The Billionaire's Prize: Taken & Tempted: (Book 3 Billionaire Bodyguard Series) (19 page)

“The perfect touch,” Kylie said. “I’m in love with this room.”

“Great.” Cade rolled his eyes. “Now I have to compete with an inanimate object.”

Looking up at him, Kylie patted his chest. “There’s no comparison.”

“I’m not sure how to take that.”

Stratton roared with laughter. “You need to hang onto this one, Cade. I like her.”

Bemused, Cade frowned. “So did I,” he muttered, emphasizing the past tense.

Kylie shoved his shoulder. “Stop. You know what I meant.”

Catching her against him, he revealed a seductive glitter in his eyes. “Prove it.”

“Let’s finish the tour first,” she said with a laugh. Anticipation warmed and tightened her abdomen.

“Hey, this isn’t that type of establishment,” Stratton insisted.

“What a shame.” Sexual intensity resonated from Cade, his eyes heavy lidded and focused solely on her.

If they’d been alone, Kylie couldn’t have resisted Cade no matter how hard she tried. Speaking of hard… She teasingly nudged her hip against his erection.

“Don’t tempt me,” he warned low. “Or I’ll toss you over my shoulder and take you to bed.”

“Don’t be rude.” She batted her eyelashes innocently. “We’re guests here.”

A growl issued from his throat. “I don’t care.”

Kylie laughed. “So romantic.”

He bent down and whispered in her ear. “What I want to do to you right now isn’t about romance. It’s primal and aggressive. After I throw you up against the wall
and take you hard, I want you naked and under me.”

“Cade,” she chided in a harsh whisper.

“Can’t help it.” He nipped her earlobe with a stinging bite. “You bring out my baser nature.”

When he pulled back and drew up to his full towering height, the predatory gleam of carnal hunger in his stare confirmed his words. Her mouth went dry. A nervous, excited flutter rose in her stomach. She wanted to be taken.

“Soon,” he murmured, pressing her against his thickening arousal.

Interrupting their sexually charged exchange, Stratton said, “We have a hell of a stash of bootlegged rum left
over from the cache we found abandoned down here. Can we tempt you to join us in a toast?”

“Absolutely.” Cade led Kylie toward the row of barstools. He pulled out one for her then seated himself. He tugged her stool between his spread thighs, unable or unwilling to let her out of arm’s reach. His hand snuck under her top, his frisky fingers moving upward to pop open her bra clasp.

Fuming, she leveled a glare at him.

At her reaction he raised his eyebrows as if he’d done nothing wrong. “What?”

“Stop it,” she hissed.

He gazed at her steadily. “No.”

“
Cade.
”

He tucked her against him and whispered, “You’re mine. And I’m going to touch you whenever, wherever I feel like it.”

Oh, for heaven’s sake.
She shooed his hands away, but he put them back in even more inappropriate places. Like the curve of her breast where her bra now sagged away from her body.

What was wrong with him? Her suave, charming Renaissance man had swiftly devolved into a Neanderthal, devoid of manners or
modesty.

His exhale layered her neck in a coating of steam. He scraped his teeth against her throat then dragged his open mouth down toward her shoulder.

While she enjoyed his expert attention, this level of PDA unnerved her. He was becoming out of control, and taking her eager body with him.

“God, you two. Get a room,” Stratton said wearing a smirk.

Cade took the full shot glass his friend offered him. “Handy you own a hotel. And happen to have a room waiting for us upstairs.”

“Looks like you’ll need it any minute.” Stratton lifted his brimming shot glass. Cade, Kylie and Ellie did the same with theirs. “To great friends.
And great sex.”

Kylie blushed to the roots of her hair.

Cade snorted. “I’ll drink to that. As long as there’s no sex with friends hidden in that statement.”

“Definitely not.” Amused, Carter shook his head as he tucked his arm around Ellie’s waist. “I’m a one-woman man.”

“Same. Glad we’re clear on that.” Cade touched the rim of his glass to Carter’s and Ellie’s, then reserved a special toast for Kylie. “To us,” he said, clinking her shot glass. “And tonight.”

The sexual promise stamped on his features sent a thrilling shiver down her back. The four of them each tapped the bases of their shot glasses
onto the counter then tossed back the rum.

Cade smoothed a droplet from his lower lip and sucked it off his thumb. “Damn, Stratton. That rum deserves to be savored, not poured as a shot.”

“You two looked like you might be in a hurry. I didn’t want to hold you up.”

“Good man.” Cade swatted Kylie’s backside affectionately. “Time to go, baby.”

“What?” The rum burned a smooth
trail down to her belly. “But we just arrived. We barely finished the tour.”

“Oh, we’re done.”

Unceremoniously, he pushed
back his barstool then plucked Kylie from hers, hauling her toward the steps. Her protests didn’t faze him.

“Thanks for the hospitality,” he called over his shoulder. “See you in the morning.”

Fingers clasping her wrist, he pulled her behind him and his long strides. She could barely keep up with him. “Cade, slow down.”

“No.”

What has gotten into him?
This fierce, possessive man, impossible to reason with. He was behaving like a caveman dragging her back to his lair. Her bra straps slid further down her arms, her breasts swaying. She tugged at her wrist imprisoned in his grasp. “This is ridiculous.”

“Fine. We’ll do this right here.” He abruptly pushed her up against the wall and crushed her mouth under his. His tongue demanded entrance, spearing past her lips to capture hers.

Cade devoured her in a ruthless conquest, owning her mouth. As if he didn’t care that someone might pass them in the hallway, as long as he had what he wanted—her at his mercy. He tilted his head at a steep angle, and she had no option other than surrender.

Need flooded her veins, making her senseless, impassioned beyond reason. Heat swirled in her core. His demanding hands snaked up her shirt and cupped her breasts, grasping and shaping her rounded flesh. He groaned into her mouth.

Ignoring their surroundings, he reached for the button on her jeans, and in seconds he wrenched them down below her hips, smoothing his thumbs over her exposed abdomen. Then his hands curved around to her backside, cupping her bottom and shoving her against his hard length.

Vaguely aware they needed to move out of this public space, she tore her lips from his. “Take me to our room.”

The hungry glazed look in his eyes cleared for a moment. “Right.” He barely contained himself until he found their room, the keycard unsteady in his hand as he swiped it until the door unlocked. He tossed her inside, slamming the door closed with his foot.

He released his temporary restraint. “You’re mine.”

They resumed their frantic pace, clutching each other as their passion heightened. He pinned her to the wall of their bedroom suite, dragging her wrists up over her head. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, and he held her captive between his tall hard body and the unyielding force at her back. He tore off his shirt, followed by his pants and all the rest, until he stood before her naked, his skin smooth and hot to the touch.

He grabbed her hands and circled them around his neck, then undressed her with quick, efficient movements.

Capturing her in his arms, he crushed her bare breasts against the hard plane of his chest. He hooked her legs around his waist. The silky head of his erection pressed against her damp opening.

He slid into her sharply. She gasped, her body gripping him in a tight sheath. He pulled out halfway then lunged into her again.

So hard.
So deep.
So good.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Take me.”

With each feral plunge, her breasts leaped and her nipples scraped his chest, sending shocks of pleasure through the firm tips. His mouth fastened on her neck, sucking and tasting her skin. Her back slid up and down the wall, again and again, her weight suspended in his arms.

Desire coiled tighter and tighter inside her. “Don’t stop.”

Embedded to the hilt, his thrusts became hard, pounding drives.

“Yes… Yes…
God, yes!”

The spiral of desire tightened unbearably and suddenly snapped. She cried out. Pleasure released in waves of ecstasy, echoing in ebbs and swells, shaking her entire body. The tight inner spasms rippled around his heavy length until he cursed and stopped moving, almost at the brink himself.

Covered in the sheen of their mingled sweat, she sagged against his chest.

“Now I want you under me,” he snarled softly.

Moving to the bed, he laid her out on the mattress and kissed her again, his tongue searching her with urgent strokes. He imprisoned her wrists above her head, his hard body glistening above her. Suspending above her, he pressed his palms to the mattress on either side of her shoulders, giving her a glorious view of his rippling abs and taut shoulders.

A delicious heaviness filled her limbs as his hard length thrust into her again. Their eyes locked. His mouth was parted, breathing labored, as he slid inside her with long, luxurious strokes. His hips rocked between her clenched thighs yet his torso hovered high above, too far away. She wanted to feel him right up against her, skin against skin, his strong arms holding her tight. But he seemed too intent right where he was, moving over her, staring down at her like a man obsessed with his possession. She had no choice but to watch him take her and enjoy every minute of it.

Finally, he bent his elbows and lowered his weight, his chest coasted across hers. He cupped her breast and his hot breath fanned the tip before his tongue curled and flicked the hard bead.

Their fluid rhythm turned urgent and hungry as his body strove toward release. He covered her mouth, his tongue gliding alongside hers, while his strokes became erratic primal thrusts. She clasped his neck and bit down on his shoulder as an orgasm cascaded through her in a burst of lights and liberation.

He surged deep, shouted a curse and pulled out, spilling his release across her stomach. His erection throbbed and he shivered with each intense pulse until he let out a long, satisfied groan. He relieved her of his weight, sprawling on the bed beside her.

Blood sluggish and thick in her veins, she lounged languidly next to him. The way he made love to her left no doubt of their physical compatibility. He rocked her world. And then some.

“God, you’re amazing,” he said between unsteady gasps.

As his breathing slowed to normal, and they basked in the afterglow of bliss, she became aware of the thick, warm trails of his release across her stomach. They hadn’t used a condom. Thankfully, he’d had the presence of mind to pull out before he came, because she’d been too caught up in the moment and the bare pleasure to notice.

“Thank you for not…” Her lust fogged brain searched for the appropriate phrase. “You know…inside me.”

“Are you on the pill?”

“No.”

Propping himself up on one elbow, he reached for the corner of the sheet and wiped her stomach until only a faint stickiness remained. “Either way, it wouldn’t matter.”

Swallowing a lump of uncertainty, she wasn’t sure what he meant by the statement. “What wouldn’t matter?”

He tossed away the damp part of the sheet and cupped her face, giving her lips a few soft sips. “I’ll always take care of you.”

That still didn’t clarify the notion that bothered her. “What is this, Cade? Between us?”

“It’s fantastic,” he said, and she heard his pleasure-drunk smile surrounding the words.
He kissed the outer rim of her ear. “We have time to figure that out.”

“Where? When? How much time?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged without being dismissive. “Does it matter?”

She didn’t respond, unable to express her darkest concerns in words.
What if you change your mind? What if you get bored and don’t want me anymore? What if I’m not enough?

He yawned and nuzzled the nook between her neck and shoulder. “You’re everything to me, Kylie.”

As he drifted off to sleep, she lay in his arms wide awake in the dark. His whispered words cart-wheeled through her mind.

How much did he mean them? How much
could
he mean them?

Fate had thrown them together and lust had filled in any inconvenient blanks. How could she trust what was happening between them when, once the danger dissolved, everything would change?

Everyone had left her. Her mother.
Her father.
Her lovers. What made Cade any different from anyone else?

Surrounded by sheets drenched in the scent of their lovemaking, she turned away from him. In his semi-conscious state he gathered her back against his chest, so strong and shielding.