Page 54 of Dating the Billionaire

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

BLAIRWASHURTINGfor him and for herself. She assured him, “I didn’t lie about everything.”

He shook his head and said, his voice thick with disgust, “You even lied about your name.”

“Savannah is my first name,” she said. “I’ve just always used my middle name instead.”

“What about Bill?” he asked. “Is that another name? What about Tom, Dick and Harry? Do you use them, too?”

Heat flushed her face. “The Bill thing was a mistake. I thought—when Grant told me that you didn’t want a female pilot—I thought you were being sexist. And I wanted to teach you a lesson.”

He moved his hand away from her face to rub over his own now. “I sure as hell learned a lesson. To never trust you again.”

Blair’s temper flared now. “You’re not even going to listen to me, are you?”

He shook his head. “I’m too damn mad.”

“Okay, Grant is right.” But she wouldn’t admit that to him when she saw him next. “This isn’t a good idea. We shouldn’t try to talk about this now.”

“I agree,” he said. “We shouldn’t talk at all.” But instead of walking away, he stepped closer, so his body, which nearly vibrated with fury, rubbed against hers.

Passion flared more fiercely than her temper, and her skin heated and tingled as her pulse began to race. Blair never felt as out of control as she did now, as desperate with desire. Knowing she was losing him, probably forever, spurred an urgency inside her and apparently inside him as well.

They reached for each other at the same time, hands grasping, mouths mating...

In their haste to undress each other, clothing ripped. A button pinged off her shirt and another off his, hitting the concrete floor before bouncing away. She didn’t care. She wanted him so badly.

She clawed at his belt, unclasping it and the button on his jeans. Then she dragged down the zipper and released him. He was doing the same to her, pulling down her pants, pushing aside her panties.

His fingers stroked her to an even greater frenzy. And his mouth...

His mouth nipped and bit at hers with angry, hot kisses. Then he slid his tongue between her lips as he slid his fingers inside her.

She was so on edge that she nearly came then. A cry—of frustration—slipped out of her. She closed her hand around his cock and moved it up and down, pumping him.

He grunted and groaned and pulled back. Fumbling in his wallet, he pulled out a condom. His hand shook as badly as she was shaking, and he was barely able to tear it open.

Blair took it from him and tore it open with her teeth. Then she rolled the condom onto him. She kicked off her pants and shoes, and he lifted her up and guided her down onto his cock.

She wrapped her legs around his lean waist and her arms around his shoulders, holding tightly to him. He staggered a bit—either from her weight or from the alcohol he’d had with her brother.

He stumbled back and settled her onto the edge of the table. Glasses bounced and cards flew as he thrust inside her—over and over again. He was clearly as desperate for a release as she was.

But even as angry as he was, he wasn’t selfish. He pushed her open shirt back and shoved down her bra. Then he cupped her breasts in his hands and stroked her nipples into taut, sensitive points.

The sensation streaked through her, making her core pulsate even more. She throbbed and ached everywhere with that unbearable tension gripping her. She needed the release that only he had ever really been able to give her—the powerful, mind-blowing relief.

He moved one hand from her breast, over her stomach to her clit. And his thumb stroked over it as he continued to thrust deeper and deeper inside her.

The tension wound even more tightly through her until finally it broke, crashing through her body, making her shudder. She screamed his name, the intensity of it all overwhelming her.

He kept thrusting until his body tensed—then he, too, shuddered. A deep guttural sound tore from his throat—along with her name.

“Savannah...”

As soon as it left his lips, his eyes opened wider—with shock. And he shook his head. “No, you’re Blair.”

“I’m the same person,” she assured him. “You know who I am. You know my body, my soul.”