Hot Player (Hot Billionaire Daddies #7) - Suzanne Hart Page 0,49
me off with a smile and a shrug.
“You could be right. They are crazy about each other, crazy about their daughter. I don’t think anything could bring Reed down as long as he has them in his life.”
This is getting complicated. It feels strange for me to hear Kirk speak about love and relationships like this. I’m not sure why. Do I have feelings for him? How could I? This is supposed to be nothing. Just some casual fun with a really fun guy. But I can feel a tightness in my chest. I didn’t know he was capable of understanding relationships in this way, but now that I’ve heard him speak about it—it makes me anxious. Am I being needy? What do I expect from him?
“Kim?” he says my name, interrupting my thoughts. I stare at him and notice how he’s trying to study and analyze the look on my face. I can feel the back of my neck burning up. I need to do something. Anything to make this feeling go away. The last thing I want to do is go soft on him.
This isn’t supposed to turn into a soppy weekend!
I put my drink down and reach for his hand.
“Take me upstairs, now,” I say in my sultriest voice.
Kirk seems surprised at first, and then he lets his hand wander along my arm, up my shoulder, until he is gripping me by the back of my neck. He pulls me to himself.
I open my mouth to welcome him in, and we are kissing, right there at the bar for everyone to see. But this is Las Vegas; nobody notices.
I can feel the urgency with which he is kissing me. I kiss him back harder. We have both been waiting the whole day to rip each other’s clothes off.
Kirk pulls away, leaving me panting for more. He grabs my hand and yanks me off the barstool. We are running across the bar. It feels almost as exhilarating as it did this afternoon when he was flying that plane!
I can’t stop giggling.
We run to the elevator and inside it; we are kissing, feeling each other up. There isn’t an inch on my body that he hasn’t touched.
We tumble out of the elevator. I’m not even sure of where we’re going, but he seems to know the way. He lifts me up in his arms, and I wrap my legs around him as we push our way into the suite.
The door slides open with the touch of his key card, and then it slides automatically shut. The lights come on, but they’re dull. Atmospheric.
Kirk is still kissing me, carrying me, spinning me around. Then my back is to the wall, he lifts my arms up, pinning them back.
He kisses me harder, then pulls away, trailing down my chin and neck with his tongue. His face is between my breasts. I can feel him breathing me in. My legs are still wrapped around him. My muscles are all tensed up. This time, I don’t feel an ounce of self-consciousness.
I know exactly what I want, and he is going to give it to me.
I reach for his clothes while he kisses my shoulders, my arms…I pop open his shirt, flip it over his torso. I need to feel his muscles. The shape of his body.
I touch his bulging biceps, the way they move under his skin as he molds and shapes me to himself.
His fingers are taking control of my dress. He slides off the straps, searches for the zip. Pulls my dress off.
I’ve selected my sexiest set of lingerie for tonight. A bold pink silk set. I see the way his eyes brighten when he sees it. I love his reaction; it makes me giggle.
“What are you doing to me!” he growls, grabbing me again and feeling me up. He squeezes my breasts. His big hands travel all over me, down my belly, then back to my bra so he can unhook it.
While he fiddles with my panties, I undo his pants. I have never felt this bold with a man’s body before. Kirk Silvers is intimidating. He is rich, powerful, and intelligent. If there is any man I should feel self-conscious around, it is him. But I don’t.
There’s something about the way he looks at me. He makes me feel like I’m the last woman on Earth. Like this is it. This is our only chance, and we have to make the most of it.