Baby for the Billionaire - By Maxine Sullivan Page 0,144
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“We agreed no sex. You took me by surprise,” she sputtered.
He laughed. “A kiss is a long way from sex.”
Now he thought she was prissy. Damn. But she wasn’t going to let him roll her over. “It’s a darn good start along the road. Our bargain was that I marry you to give Dylan a stable home. No sex involved.”
“The billion-dollar baby bargain,” he said sardonically, his fingers sliding along her jawline.
“Hey—” the implication annoyed her, and his caress was unsettling “—I’m not doing this for money, you know that. I wouldn’t take a cent from you.”
But despite her heated words her bones were turning to fluid under his tantalizing touch. The citrus and male scent of him surrounded her. And the assault on her senses conspired to make her give a little shiver.
His fingertips came to rest under her chin. “Perhaps I should’ve offered you a million dollars to walk away from your custody and guardian responsibilities?”
Could he be serious? She wasn’t sure. But she decided to rid him of that notion once and for all. “You’re insane. I would never’ve taken it. Dylan is worth more than any amount of money to me.”
“And me, too.” He moved his thumb along her throat until it rested in the soft hollow beneath her ear. “Stalemate. So we’re stuck with each other.”
“But we’re not going to have sex.” She sounded ridiculously breathless.
He smiled, a slow, wolfish smile. “If you’re certain, then why is your pulse beating so fast?”
“It’s not my pulse—it’s yours you’re feeling through your thumb,” she said in a strangled voice.
Connor laughed. And her toes curled up at the sound.
“We’re going to have sex,” he said. “And like I promised, it will be far from casual.”
“You’re so arrogant,” she accused him.
“Think so?”
He moved and she squealed.
“Too late.” His arms were around her shoulders. “I’m not going to let you go.”
“But we agreed—”
“The idea of being married and not making love is …” His voice trailed away as he placed a kiss against her neck.
“Is what?” He’d taken her breath away again—along with her ability to think.
“It’s stupid.” His mouth opened hungrily against her silken skin. “Whose idea was it, anyway?”
“I don’t know.” Her voice was hoarse.
He blew softly, and shivers broke over her skin.
“Million-dollar question—what do you want me to do now, Victoria?”
Was he asking permission? Did Connor really care what she wanted? Or would he just take what he wanted and tumble away, like every man she’d ever known?
Ten
Connor felt her stiffen.
Not giving her time to gather her defenses, he licked the hollow at the base of her throat.
She jumped.
He repeated the caress. This time she groaned, and her body went soft, pliable—no sign of resistance remaining.
Her dressing gown opened with one tug of the sash that she’d tied in a bow. Underneath she wore a white, lacy confection that was likely to drive him insane.
Three buttons teased him.
It took him less than thirty seconds to unfasten them all. He brushed the neckline open, exposing the sweetly scented dip between her breasts. The slopes of her breasts glowed, pale and luminescent. Like a pair of priceless pearls.
Dana had always sported a tan. He forced his thoughts away from Dana, and stroked his hand across the rise of pale skin.
“Beautiful.”
He peeled the lace of the tab away, baring her breasts and covered her with his hands. “See? You fit inside my palms like you were made for them. Why would you want more?”
He could feel himself growing hard.
Releasing her, he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. Her hands came up and touched the bare skin of his stomach. His muscles pulled taut, and he fought back a groan of delight.
He wanted to murmur, “Touch me, touch me”. But it was too soon.
Instead he lowered his head and kissed the tips of her exposed breasts.
She arched her back, coming off the couch.
Connor opened his mouth, covering her whole nipple and used his tongue.
Victoria moaned, her eyelashes falling against her cheeks. Her head moved restlessly from side to side.
He moved across and sucked on the other nipple, until she shifted and moaned again.
“Like that?”
All he heard was a guttural sound of pure desire.
Connor blew on both nipples, and watched as they hardened and gooseflesh rippled across her breasts and belly. The hunger that took him was raw and primal in its intensity.
Lifting his own head, Connor slipped his hands under the hem of her skimpy nightgown, and stripped it off over her head.