Untamed Billionaires: Marriage: For Business or Pleasure? / Getting Red-Hot with the Rogue / One Night with the Rebel Billionaire

‘All the more reason to keep it, bring it back to life—’

‘It’s time to let the place go. You of all people should understand the power of memories and the need to move on from the past.’

Oh, yeah, she understood the need to move on all too well. As for memories, her good ones were all focused on Nick and, rather than push the issue about the farm, she needed to start creating new ones.

‘Yeah, I get it.’ Her gaze caught a flash of silver hanging off the mirror. ‘Hey, is that the medallion I gave you?’

He followed her line of vision, the slight pink staining his tanned cheeks a dead giveaway he’d rather forget the fact he’d kept a girly trinket.

‘Maybe.’

She rolled off the bed, evading his arms as he made a lunge for her.

‘It is! I can’t believe you kept it all this time.’

‘Like I said, this room has been untouched since I left it.’

Her heart expanded as she slung the delicate chain on her finger, tracing the outline of the star on the medallion with her finger.

‘You know why I chose a star, don’t you?’

He shook his head and she dangled the chain on her finger a second longer before rehanging it on the mirror.

‘Because you hung the stars and moon for me back then.’

He came up behind her, slid his arms around her waist and held her close.

‘And now?’

‘Let’s find out.’

She turned in the circle of his embrace, ready for his kiss, every cell in her body crying out for him, only him.

His mouth moved over hers, hot, challenging, and she matched him, their kisses deep and long and luscious, the type of kisses to melt a body and sear a soul.

If they’d kissed like this all night long she would’ve been happy, but she didn’t want to settle. Not tonight.

Tonight she wanted those stars and that moon.

‘I want you so much,’ he murmured, trailing his lips down her neck as his thumbs nudged the underside of her breasts, toying with her, teasing her, before drifting upwards to circle her tight nipples through the silk.

Her head fell back on a moan as he deftly flicked the clasp on her shoulder and the Grecian dress slithered down her body in a rustle of silk, its caress almost as erotic as Nick’s hands.

‘Jeez,’ he muttered, his gaze raking her from head to foot before resting on her breasts, the naked need in his eyes sending a tremor of unbridled lust shooting through her. ‘You’re even more gorgeous now, if that’s possible.’

Smiling, she tugged on his jacket. ‘Still the sweet talker.’

He shook his head, his dazed expression vindication he found her mature body just as appealing as the lithe teenager she’d once been.

Sliding the jacket off his shoulders, she started working on his bow tie. ‘But for now, less talk, more action.’

‘You want to see some action?’

His scorching kiss had her grateful for the edge of the bed bumping the backs of her knees as she collapsed onto it, happily watching as he shucked off the rest of his clothes in record time.

‘I like those,’ she said, pointing to the black boxers that had been haunting her dreams ever since she’d glimpsed them on their wedding night.

‘And I like those.’

He toyed with the top of her white lace thong, sending a river of heat straight to her core.

‘But not enough to keep them on.’

He whipped them off and tossed them over his shoulder, his eyes glazing as his gaze roamed her.

‘Come here.’

She held her arms out to him and he entered her embrace in a second, the touch of his bare skin against hers sizzling hot.

He kissed her, laved her, delved his fingers into her until she was panting for release, clutching at him, crying out his name, sobbing her need when the mind-numbing tension climbed and spiralled and shattered into a million shooting stars.

She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, and she whimpered when he left her for a moment to rip off his boxers and roll a condom on.

‘I’m right here, sweetheart.’

‘Where you belong,’ she said, a second before his mouth claimed hers and he lay on top of her, sliding inside with a smooth, powerful thrust that made her gasp.

He filled her, completed her and she wrapped her legs around him, tilting her hips to encourage deeper contact.

Then he moved, sliding in and out, every move sending shards of exquisite pleasure firing through her, making every nerve ending sit up and cry for more.

And he gave her more.

He drove into her, his chest rasping her sensitised nipples, his tongue mating with hers, his rhythm taking them higher and higher until he stiffened and cried out her name, shuddering into her.

Brittany had no idea how long they stayed locked together, their heart rates slowly calming, their breathing soft and ragged.

She didn’t mind his weight, didn’t mind the slick of sweat between their bodies.

She’d asked for the stars and the moon.

Nick had delivered the whole damn solar system.

CHAPTER ELEVEN (#ulink_e9197ee1-7a4e-59a4-abbd-77c647e89b32)

SLEEPING with Britt had been a bad idea.

Not that there’d been much sleeping involved.