The Billionaire's Betrayal (Highest Bidder #3) - Carmen Falcone Page 0,30
an inch. “Maybe I wanted to be close to you, Madam,” he said, in that deep, rich, Texan accent that had first gotten her in trouble.
“Don’t,” she whispered. “Don’t pretend you’re not here only because of your planet-sized guilt and compulsion to play Sherlock Holmes.”
“I’m not keeping anything from you, Alexa,” he said, leaning closer. She stepped back, bumping into the concrete wall. Drips of water kept sliding down the roof, dampening her hair. Another part of her was damp, too, shamelessly so. “Not anymore. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
She cleared her throat, telling herself to behave.
Flecks of gold flickered in his rich brown eyes, and a close-lipped, apologetic smile formed on his handsome face. “I’m here to find out what really happened to my sister. But this chemistry between us makes it hard for me to think.”
She inhaled, her chest rising and falling with each gulp. His gaze slid down her neck, and her nipples tightened in a silent invitation for some action. If she could fire her erogenous zones, she would. She parted her lips, but no sound came out.
He lifted his hand to her neck, without touching her, but hovering within a breath of her skin. Warmth passed between them, the air around them suddenly humid and thick. “If you’re honest with me, and with yourself, you’ll agree. You want me, too.”
She shifted her attention to his hand, how nice it’d feel buried between her legs, parting her folds, teasing her clit to exhilaration. The image stirred her up inside. “Sexual desires don’t dictate how I live my life,” she said with a weak voice, the type of tone she’d never used until Brooks stormed into her life.
“No. But denying them can make your life hell.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I’m trying to keep from touching you, and all I can think about is how I miss your luscious legs around me. Fucking you deep and hard. Making you come again and again.”
She moaned. Her blood thrummed in her veins with the urgency of a mayday alert. Instead of giving her what she craved, he took her hand and placed it on his heart. A haze of lust fogged her vision, sending her on a dizzy spell, but he circled one hand around her waist. She gasped, feeling his heart pound under her touch. Splaying her fingers around his chest, she lifted her gaze to his, finding flecks of brown gold. “Brooks,” she pleaded.
He lowered his hand to her neck, the main vein jumping at his caress. “I want you, Alexa, more than I’ve ever wanted any woman,” he said under his breath, agony lacing his voice.
She chewed her inner cheek, barely able to rationalize. She wished she could say no, because would she forgive herself if she said yes? A lump formed in her throat. She willed her body to move, to fight the attraction, but she couldn’t jerk herself away from him, couldn’t stop regarding him. His eyes…
His gaze spoke of lust and raw desire, but there was a soulful spark reminding her of all he’d done for his sister. Yes, he’d lied to her, but to protect a sibling. He’d lied because he’d cared for someone enough.
“No more lies, I promise,” he said. Maybe he’d seen her conundrum on her face. “I need to be inside you more than the air I breathe right now. But if you don’t feel the same, I’ll stop. Tell me what you want.”
Damn. If I have sex right now, I’m responsible. I can’t blame it on him seducing me anymore. Fuck, she couldn’t hate him for being loyal to his sister. Besides, he did things to her body no one had ever done before. She took a deep breath. It’s my choice. And that choice was almost as dangerous as what she was about to say.
…
Brooks withdrew his hand from her, even if his heart skipped a beat. He could have swept her off to Pleasureland, but he needed her to be sure she wanted to have sex with him. With him, Brooks Taylor, the bastard who had betrayed her—unworthy of making love to her, but unable to stop trying.
Her pupils dilated, darkening her eyes to a rich cobalt. She lifted her chin, angling her head so close to his, he could dip and kiss her. “Tell me,” he whispered. His cock throbbed, the pounding of blood racing through his veins so powerful, he had to will himself to keep upright and in control.