Five Dates with the Billionaire - Alyssa J. Montgomery Page 0,28
heavenward and grimaced.
The obvious went unsaid. Nobody had kissed her because she generally looked so unappealing. Her disguise had been so effective, she hadn’t even been asked out on a date by the most boring, introverted and desperate staff member of the accounting department.
And that’s the way it has to be.
‘Forget I asked,’ he groaned.
‘Better still, forget it happened!’ she fired back.
‘That might be a problem.’ Connor placed his hands on her shoulders and gave her an intense look. ‘I thought it was a great kiss. Maybe the wisest course of action would be for both of us to forget it happened, but I don’t want to.’ His hand moved quickly to fish the top photo from where she’d thrown them carelessly into her tote bag. Holding it up so they could both see it, he said, ‘If it’s true that a picture paints a thousand words, I doubt you’ll be able to forget about it either.’
Connor was completely focused on her response and his intensity made her weak at the knees.
She snatched the photo from his hand and shoved it back in the bag before transferring her bag to the opposite shoulder away from him. ‘I can and I will.’ ‘Liar,’ he said softly.
‘What would be the point in remembering it?’
He reached out and perched her sunglasses on top of her head. ‘This is the point.’ Then his lips descended again.
Mia’s lips parted on a gasp a split second before his brushed over the contours of hers.
This kiss was a leisurely, teasing exploration that was so pleasurably erotic, she couldn’t contemplate resisting him. As his tongue tip flicked over her lower lip, then probed the interior of her mouth to tangle with hers, it no longer mattered why Connor was kissing her. The only thing of importance was for him to keep kissing her and not stop.
Held in the thrall of wonderment of each new, intimate sensation, Mia heard the mewl of pleasure emerging from deep in the back of her throat as her hands crept to his chest and spread over the fabric of his polo shirt.
This was exquisite.
Divine.
The only way it could possibly be better was if she could bunch up the fabric in her hands and haul the shirt up over his head so she could feel the heat of his naked flesh, learn the contours of his body and feel his strong heartbeat without the barrier between them.
The wolf whistle from a passing local would’ve gone unheeded by Mia, but Connor drew his head back and broke their kiss.
No! That’s not what she wanted. She wanted him to go on kissing her all day. Kissing her until everything else was forgotten.
His voice was husky as he said, ‘Not only is it worth remembering. It also bears repeating.’
Then let’s do it again and again.
Kiss me over and over and don’t ever stop.
It was only when Connor dropped her sunglasses into her tote bag that she realised they’d come off her head at some point and he’d held them in his hand.
Common sense told her she needed to fight for some small measure of composure, especially when they were in full view of all passers-by. ‘Connor?’
‘A good first kiss deserves a second, and a second definitely deserves a third…’
Yes, please.
The gentle introduction was over and as fabulous as it had been, she welcomed the difference.
This time, when he cupped her face with his hands, her mouth was ready for his. At least she thought it was. What she hadn’t been ready for was the passion being dialled up to scorching hot. This searing kiss made flames lick along each fibre of her being and threatened to send her into complete meltdown. It made her lean into his body to draw from his strength and to stay upright.
Unlike his other kisses, this time his mouth was a passionate furnace burning with possession, stopping the breath in her throat and making her heartbeat reverberate through her skull.
The increased pressure of his mouth made each kiss more urgent. The slick invasion of his tongue into the warm cavity of her mouth made each kiss more intimate.
The flames licked higher.
Unadulterated excitement pounded through her.
The blood in her veins beat a rapid tattoo of need at the base of her throat and in her ears.
Oh more.
She wanted so much more as she trembled against his powerfully broad frame with unfulfilled need. Even though she didn’t understand what she craved, she knew intuitively that Connor did—and that he could deliver it.