Page 65 of Dating the Billionaire

CHAPTER NINETEEN

DESPITEALLHERhours of flying experience, Blair was surprised she hadn’t crashed the plane with as distracted—and excited—as she’d been. But she’d managed to land safely at a private airport in Athens, where a car had been waiting to bring them back to an elegant hotel near Syntagma Square that had an incredible view of the Acropolis.

But Blair, who loved Athens, had no interest in the view or in the designer dresses hanging on a garment rack in the living room of the suite. She was interested only in Teo.

“I can’t believe that you specifically chartered a flight with me,” she said.

His handsome face contorted with a slight grimace. “I’m really not a chauvinist,” he said. “I had no problem with having a female pilot.”

She still had a few doubts. “Then why did you request a man?”

“I didn’t want to meet you,” he said. “The way your brother raved about you I knew that I’d be interested in you, and I was already seeing this Savannah woman who had me so messed up and on edge that I didn’t know if I was coming or going.”

She smiled. “I can help you with the coming part,” she teased.

He groaned. “Savan—Blair...”

“You can call me Savannah,” she said.

“I thought only your mother called you that.”

“No. She gave me the name, but I stopped answering to it long ago.”

“Oh,” he said. “That’s why you never called me back. You don’t answer to that name.”

“Whatever you call me is right,” she assured him.

“Then I will call you my love,” he said. “Because you are.” He pulled her into his arms then and lowered his head to hers, but he just brushed her lips with his as he stared into her eyes.

She knew what he was looking for, and it had to be there because she could no longer contain it or deny it. “I love you.”

He kissed her then, really kissed her, his mouth moving hungrily over hers as if he wanted to taste the love on her lips. It was there.

Her love for him was everywhere. Her desire for him was, too. She’d missed him so much. And finally she knew that hollow ache inside her would be filled. She reached for the hem of his sweater and pulled the cashmere up, over his washboard abs, over the hair covering his sculpted chest. That hair was softer than the cashmere, tickling her palms as she pushed the sweater past his shoulders and head. It mussed his chocolate curls, making one fall over his forehead, into his thick lashes.

“You are so damn good-looking,” she marveled.

He grinned. “So you don’t want me for my money—just my body?”

He acted as if he was kidding, but his body had gone tense as he waited for her answer. Too many people had used Teo, wanting only what he could give them without giving him anything in return.

“I want more than that,” she assured him. “I want your heart and soul, too.”

“You have them,” he said as he brushed his mouth across hers again. “You have all of me.”

She entwined her fingers with his and tugged him toward the bedroom of the suite. “And you have all of me,” she assured him.

The minute they stepped into the room, he reached for the buttons on her shirt. But she lightly smacked away his hands and slowly undid each one, teasing him with each inch of skin she revealed.

“You don’t trust me with your buttons anymore?” he asked.

She smiled. “I’m still missing a couple.” But she didn’t care. She only wanted to make sure that he realized she was giving herself freely this time. So she undressed herself. And then she undressed him, as slowly and deliberately.

He groaned as she touched and kissed him everywhere. “You’re killing me.”

“I want to please you,” she said.

“You do—more than anyone ever has...”