Page 15 of The Kiss that Captured a Billionaire (Heart & Soul #2)

Her fingers tugged at his jacket until it slid from his shoulders and fell to the floor. He groaned, reaching for the soft shawl around her. It slipped away like mist, revealing the curve of her shoulders and the way the dress hugged her every line.

“Is anyone else here?” she asked, her voice husky.

He shook his head. “No. Just us.”

“Good.”

She kicked off her heels, barefoot in his penthouse—like she’d always belonged there.

God, she’s killing me.

Her kiss slowed, becoming exploratory, her fingertips tracing the bare skin of his chest where she’d already undone most of the buttons of his shirt. She was touching him as if she wanted to memorize him.

He let her, his hands moving over her hips, then lower to the small of her back, anchoring her against him. She arched into him, her body molding to his until every inch of him ached.

“Is it… always like this?” she asked softly.

The question cut through the haze. He stilled, drawing back enough to meet her eyes.

“What do you mean?”

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. “I mean… I’ve never…”

Understanding hit hard. “You’ve never been with anyone?”

She leaned in and kissed him, her lips brushing his as she murmured, “If I had, I wouldn’t be asking.”

The words lit something deep inside him—not just desire, but an overwhelming need to honor the trust she was giving him.

He groaned and kissed her again, fiercer this time, then swept her into his arms. She gasped and clung to him, her cheek against his shoulder.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured.

“I know,” she whispered.

He carried her down the hall to his bedroom, the city lights spilling across the floor-to-ceiling windows. The soft amber glow of the recessed lights bathed her in gold.

At the edge of the bed, he lowered her to stand on her feet slowly, keeping his forehead against hers. “You can stop me anytime. Just say the word.

Her fingers traced the line of his jaw down to his chest. “I don’t want you to stop.”

His breath left him in a shudder. He kissed her again—slower, deeper, full of wonder—before sliding the zipper of her dress down in a single smooth motion. The gown loosened and slipped away, pooling at her feet.

She stood before him in lace and bare feet, vulnerable and breathtaking.

“Yes,” he said when she gave a nervous smile, “I’m staring.

Her laugh trembled into a gasp when he unclasped her bra. He took his time, his lips mapping her skin, his hands steady as he guided her backward onto the bed

When she arched into him, he knew he’d remember this moment for the rest of his life—not just for the heat, but for the way she looked at him… like he was already hers.

A slow, shy smile curved her lips.

When she didn’t pull away, he bent to kiss her again. He started at her shoulders, moved to her neck, then to the soft curve of her collarbone. She trembled under his touch, her fingers sliding beneath his shirt, seeking skin.

He shucked it off, impatient now. She ran her hands across his chest, pausing when she reached the scar just beneath his ribs.

“How did you get this?” she asked, her voice barely above a breath.

“Motorcycle accident. I was seventeen. Thought I was invincible.”

She looked up at him, her brow drawn. “You’re not?”

His lips twitched. “No. I’m not.”

“Well, that bursts one bubble. I guess you can die from pleasure then,” she teased.

Their eyes met—raw and unguarded—and something shifted.

For him, this wasn’t just lust.

This was her giving him everything—and trusting that he would protect the gift she was offering.

He reached for her again, lifting her gently as he slid off her panties, letting them fall to the side before stripping the rest of his clothes.

And then he paused.

She lay there, wide-eyed, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling with anticipation and nerves. She was an offering to the Gods, her hair a silk curtain of black with fire threading through—like her kisses.

Theo’s heart thudded against his ribs. He reached for the drawer beside the bed, pulled out protection, and then knelt beside her, stroking her hair back from her face.

“Still okay?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yes, but getting a little impatient. I didn’t realize it took so long. There’s a part of me that wants to throw you down and have its wicked way with you before I self-combust.”

He chuckled and licked the tip of her nipple, causing her to gasp and bow. “And the other part?”

“The other part—” She paused, her voice shaking. “The other part wants to see what you do.”

“How about we do that first? Then you can have your wicked way with me,” he suggested, tweaking her other nipple until she was breathing in gasps and crying out his name.

Theo took his time, letting his hands and lips reassure her, teach her. There was no rush, only reverence. He kissed her jaw, her throat, her shoulder, trailing warmth down her body until she arched into him, her eyes fluttering closed.

“I’m going to taste every inch of you. By the time I’m done, no one else will ever compare. No other man will ever be able to touch you the way I do. Make you come the way I will. Tell me what you want, Rose.”

“You… I want… you,” she breathed out.

“Keep your hands above your head,” he ordered.

Her dazed eyes stared back at him. “But… why? I want to touch you.”

“Later. For now, this is about you and your pleasure. I’ll let you know when you can touch me,” he promised.

He knew if she touched him now, with the way she was reacting to him, and the way his body was on fire, that he wouldn’t be able to go slow. He didn’t want to hurt her. She was petite. He… well, he knew he was well-endowed.

“Well, it shouldn’t take long,” she panted as he moved down her body and parted her legs.

“Oh, my! Oh-oh-oh!” she cried out, her body jolting and bucking when he moved between her parted thighs.

Theo loved how responsive she was to his touch. He caressed her sensitive nub, teasing it with his fingers, his tongue, his lips, until she was crying wildly and trying to pull away. He loved that she kept her fingers wrapped around the decorative bars of his headboard.

The emotions flashing across her face, the way her lips parted when he hit an especially sensitive spot, the way her breasts swayed as she twisted and bucked, turned him on harder than he had ever been in his life.

She stiffened when he slid a finger into her vaginal canal. He gently lapped at her until she moaned and relaxed with pleasure. She began moving; rocking her hips when he slid two fingers into her so he could gently stretch her.

“That’s it. Take it, kardiá mou ,” he encouraged, pressing as deep as he could until he felt the thin barrier.

“Theo… please… I need?—”

Her gasps turned to soft moans when he gently stroked her, increasing the friction. Her fingers clenched the headboard, her head thrown back, her lips parted on a guttural cry as she came.

Theo rose over her, caging her. He tore the condom open with his teeth, discarded the foil, and rolled it over his throbbing shaft, gritting his teeth at the sensitivity.

With a coarse curse, he fitted himself to her ready channel and entered her with infinite care. She tensed—but only for a breath—and then relaxed beneath him, releasing the headboard so she could slide her hands up his chest as he stilled.

Her lips parted on a breathy, “Theo…”

“Oh, agápi mou . You are so beautiful.”

He groaned her name like a prayer, kissing her temple, whispering praise as they began moving in unison.

He kept his focus on her face, measuring her responses as he rocked his hips, pressing deeper with each thrust.

She was driving him crazy, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. He’d never in his life tried so hard to keep from coming.

The feel of his cock sliding in and out of her sent spirals of exquisite pleasure through him until it was almost painful. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer when the familiar tingling built and his balls tightened harder than he’d ever been before.

He held nothing back. His control frayed with each breath, each whisper, each connection of skin to skin. When she came apart beneath him again, gasping his name, quivering in his arms, he followed—his release crashing over him with a force that left him shuddering with pleasure.

What had just happened between them literally took his breath away.

“My Rose. My beautiful Rose,” he breathed, wrapping his arms around her and holding her as tightly as he could without crushing her.

His mind was spinning out of control. His cock, still buried inside her, twitched as the last of his orgasm slowly faded. He cursed the condom—grateful for it, yet furious at the distance it put between them.

An image blindsided him—Rose, glowing, rounded with his child. The thought was so foreign, it stunned him. He’d never pictured a future like that—until now.

Where the hell did that thought come from?

He breathed, knowing he needed to care for Rose, but he didn’t want to move. Hell, he wasn’t sure if he could! His bones felt as if they had melted. The thought amused him because that was another first for him.

“What’s so funny?” Rose asked, peering at him with a suspicious expression.

He kissed her, caressing her lips with his before he replied.

“I need to take care of you—” he said, gazing down at her.

She sniffed, her fingers curling against his shoulders. He had the feeling she was about to push him away. He tightened his arms around her and bent to whisper in her ear.

“—but you’ve melted my bones to the point I’m not sure I can move.”

“Oh… Oh!” She giggled and began caressing his shoulders with her fingertips while moving her hips. “Then, laugh away while I continue working on my devious plan of committing death by pleasure.”

“I would die a very happy man,” he teased, capturing her swollen lips again.