An Accidental Date with a Billionaire

Kissing her, he thrust inside with one hard stroke. She urged him on, digging her heels into his lower back, and he closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy her body wrapped around his, his body deep inside hers. Each thrust took a piece of himself he would never see again and gave it to her, and he could only hope she would hold on to it tightly.

As tightly as she held him now.

His mouth softened on hers as he deepened his motions, burying his hand in her hair as he cradled the back of her head. She cried out his name into his mouth, her body quivering as she squeezed him, bringing him closer until he moved inside her with an abandon he’d never experienced before.

Just like he’d promised, he let go of everything and lost himself in her arms. He’d never been so goddamn free before.

With one last stroke, he came explosively, and she was right there with him, arching her back with bite marks on her neck that he didn’t remember putting there. Letting out a breath, he dropped his head on the cool wall, supporting her weight as he came back down from the high she’d sent him on.

Pulling back, he examined her face for a sign of, well, anything, running his thumbs over her cheeks. Her eyes were closed. “Sam…?”

She opened her lids, those crystal-blue depths pulling him under. He didn’t bother to fight it. There was no use. He was already drowning, and nothing would save him. “Yeah?”

“Would you like me to leave now, alone? Or…” He cut off, his voice raw and his emotions even rawer. He was wide open for her. Vulnerable. Exposed. “…or do you want to come home with me?”

Touching his cheek with an open palm, she ran her fingers over his stubble, offering him a small smile. Her cheeks were pink, her hair a mess, her lips swollen. She was everything he’d never known he wanted—no, needed. With one simple sentence, she saved him from himself. “I want you to take me home.”

Chapter Sixteen

“And you went back to his place?” Izzy asked, sipping her coffee.

Sam’s best friend had returned from Vegas a different woman and had yet to tell her the whole story of what had gone down out there. Her long blond hair fell over her shoulders, at direct contrast with her deep brown eyes. She wore fingerless mittens and a matching slouchy hat she’d probably knitted.

Sam nodded.

“And because of this…” Izzy frowned. “You guys are still on your first date?”

“Yep. As long as I keep sleeping at his place every night, we’re still on our first date, so we have to keep coming back together to finish it out properly,” Sam said, smiling.

Izzy, though, seemed less impressed. “So, he doesn’t want a second date? And that doesn’t…upset you?”

“No,” she answered as honestly as she could, trying not to show that she shared her friend’s doubt. “Why would it? I don’t want more than a temporary thing, either. Plus, he’s got a lot of rules and patterns… He doesn’t like change.”

When said out loud, it made him sound like a bore.

But he was so much more. He’d fought for her and stole her breath with every smile, sigh, and touch. He was the man who broke his rules for her and who wasn’t pushing her to do the same.

“He sounds like an old man.”

Sam sighed. “He’s not. He’s…”

Wonderful. Amazing. Handsome. Breathtaking.

After a period of silence, Izzy whistled through her teeth. “Wow.”

“What?” she asked, ripping herself out of her mind and abandoning her search for the perfect adjective to describe an indescribable man like Taylor.

“You.” Her best friend gestured at her, pursing her lips. “You’ve got it bad.”

Sam’s cheeks heated. “No, I don’t.”

“Girls who drift off with that dreamy look in their eyes when talking about a guy always have it bad.” She sat back, folding her arms. “You can thank me for that.”

Sam winced. “I’m sorry, by the way, about that whole mix-up. And for how your trip to Vegas turned out.”

“At least I found out he was a lying, cheating son of a bitch before I married him, right?” Izzy asked, her face emotionless but her eyes telling a whole other story.

She reached out and touched her best friend’s hand. “Izzy—”