Page 21 of The Billionaire in Her Bed

Chapter Six

Eli didn’t waste any time, swooping in the second Brooke agreed to his ridiculous, risqué proposal and claiming her mouth. She was as needy and greedy, digging her fingers into the soft cotton of his Henley and pulling him forward.

Her brain might be able to list a hundred reasons why this was wrong. But all her body knew was that it felt oh so right.

With her surrender complete, Eli took full advantage, coaxing her lips apart and sweeping the inside of her mouth with his tongue. He slipped one hand into her hair, undoing her artfully messy topknot and gently tugging her head back so he could deepen their kiss. The other one slid under her knee and lifted her leg, wrapping it around his hip.

“I do have a bed,” she panted when he finally released her mouth to trace a hot, wet trail along her jaw to her ear.

“We’ll get there.” He nipped the lobe, making her gasp. “Eventually.”

The gasp morphed into a full-out moan as he drew the sensitive skin behind her ear into his mouth. “It’s always hurry up and wait with you.”

“More like slow down and enjoy the scenery.”

He pulled back to study her, his normally bright eyes dark and heavy-lidded. The sudden loss of his lips on her skin made her desperate with desire, burning from the inside out.

“So I’m the scenery?” she asked.

He nodded. His eyes flicked from her free-flowing hair to her breasts, nipples straining against her knit dress, past her hips, down her legs in her thigh-hugging boots, then back again. “And the scenery’s wearing far too much clothing.”

The inferno inside her flared hotter. “You don’t say.”

“I do.” He slid his hands down her body and reached for the hem of her dress, inching it up her thighs. “I prefer the raw, unspoiled beauty of nature.”

She lifted her arms over her head, letting him peel off the offending garment. He dropped it to the floor, and she stood before him in her boots, bra, and panties. She bent to unzip one of the boots, but he put a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

“Keep them on,” he rumbled in her ear. “I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you in those boots from the second I walked in the door.”

“Really?” She rose slowly until her punch-drunk gaze met his. “No wonder it took you so long to fix the sink.”

“Did not.” He snaked a hand around her back and skillfully released the clasp of her bra.

She dropped her shoulders. The straps slithered down her arms, and the scrap of lavender lace and silk landed at her feet, leaving her bare breasts on display. “Did, too.”

“Not.” He closed his fingers around the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her legs, over the boots.

She lifted one foot, then the other, stepping out of her underwear and kicking them to the side. “Too.”

Eli hoisted her up onto the counter and spread her legs, fitting himself between them and silencing her with another hard, fast kiss. “Enough talk. Time for some action.”

Brooke held up a hand. “Not so fast, hotshot.”

He took a slight step back, his face a frustrated mix of lust and confusion. “Now who’s trying to slow things down?”

“One of us is still overdressed.” She waved a hand up and down his fine but fully clothed form.

“That’s easily remedied.”

He whipped off his Henley, treating her to an eyeful of rippling pecs and washboard abs, kicked off his shoes, and went to work on his jeans. She almost told him to stop so she could finish the job herself, but she was too eager to see him, to touch him, to have his mouth back on hers and his hands on her breasts, teasing her aching nipples into points.

“There,” he said when he was fully, gloriously naked and had reclaimed his rightful place between her legs. “Satisfied?”

“I will be.” Her eyes strayed to his already impressive erection, standing stiff and proud against his flat stomach, and she licked her lips. Satisfied was putting it mildly. She willed her gaze back to his face. “You promised, remember? Or you’ll walk away without any questions.”

He flashed her his trademark cocky, panty-melting grin, obviously amused and flattered by her unabashed ogling. “Then I’d better deliver. Because I don’t have any intention of walking away from you anytime soon.”

Within seconds, his mouth was on her again. This time, he bypassed her lips for the tender flesh of her breast, his tongue sliding warm and wet over the creamy mound to her nipple. She cried out and arched into him, grabbing on to his broad shoulders for support. He rewarded her with a scrape of his teeth before sucking her nipple into his mouth.