Yours Completely (Billionaires and Brides 1)

wonderful curve of his ass.

“Are you spying on me?” I asked, grinning playfully.

He stepped forward, walking into the room and making my heart start to speed up. I loved the way he moved. “You get this little line, right here,” he said, gently touching my forehead with one of his fingers. “It's quite charming.”

I couldn't help but blush a little and smile. He stepped closer, putting his hands on my neck, preparing to draw me in for a kiss. His arms flexed, showing me his muscles. I loved those muscles.

“But, I do think I like it better when you smile,” he said softly, soliciting another smile. “Yes, I definitely like it better when you smile. It's close, though.”

“I like it best when you smile,” I replied. I loved the way his hands felt on me. I pressed my palms against his chest, feeling the rock hard pecs underneath.

“Really?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. He smelled so damn good. I didn't know how anyone could smell so wonderful.

“Your whole face lights up,” I whispered. My heart was fluttering. Every nerve in my body screamed for his touch. He leaned forward and pausing just above my lips. I held perfectly still, smiling as he hovered just millimeters from kissing me. “It's absolutely breathtaking.”

It was hard to think of anything but his hands on me. The way his fingers caressed my skin and how he seemed able to elicit pleasure from just looking at me properly. I pressed my hips against his, asking but not taking.

“Though, there's another face that I think you like just as much,” I whispered, watching his lips. They were so perfect. Full, yet masculine.

“And which one is that?” he asked, his perfect mouth curving into a curious smile.

“This one,” I replied, making the most ridiculous “O” face I possibly could before dissolving into a fit of giggles.

“I do not look like that,” he said, his face stern and serious. It made me laugh even harder. He shrugged. “I guess I'll just have to prove it to you”

He released me and undid the top button of his shirt, loosening his tie in the process.

“Right here?” I asked, looking around the room. There was a small lounge chair and a writing table from the 18th century, but most of the room was dedicated to the art on the walls.

“Why not?” he purred, unbuttoning each button one at a time. I gasped a little when he slid the shirt from his shoulders. I loved how broad they were and how strong every inch of him was. The suit was nice, but naked was even better.

“I guess it is still your house,” I whispered, my mouth watering at the sight of his body. He was all strong lines and sinew. Every inch of him radiated strength and desire.

“Damn straight,” he agreed. His voice was low and hungry. His eyes shone with want.

Heat skittered through my belly, then directly south. The confidence in his voice only turned up the flame from slow burn to forest fire.

He dipped his head and let his lips slide along my throat, igniting yet more flames along the sensitive skin. Bastian paused at the delicate hollow of my throat, right where my pulse was beating out his name. He nipped at my collarbone, sending a tremor of sheer desire straight through my core.

I arched my hips, begging him for more. I needed more. I didn't care where we were anymore. I didn't care about the work or the 18th century furniture. All I knew was that I needed him. I needed him more than I had ever needed anyone.

That alone surprised me.

I had never craved Chad this way. I had never felt this alive with anyone. Bastian had the ability to turn me on with just a glance. The way he looked at me... I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

As he nibbled on my shoulder, pausing only for a moment to draw my shirt up and over my head, I realized I was falling for him. And falling hard. It wasn't just the sex, though what he was currently doing to me was making it hard to think of anything else.

It was how he made me feel.

Safe. Wanted. Perfect.

I closed my eyes, reveling in his arms. I was falling for him. I was falling for the billionaire.

A billionaire.

“Something wrong?” Bastian asked, pulling back, his eyes dark with lust and want. I had frozen without meaning to. He was a billionaire. I couldn't be falling for him. I shouldn't be falling for him. It was like falling for a prince, and I was no Cinderella. There was no way I would ever fit in his billionaire world.

I shook my head, pushing the dark thoughts aside. “No, keep going,” I murmured, arching my hips into his again. My body didn't want him to stop and was urging my mind to follow along.