Touching the Billionaire - Holly Jaymes Page 0,57

by ear and see what happened.

My grandparents were slightly disappointed, but certainly understanding when we packed up and headed back to the city so Nadine could meet with her boss boyfriend for dinner that night. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to get back to New York and to see Theo, and where this thing between us might go. The hundred-mile trip back seemed to take longer than the drive to my grandparents, and I supposed that had to do with the eagerness of wanting to get home and see Theo.

When we arrived home, we both hurried up to the condo. Nadine immediately disappeared, taking a shower to get cleaned up for her date that evening, despite the fact it was still a couple hours away. Because I wanted to give her moral support, I stayed with her, helping her choose her dress and giving advice on her makeup and hair, even though I really wanted to take the elevator up to the twentieth floor to see Theo.

Finally, I was sending her out the door down to meet the car to take her to the restaurant. I hoped to hell that he had good news for her. I hoped he cared for her, because it was crystal clear that she cared for him.

Once she was gone, I checked myself to make sure that I was presentable too. I didn’t dress up fancy or do my hair and makeup, but I did want to look nice. When I felt presentable, I left the condo and got into the elevator riding up to the twentieth floor. I walked down to Theo’s condo and knocked on the door, surprised by the skitter of nerves I felt. I hadn’t let him know that I was coming. I hoped he was surprised in a good way. I hoped he wasn’t entertaining somebody else. If he was, I’d have to punch him in the throat. But no, Theo wasn’t like that now. He may have had a reputation as a ladies’ man, but I knew him well enough to know that it wasn’t who he was anymore.

The door opened and Theo stood there in running shorts with no shirt and sweat gleaming off his chest. Yum. My body quivered.

“Madeline,” he said with a look of surprise.

“I’m back.” I wanted to grab him and run my tongue over every inch of his sweaty, sexy chest, but since I wasn’t quite sure if he was eager to see me, I stayed where I was.

He stepped forward and reached for me, but then immediately stepped back. “I'm just back from a run. I’m all sweaty. I don’t want to get you messed up.”

“I don’t care. You look really sexy.” I stepped in, planting my hands on his shoulders and doing exactly what I wanted to do, sliding my mouth over his pec and gently sucking his nipple.

He groaned as his hands gripped my hips. Then in a quick move, he scooped me up.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“To the shower. I’m going to get clean and fuck you at the same time.”

My girly parts were already tingling. “Is it really possible to have sex in the shower? It seems dangerous.”

“It’s just like fucking up against a door, except a little wetter.”

He was right. Having sex in the shower was like having sex against the door, only wetter. It was also more sensual. The way the water glided over his skin was beyond sexy. I loved running my soapy hands all over his body, and to feel his hands sliding over mine. It was my new favorite place to touch Theo Wolfe.

After we were clean and sated from the shower, Theo made me a delicious dinner, which he served out on the terrace. It was all very romantic and I had to keep reminding myself that this was just a simple little fling, an affair that would flame bright, but eventually would burn out.

After dinner, I thought he might suggest we go over lines in the new script as we often did during our brief time together, but instead, he suggested that we watch a TV or a movie. We ended up watching Pride and Prejudice, after I told him how he made me think of Mr. Darcy as he walked across the meadow to me the other day. It felt so very normal to sit with him on the couch with a glass of wine and his arm wrapped around me.

At the end of the movie