Page 37 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

I lean closer, vanishing the gap between our mouths, and her breath gets shallow as mine caresses her lips.

She waits for my kiss, but I stop just short of touching them.

She stares at me with a raw, wanton expression, listening, waiting, wanting.

But I hover, forcing all her senses to focus.

Then I blow my breath very softly between her parted lips. I want her to feel it caress the hollowness inside of her.

She inhales deeply, then gasps my name, "Aurelius."

The sensual way she says it draws a moan from my throat, and it sparks a fire in her.

Wild eyes challenge me not to resist her as she pushes hard against the hold I have on her chin.

Forcing her lips to mine, my hand slides down her jaw, around her ear, and I cup it, allowing her to place her lips on mine.

But I resist giving her the hard kiss she begs me for. My kiss instead is gentle, soft, and firm, all at the same time.

She tastes so fucking good. I savor our first connection, drinking in the moment and the sweet sensation of Siri.

When I release her lips, her head falls back into my hand as her body collapses into mine. She stares into my eyes, vulnerable and sincere.

Damn, Wild Thang, I have been looking for you all my life.

I slide my fingers between hers, bonding us together, and the one cradling her head slides into her hair and squeezes.

I see both pain and pleasure in her eyes, as tears well up in them, but they stare back at me, fearless. Her smile is confident and unintimidated. Assuring me she can handle whatever demons I possess.

And I believe her!

She whispers, "Thanks … for the compliment."

"Oh, Siri." I hold her tight, squeezing her fingers and pulling her hair, breathing on her face, fighting for control of my emotions.

I close my eyes and touch my forehead with hers until I've regained my composure. Then, with a sigh, I release her and gently cup her face, cradling it, placing a soft, gentle kiss on her forehead, leaving my lips on her skin as I breathe.

She rests her hands on my waist and squeezes me tight. Understanding that what surges between us is the kind of chemistry that conquers all.

I mumble against her skin. "You're welcome. I meant it."

Then I draw back and look at this woman who owns me, but I let her go and step back. "I better get going."

She sighs and says, "Me too," but doesn't move.

As I reach for the door handle, she says, "Hey…. Moore."

I look back at her. There is a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

A smile breaks across my face as my eyes narrow. "What Wild Thang?"

She giggles with the nickname, then she struts up to me, and I see the Vegas Diva working her assets. She leans her head over, drops her eyes to the ground, and lets them crawl up nice and slow. I smirk, feeling devoured by her dominant diva.

When she looks into my eyes, she informs me, "We have unfinished business, Aurelius. A bottle of Merlot and a rain-check to cash."

I shake my head, laughing, and admit, "I can't wait to open and enjoy that deep, full-body with its enticing flavor. And I've already been dreaming up ways to cash in on the rain-check."

She tosses her hair and sasses, "Mmmhmm," then she struts away.

"Hey, Wright!" I call after her.

She stops and looks back.

"Be safe tonight."

"Of course." She assures me, then she starts walking again.

I add, "Be good too!"

She gives me a sassy wave of her hand and calls over her shoulder. "I'm always good, Aurelius."

I shake my head and whisper. "There is no doubt about that!"

The guy paces back and forth as she walks over. When she stops to speak to him, he jerks his head to look at her, and I realize he doesn't recognize her.

My fingers curl into a fist as he stands up straight, blatantly looking her up and down as if she were a piece of meat. Then he steps around the car, opens the driver's door, and lowers his lean body behind the wheel.

Siri follows to the passenger side and opens her door, then intentionally bends over, flashing me a dark shadow of what lies between and beneath.

I laugh at her flirtation and whistle an old-fashioned catcall as she slides in the Porsche. Then she glances back to see me sitting with my arm resting on the open window unable to take my eyes off her.

She gives me a twinkling finger wave as she closes the door, pleased she had my undivided attention.

I crank the truck and wait. I don't like not knowing where this cocktail party is. I have no right to interfere, but all I need is a reason.

The Porsche starts, and I see them discussing something.

I hope she changes her mind. But then the reverse lights engage, and the car eases out of the parking spot.

As they drive past, I toot the horn a quick tap just so the guy knows I'm watching him.

Then I put the Raptor in gear and follow them down the drive.

I have a bad feeling in the pit of my gut, knowing Siri is with another man and not knowing where they are going, so I ride his ass, flooding the Porsche with my high beams.

I can see Siri looking out the window, ignoring him, while he is constantly checking his rearview mirror. He says something to her, and she turns to look back at me.

I dim the lights until she turns around, then I put the high beams back on. I want to leave no doubt that he's accountable to me for her well-being.

Stopped at the highway, he checks traffic. It doesn't matter which direction he's going. I'm following them. He signals he's making a right turn, and so do I. Siri's face is reflected in the side mirror, and she's wearing a big grin, and that's all the encouragement I need.

We ease out onto the road together, and I continue my truck dominance, closing the gap between the vehicles, tailing him entirely too close. If he slams on the brakes, I will ram into him and be liable for the damage, but that's alright. Siri will leave the scene of the accident with me.

He tries to leave me by punching the gas, not knowing I drive a Raptor and can hang with his acceleration. When he can't shake me, he backs off the speed and resumes the speed limit.

I smirk, "What a pussy." But I back off the excessive tail and put my low beams on. He got the message.

Siri turns around in the seat and shows me her phone, then turns back around and types something.

I take mine off the seat and find a notification from Facebook's messenger app.

Here’s my digits. 334-###-####. "Call Me Maybe." ;D

I laugh at her song reference remembering her unique choice when she performed at Been Jammin'.

Just then, the left blinker starts to flash, and the brake lights illuminate. Are they going to the Country Club also? That would be just too sweet!

But he turns onto a private drive right before the Country Club turn lane. I can't follow them there, but at least I know she's close by.