Page 24 of Conning the Billionaire
Electricity surged through him. He wasn’t going to argue.
“I can order wine.” He took off his suit jacket, folded it over the back of a chair, and moved toward her. “Would you like champagne?”
She watched him take off his jacket like he was performing a striptease. “I’m fine. I don’t want more.”
He dragged his knuckles over her shoulder and down her arm. “I’m glad you want to stay.”
She stared out of the window.
Micah lifted her chin, bent, and brushed his lips over hers, the friction shuddering through him.
This was a spectacularly bad idea. Micah didn’t sleep with assets. No one in his position did. Sleeping with assets was right up there with divulging one’s real name or address, giving them a phone number for an unsecured phone, and adding them on damned social media. It was the sort of thing that could get one or both of them killed.
Even now, this woman might not be what she’d appeared to be after investigation and a week of surveillance. Micah had missed that her father was dead. She might be much more entwined in Salvatore Grande’s organization than Micah suspected.
She might be more than an Atlantic City con woman.
Yet the softness of her skin under his hands drove those qualms out of his mind, and Micah inhaled the soft fragrance of herbs in her hair and flowers on her bare shoulders.
His body tightened, holding back as he trickled his fingertips over her shoulders and down her arms.
Her tiny gasp against his lips jarred him like a gust of desert wind, and his fingers tightened on her upper arms before he forced himself to open his hands.
He moved toward her, bending to kiss her mouth, and she rested her hands lightly on his shoulders and curved her body against his.
Desire shot through him, his hands pressed her shoulders, his fingers palming her hip.
Too much.
Micah loosened his grip, backing off. Kylie certainly wasn’t a frail woman, but he shouldn’t be manhandling her within a few moments of the first time he’d kissed her.
He ran a finger under her chin, lifting her jaw so he could breathe on the skin of her throat and brush his lips over the delicate skin above her shoulder.
His hands clenched around her hips again, his fingers digging in before he forced himself to release her.
Kylie asked, “Why do you keep doing that, grabbing me and then letting go?”
Micah told her the truth. “I don’t want to scare you.”
She looked directly at him, her dark eyes hazy. “Go ahead. Scare me.”
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SCARE ME
KYLIE
Kylie said, “Scare me.”
The blond Italian narrowed his eyes at her. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
Kylie sighed. “Look, honey, I’m a Jersey girl from AC. I’ve seen a lot, and it’s been a hell of a week. This town is not for the faint of heart. Nothing you do is going to scare me. Go ahead and try. Let it all out. I dare you.”
He had her wrists in his hands before she could finish her sentence, and they were above her head and pinned to the floor-to-ceiling windows in a blink.
Oh, good. Maybe the blond Italian would take Kylie’s mind off how Salvatore had suggested increasing his percentage of the take, not to mention the fact that her mother and little sister were out in the world somewhere, and maybe they’d gotten separated—
The blond Italian grabbed her thigh and wrapped her leg around his hip, hiking the beaded fabric of her dress nearly to her waist.
