Loving the Billionaire Page 6
It doesn’t matter. He’s here with me now. The silent reminder pushed away the panic. Then he gathered her in his arms and kissed along her jaw until he reached her mouth. As Warren ravaged her mouth, his hand disappeared under her sweater and cupped her breast. His finger dipped inside her bra and caressed her nipple.
Ruth leaned into his hand and tore her lips away from his, the need to tell him how she felt overwhelming her. “I love you.” She kissed his neck and then his cheek before she went back to his mouth again.
Warren walked her backward until her legs hit the bed. “Can we get rid of this?” He grabbed the bottom of her sweater and paused.
Grabbing the material from him, she yanked it over her head. “Since we’re getting rid of clothes, do you need any help?” Ruth undid the top button of his shirt. “Or do you want to do it yourself?” She slipped the next button from its hole.
“It’s all yours.” He unzipped her skirt and pushed it down her hips.
Ruth undid all the buttons and pulled away, so she could enjoy the view. It had been a while since she’d seen him without a shirt. She liked the subtle changes she saw now. He’d always been athletic, but now his muscles were more defined. Unable to look at all that naked flesh and not touch it, she ran a hand over his heart and down his stomach.
“Time for this to go.” Warren’s hands skimmed across her back, and he unclasped her bra.
She took a step forward intent on pressing her body against his. He wouldn’t let her. Instead his gaze left her face and raked across her body. When he looked up at her again, there was no mistaking the passion in his eyes. “I could look at you all night.” He took her nipple in his mouth, sending red-hot heat to her core.
Ruth moaned and let Warren push her onto the bed. She’d never ached like this before. Her body wanted his touch everywhere. Grabbing his ass as a way to get him closer, she realized he still wore his pants. “We forgot something.” She went for his belt buckle, but he stood before she could do anything.
Warren ditched the rest of his clothes and rejoined her on the bed. When he pulled her tightly against him, she hooked her leg over his thigh, hoping he’d get the hint. More than anything, she wanted him to touch her. Warren didn’t keep her waiting. And when he slipped a finger inside her, she grabbed his shoulders and hung on as he teased her to the breaking point.
Could a person die from pleasure? She suspected she was about to find out. But if she was going to die, she might as well take Warren with her. Ruth reached for him, but before she could do little more than wrap a hand around him, he pulled away. She opened her eyes and watched him get off the bed.
“Be right back.”
Confused, she almost protested. Ruth watched Warren grab his wallet from the pants he’d discarded on the floor. When he grabbed something from inside the wallet and tossed it on the nightstand, a light bulb went on inside her head.
Thank goodness Warren’s brain still worked. A condom hadn’t occurred to her. Someday she wanted kids, but not now; protection was a must tonight.
Warren’s mouth came down on hers hard and hot as he positioned himself over her. She considered telling him she’d never had sex but never got the chance. He joined their bodies, and all thoughts stopped. Only pleasure remained.
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“Stay here tonight.” Warren propped himself on an elbow. He had no idea what time it was and didn’t care. All that mattered was keeping Ruth in his arms as long as possible.
“Is that a good idea?”
He reached out and ran his hand through her dark hair. “Why wouldn’t it be?” His hand trailed down her arm.
“This is your parents’ house and there are employees around. What if they say something to them?”
“No one will say anything to my parents,” Warren kissed her, “or anyone else.” He pulled down the blankets, uncovering her breasts, and teased her nipple with his fingers. Ruth’s eyes drifted shut, and she smiled.
“Are you trying to influence my decision?”
“Is it working? If not I know a lot of persuasive techniques.”
Ruth’s eyes popped open. “You don’t play fair.”
“When it’s something I want, I’ll do whatever it takes to get it.” He continued to fondle one breast while he took her other nipple in his mouth.
Her fingers dug into his hair as she moaned. “You win. I’ll stay.”
He pulled his mouth away. “You won’t regret it.” Before she could answer, he kissed her and set out to fulfill his statement.
Chapter 7
“I wish I didn’t have to go back tonight.” Warren wrapped a second blanket around them as they sat on his private balcony watching the sunset. They’d spent the night before and all day at the mansion. But it was getting late, and he had classes in the morning.
“Me, too.” She snuggled closer to him. “Let’s not talk about that right now.”
“Fair enough.” He squeezed her. “What should we talk about?”
“Depends. If I ask you something will you answer me truthfully?”
Cautiously he answered, “Yes.”
“When did you realize you loved me?”
“Does it matter?”
Ruth tilted her head and studied him. “I guess not, but I’m curious.”
“That morning when you found me on the beach.” Already he could guess her next question.
A faint smile appeared on her face. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Just as quickly as her smiled appeared, it vanished. “You started dating what’s her name right after that, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t say anything because we were friends.” He watched the waves crash on the shore. “I figured if I said something it could ruin our friendship. Then I met Beatrice in Boston. My family liked her, so I thought I’d see where things went.”
“That makes sense I guess.”
“Right before Christmas I intended to tell you. I even called you to see if we could meet.”
Ruth shook her head. “You never asked to see me. We didn’t see each other until after Christmas.”
“When I called, you’d just broken up with someone. It seemed like the wrong time.”
“That was two months ago.”
“I know. But after that call I wasn’t sure it was a good idea.”
“What changed your mind?” Ruth took his hand.
“Our kiss on New Year’s Eve.” Before she even moved her lips, he knew what her next statement was going to be. “And yes, I know that was more than a month ago.” He kissed her to keep her from talking. “Being with me can be difficult. My family can be overwhelming at times, and we both know the media is constantly circling us like vultures. I wasn’t sure you’d want to deal with all that. Eventually, I figured I’d never know unless I asked. Valentine’s Day seemed like the perfect time.”
“The media thing doesn’t thrill me.”
A sliver of dread raced down his spine. “Are you having second thoughts about us?”
“No. Besides, if the media starts digging around, they’ll only find out how boring I am.” She rubbed his arm. “And I’ll probably like your family. Your brother Mark is nice.”
Warren blew out the breath he’d been holding. “I won’t subject you to the entire Sherbrooke clan at once. None of them will be around here until the summer anyway. And even then, I’m not sure how much time they’ll spend here. My father is preparing to launch his campaign for the Senate in the spring.”
“A slow introduction sounds good.”
When had her feelings changed? Did it even matter? Ruth loved him and he held her in his arms. “Next weekend come up and stay with me in Boston.”
“What about your brother?”
“Please. Donna stays with us enough that he can’t complain. Besides, I doubt we’ll leave my room much.” Warren stood and pulled her up with him. He couldn’t stay much longer if he hoped to get a little sleep.
He kissed her neck as he walked them inside. “Will you come?”
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sp; She nodded.
Warren stopped near his bed. “Can you stay longer?” He wasn’t the only one with an early morning tomorrow. That didn’t mean he wanted their weekend to end.
“Maybe just a little bit.” She unbuttoned his pants.
A little longer wasn’t enough, especially since they’d already wasted several months. However, tonight it would have to do, and he’d make sure they didn’t waste any more time in the future.
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Table of Contents
Loving The Billionaire
Other Books By Christina Tetreault
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
About the Author