The Billionaire's Desire (A Billionaire BWWM Steamy Romance) by Mia Caldwell

chuckles nervously.

 
    What the hell is happening here? Stop
making small talk and kiss me!

 
    "No,
I guess not," I smile, ever professional. If frustration was visible, it
would be rising off of me in green, noxious waves.

 
    Carter
blinks and looks around over my head. His stance reminds me of a trapped
animal, looking for an escape. There is a palpable fear about him, and I find
myself looking around as well. There is no one on the helipad but us. I see it,
and I think he must see it too, because he visibly relaxes. The tension drains
from his face, and when he looks down again, I am startled to see naked hunger
in his deep blue eyes.

 
      He holds out his hand. I take it,
expecting him to help me into the helicopter.

 
    Instead
he yanks me to him and presses his whole body flush against mine. His fingers
snake around the back of my neck, holding me firm. "I should have done
this last night," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my forehead as he
speaks. "I shouldn't have let you leave without kissing you goodbye."
He tilts my chin upward. "I guess I'll settle for kissing you hello."

 
    I gasp,
parting my lips, just as the warmth of his mouth covering mine makes me gasp
again. His kiss is slow and searching, taking his time teasing me so that when
his tongue finally meets mine, I almost swoon with relief.

 
    Carter's
lips are soft, softer then I could have ever imagined, and he uses them with
incredible skill. His huge hand is holding me in place, gently but firmly, the
better to own my mouth with his tongue. I can taste him, the essence of him, sweet
and earthy, as his tongue slides around mine in an intricate dance that has me
moaning before I realize the noise I hear is coming from my own mouth.

 
    When he
breaks the kiss, I hear myself make a tiny noise of frustration and he laughs a
little. "Hello, Sanniyah," he says. His words are polite, but his
voice is ragged, gravelly. As my body brushes against his, I can feel his
desire pressing against me. The flood of wetness that surges down inside of me is
so violent that it leaves me feeling weak.

 
    "Hello...Carter,"
I gasp.

 
    "Would
you like to have dinner with me, tonight?"

 
    I can't
even understand why he is asking, I am already halfway into his helicopter.
"Yes, I would very much," I say, then pause. "I thought that was
pretty clear from the kiss."

 
    He
darts a look over my shoulder again. "Then let's get going." He
brushes his hand down my back, resting it on my ass for a moment before giving
me a boost into the helicopter. It's such a possessive gesture that I blush
instantly, and then all the harder when I feel how wet it makes me.

 
    The
instant the pilot closes the door, Carter is on me again. The lurch of takeoff
has us tumbling into each other. The earth falls away beneath us and the ocean
rises, glittering in the last vestiges of sunset as he clasps me to him,
crushing me into his chest and twining his fingers into my hair. The searing heat of his lips on mine is all the hotter when he trails them down my neck to pepper my throat with tiny, sucking kisses.
"Fuck," he growls. "I thought I had fucked everything up with
you last night.   God your skin is
incredible, I could just devour you, Sanniyah." He looks back up again,
his eyes darting across my face, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "That
gives me an idea." He deliberately places his hand on my naked thigh,
brushing upward to gauge my reaction. I bite my lip as a million objections
dash through my brain. We just met, I
barely know you, I'm a professional, but my body
answers for me, spreading my legs wider so that his hand slips easily between
my thighs.

 
    Maybe
it didn’t make sense to go on, but it sure as hell seemed like the right thing
to do. Carter made the stress in my life melt away. I could pretend there
weren’t a million tiny problems pinning me down. There were no expectations or
rules.

 
    "Oh
my god, you're so wet," he snarls into my