares at it for another long pause. A tremble moves through his body as if he’s worried what touching me will do to him.
Eventually he takes my hand. Tension sparks between us. A warmth I don’t even fully understand pulses through me. Tugs at my suddenly sizzling lips and makes my nipples blaze with even greater heat.
Sweat slides down my neck, under my clothes. I wish the hotness was his touch instead.
I quickly yank my hand away.
There’s no avoiding it now. Unless his underwear is bunched up weirdly, he’s got a bulge. A thick impossible-to-ignore sign of how much I excite him. Me?
“I should get going,” he growls. Like he’s angry at me for making him want me so bad. Or at himself for losing control …
Join the club.
“Lots of business, huh, Mr Secret Billionaire?”
He grits his teeth. “You don’t want any part of my business, Rose. But if that man comes back, you let me know. I won’t let anybody intimidate you.”
He walks toward his house, arms wide. His back muscles are visible through his shirt, huge and tight. My fingers twitch as I imagine sinking my fingernails into his firmness.
He slams his door. Leaves me reeling and wondering how I let myself get so excited so fast.
That’s not fair. Is it?
I didn’tletmyself get excited.Heexcited me.
Without even trying.
After the yard work,I take a shower. Try to avoid the temptation that pulses through me as the water slides down my body. I squeeze my legs together and try to focus on the reason I came in here.
