“If you think I’m bad, you should meet my brother.”
“You’re more than enough.”
His smile continued, but his gaze sharpened. “You’ve got a quick mouth on you.”
“Thank you.”
“I wonder what else your mouth can do.” His smile faded away, but the intensity remained in his eyes. He made his moves one after another, seducing me without even trying. Maybe he was an excellent entrepreneur, but making panties drop was his next best skill set.
“You’ll never know.” I finished my glass then took a drink of his.
He watched my movements, not protesting when I helped myself to his booze. When the glass was back on the table, he moved his fingers under my chin and slowly forced my gaze toward his.
I easily could have fought it—but I didn’t even try.
“Yes, I will.” He moved his hand into my hair as he pulled me in for a kiss. He cradled my head against his palm then kissed me softly on the lips, giving me a tender embrace that was nothing like what he gave the other women. This was purposeful, soft, and so slow that it made my legs shake.
I’d just watched him kiss those other women minutes ago, and instead of being disgusted by being the third in line, all I could think about was how good his mouth tasted. His cologne was purely masculine, and when I felt his hard muscles brush against me, I wanted to sink my nails into his skin. My thighs tightened, and I breathed into his mouth as my hand gripped his thigh under the table. He was a solid rock under my fingertips, pure muscle stretching denim. My mouth naturally matched his cadence, moving past his and receiving his tongue with vigor. I sucked his bottom lip before I gave him mine. There was nothing I liked about this man besides his looks, and I never thought I could have such an incredible kiss with a man I could barely tolerate. I had never experienced lust quite like this, where physical attraction was more important than anything else.
His kiss slowed to a gradual halt. His final embrace was a gentle suck on my bottom lip. Just like an intense workout, he gave me a nice cooldown before he ended it altogether. He pulled his face away while his eyes were still glued to my lips. “Let’s go.” He took my hand and guided me out of the booth.
I didn’t appreciate being told what to do. I didn’t appreciate the assumption that I would go to bed with him just because he kissed me. But my eyes stayed on the prize, and I focused on why I was there in the first place.
To save my father.
We walked into the building and took the elevator to the top floor. There was no one in the lobby and the sidewalk was deserted, so I assumed he owned the entire building. A multibillionaire probably protected his privacy above all else—even if he had to drop millions on an entire building.
The doors opened to a luxurious living room and the sound of classical music in the background.
But I didn’t have a chance to look around for clues before I was yanked into his arms for a kiss. His hand gripped the hair tie that kept my hair in place then he yanked out the remaining pins hidden in my brown hair. His mouth continued to move with mine, and he was much more aggressive than he’d been at the club. He gripped my ass then scooped me up before he carried me down the hallway.
My arms circled his neck, and I continued to kiss him, feeling my arousal seep into my panties. It’d been over a month since I’d had a man in my bed, and the sex hadn’t been all that great. There was no doubt in my mind this man knew how to fuck—so I decided to enjoy it.
I explored his shoulders and back through the cotton shirt and imagined how he would look in nothing but his birthday suit. He would be just as gorgeous, but even better because his package was probably impressive. A man couldn’t be so arrogant unless he was packing a big dick in his pants.
He lowered me onto the bed and kissed me for a few more seconds before he rose to his feet and pulled his shirt over his head. He was carved out of marble, the lines separating