The Billionaire's Seduction (The Billionaire's Temptation #1) - J. S. Cooper Page 0,12

pulling me with him. We walked out of the bar without saying a word and Bradley hailed a cab. We sat in the back of the car in silence. Bradley played with my hair, and I wondered if I was doing the right thing. I’d never had a one-night stand before. I didn’t know what was expected or if I was experienced enough to satisfy him. The buzz I’d gotten from my drink was fading, and now I wondered if I had jumped into something I shouldn’t have.

Bradley seemed to have read my mind because he pulled me in close for an embrace and I melted against his lips, once again feeling overcome by lust as I felt his tongue in my mouth. I didn’t even realize that we had arrived at his apartment until he pulled me out of the cab. I followed behind him in a daze and we locked lips again as soon as we got to his elevator. When we got to his floor, I realized he lived in the penthouse apartment. I wanted to ask him what he did for a living; he had to be pretty rich if he lived in a penthouse in Manhattan.

“Wow, this is beautiful,” I spoke breathlessly as I looked around. His place was huge. Probably bigger than any houses or apartments I’d ever been in before in my life. And the view of the city was amazing. “This is gorgeous.” I paused to look at him. “What do you do, Bradley?”

“Shh.” He placed a finger over my lips and pulled me closer to him, crushing my breasts into his chest. I let his lips silence me. I didn’t really want to know what he did. I didn’t want to know him as more than a moody man that I slept with once. I had a habit of getting too emotionally connected to guys. The less I knew about him the better and the less chance for him to ask me more questions. Tonight was about having fun and getting laid. Nothing less and nothing more. “Open your eyes.” He pulled away from me and stared deeply into my eyes. “I want you to know exactly who is making love to you tonight.”

“Um, don’t you mean fucking me?” The words tripped out of my mouth carelessly, feeling coarse and vulgar, but it felt weird hearing him saying the words, make love. Who was he kidding? We barely knew each other. This was a fuck, even if it sounded crude to my ears.

“I don’t fuck, Sarah. I make love.” His voice was low and smooth. “I make sweet gentle love.” I stared at him in awe as he put one of my fingers into his mouth and sucked on it. I swear I nearly came right then and there.

“Uh, okay.” I couldn’t think of any smart retort. All I wanted was to be in this man’s bed.

“Come.” He led me into a huge room, it was bigger than my whole apartment, and picked me up. I wriggled in his arms, embarrassed because I knew I was no lightweight. “Stop moving.” He plopped me down on the bed and sat next to me then pulled his shirt off. I gulped as I stared at his chest. It was smooth and toned with a small scar by his bellybutton. I looked at it in amazement. I think I must have looked at it for too long because he grabbed my chin and pulled my face up. “What are you staring at?”

“Your scar,” I breathed. “Not because it’s repulsive or anything,” I spoke quickly, not wanting him to feel bad. “It’s actually quite beautiful.” I laughed uncomfortably as his eyes glazed over. I could feel my body heating up at his stare and I moved around on the bed.

“That’s one of the nicest compliments I’ve ever gotten.” He smiled at me. The first genuine smile he’d ever given me. “You are quite the woman, Sarah Smith.”

I pushed him down onto his back quickly. This was not the time for me to think he was a nice guy. I slid on top of him and leaned down to kiss him and moaned against his mouth as I felt him pull my top off. My naked breasts rubbed against his chest and I felt his hands rubbing my back.

“Well, aren’t you a wild one?” He rolled me over onto my back so that he was on top of me and I felt my stomach doing flip-flops