The Billionaire's Secret: A BWWM Romance Mystery by Mia Caldwell Page B

kiss him. Right now. I should be kissing him. It was the only
thought in my head.

 
    And then he saved me from my indecision
by kissing me instead.

 
    The scalding heat of his lips on mine
seared me right down to my core. With a rough stab of his tongue, he claimed my
mouth as his, and went about exploring his territory. My body responded
immediately, molding itself against him as he pressed me back against the plush
seat. I was lost in the moment, in time itself and could barely make sense of
anything except Liam's lips, Liam's tongue, Liam's hands on my body, his
fingers delving, hot and bruising as he growled low in his throat.

 
    My own yearning, numbed off since I
left Tre, rose to the surface, hotter and wilder than I had ever imagined they
could be.

 
    I kissed him back, exploring his shape
with my hands; his chiseled torso, the small mountains of his biceps, the rough
hardness between his legs. I felt the textures and tastes of his skin on my
tongue as I kissed him everywhere his skin was exposed, his cheeks, his chin...his
neck. As a trembling gasp tore from my throat, he gripped me even harder, so
hard that it hurt.

 
    "Shay," he rasped, a ragged
whisper into my neck.

 
    Just then the car came to an abrupt
stop and I nearly cried out in frustration. "We're here," Darius's
rumbling voice called over the partition, and I swore he was interrupting us on
purpose.

 

 
 
    Chapter
Twelve

 
 
 
    My breath hung in a frosty white
wreath around my head. The parking lot was packed with groups of people, lumpy
in their winter jackets, picking their way carefully across the ice-littered
pavement. I figured we were meant to follow them.

 
    Darius fell into step several yards
behind us, those damn aviators still obscuring his eyes, even in the dead of a
wintry night. He was unnerving me tonight, that strange familiarity he had was
even more apparent. I wondered if I had passed him in the street once, without
realizing. Or maybe I had dreamed him. He gave me a strange sense of deja vu,
made worse by how be behaved. He didn't act like a deferential staff member.
There was an air of authority about him, and though he worked for Liam, I got
the feeling that Liam wasn't always in control. Mysterious Darius -as I now
referred to him in my head - did what he wanted.

 
    Like staring me down right now. The
heat of his obscured eyes was enough to make me flush in misguided embarrassment.
Distracted, I stumbled on the ice.

 
    Liam took my arm, firmly,
protectively. "Thanks," I smiled. After the heat of the kiss we had
shared, and now Darius's burning glare, the icy air felt good on my face.

 
    I reached up and loosened my scarf a
little, allowing the air to bathe my neck.

 
    "Oh, don't do that," Liam
murmured in my ear as we walked up to the entrance of the gardens.

 
    "Do what?" I asked.

 
    "Show off your neck like
that," he said playfully. "You're going to get in trouble."

 
    I laughed out loud as he held open
the door for me. "I think I already am in trouble when it comes to
you," I smiled, stepping through the door. His chivalry made me feel
cherished and queenly.

 
    That is, until he licked his top lip
and eyed me up and down as I walked past. "I like your tits in that
coat."

 
    I glared at him. "You're an
interesting juxtaposition, you know that? Half gentleman, half dog."

 
    "Woof," he smiled, and took
my arm again.

 
    I blushed a little and tried to
distract myself from his stormy eyes. "Why are we at Longwood Gardens? The
Christmas display is over."

 
    "You'll see," he said,
looking proud.

 
    I held my breath, remembering the
magic of the butterflies. They seemed to have transferred to my stomach.

 
    Liam paid at the window - no private
event just for us tonight - and then held me close as we gave our tickets to
the usher. "Enjoy," the old man smiled as he tore them in two and
handed him the stubs.

 
    "Thank you sir, we absolutely
will," Liam smiled back,