Page 50 of The Billionaire in Her Bed

“It is now.” He crushed his lips to hers and took possession, his free hand coming up to hold her head in place for a deep, brutal kiss. She was sinking, drowning in him. Seemingly of their own volition, her legs circled his waist, pulling him imperceptibly closer.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked, her voice husky with lust when he finally let her up for air.

“Talk about what?”

“Whatever you’re avoiding talking about by kissing me.”

“Can’t I kiss you for the sake of kissing you?” As if to prove his point, he lowered his mouth to the hollow where her neck met the curve of her shoulder, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses along her collarbone.

“Of course.” She arched away from him, and he lifted his head to meet her gaze. “But I can tell the difference between a kiss for the sake of kissing and a kiss for the sake of avoiding.”

“We’ll talk later.” His eyes drifted downward, lingering on her vintage Rainbow Brite T-shirt and hot-pink flannel pajama pants. “First I want to get you out of these and under me.”

“You don’t approve of my taste in sleepwear?”

“You could be wearing a gunnysack and granny panties, and I’d still want you.”

Okay, so he didn’t want to talk. Talking was overrated anyway, and they had all night for that.

In two long strides, he crossed the floor to the bed. All Brooke could do was hold on for dear life until he laid her down and stretched out beside her. His fingers latched onto the waistband of her sleep pants, and she instinctively lifted her hips so he could slide them off. Her shirt went next, landing next to her pants on the floor beside the bed.

She reached up to grab the lapels of his overcoat, which he hadn’t bothered to remove in his haste to get her in the sack. “Why don’t you take your coat off and stay a while?”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

He rolled away from her and stood, shedding not only his coat but the rest of his clothes and rejoining her on the bed before she had a chance to miss his warmth. He didn’t waste any time getting back to business, either, zeroing in on her breasts with his hands, teasing her nipples into hard little points.

Only when they were practically screaming for more did his mouth get in on the action. He latched on to one stiff peak and suckled, then licked, then bit, each new sensation made all the more delicious by the sensual scraping of his beard against her sensitive skin.

One hand snaked down to the wet, pulsing heat between her thighs. “Open.”

She obeyed—like there was really any question—and let her legs fall apart. One gentle probe with his finger told him she was slick and ready for him. Within seconds, he was inside her, the weight of him pressing her into the mattress, solid and good and right. There was nothing patient or gentle or careful about this pairing. It was raw, primal, end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it sex. The universe narrowed to him, her, the place where their bodies were joined, and the heavenly friction between her thighs.

She spurred him on, her nails digging little half-moons in his shoulders and back. Her body was like a rocket on the launchpad, primed and ready to shoot off. It didn’t take much to send her into orbit. Waves of pleasure rippled through her, triggering Eli’s release.

He collapsed beside her, their bodies still fused together. They lay there in silence, satisfied and sweaty, the only noises the sound of their breathing and the distant rumble of cars and voices from the street below. Her thoughts spun in circles. Each time she and Eli were together was more powerfully mind-numbing than the last. Each time she gave a little more of herself. More of her trust. More of her heart. More of her soul.

Had she done the unimaginable? Had she given herself over completely to him?

She shifted, pulling them apart.

Eli looked down and his muscles tensed. The fingers of one hand clenched and unclenched spasmodically. “Shit.”

Her eyes followed his gaze to where they’d been joined. It wasn’t what she saw there but what she didn’t see that made her understand his strange reaction.

No condom.

“Shit,” he repeated. His hand balled into a fist, and he punched the mattress. “I can’t believe I forgot to suit up.”

“I can. You were like a man possessed.” He hit the mattress again, harder this time. She took his face in her hands, tilting it upward so he was forced to look her in the eyes, and smoothed a stray lock of hair off his brow. “It’s okay. We both got carried away. Besides, I’m on the pill. And I haven’t been with anyone else in… Well, let’s just say it’s been a while.”

The tension leaked from his body like air from a punctured tire. “Same here. I mean, I’m clean.”

“Then we’re good?” She drew back to study him.

His deep, masculine chuckle warmed her from her toes up. “Yeah, we’re good.”

He rolled onto his back and gathered her close, throwing one leg across her hips to make sure they stayed that way. “There’s something I need to talk to you about.”