Page 58 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

Aurei walks in front of the headlights. His blonde halo sways gently with each step.

Umm. Umm. Umm. He is purty. I giggle, drawing out my southern drawl and totally owning it like a local.

When he opens my door, he offers his hand like a gentleman to help me step down.

As soon as our skin connects, the spark ignites. He says softly as he pulls me out of the seat. "If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?" And I immediately recognize the lyrics of a song. He controls my body, letting it slide slowly down his safely to the ground.

Our electricity makes me tingle all over.

I lay my hand on his thick, soft pecs. "You're in for a real treat then."

A low throat moan vibrates my hand, and it's sexy as fuck!

I push him gently as I lean over to take my shoes off, then I hand them to him to hold.

His expression wonders what I'm doing, but he doesn't say anything. He simply waits.

I look in my purse for my phone, find it, scroll to the song, then push him, and say, "I need a little more space."

He steps back twice, and then his whole face lights up as that song by the Bellamy Brothers begins, and I pick my feet up in the delicate steps of the Hawaiian hula, letting my hips rolling and arms flow, expressing the lyrics.

As I dance, I move my hands sensuously up and down my body, introducing him to the real me. I form a halo over my head, then gesture it's his, then I push my forefingers up through my hair to create horns, letting him know I'm a devil.

The song is perfect for the conversation we just had. I am not the good girl he thinks I am.

He watches me dance the entire song without saying a word. The only language spoken is his hungry expression that haunts his face, and it is shouting to me. He wants me really, really bad, which is going to be really, really good.

As the song ends, I turn my back to shimmy my ass in luau quick-time fashion, then I add tossing my hair around, and at the very end, I shimmy my tits too. There is no way his pulse isn't racing as fast as my heart-covered ass is shaking.

When the music ends, I turn back around, drop the phone back in my purse, and casually tell him. "One of my all-time favorite songs!"

His voice is deep and husky when he says, "One of mine favorite songs now too."

I reach for my shoes, but he grabs my outstretched hand and slides his fingers between mine like he did when he kissed me. The cinching movement stirs my passion with its subtle but so sexy sensation and sends shivers running up my arm.

He leans over, puts his mouth next to my ear, and whispers in it. "I take your saying yes to the question?"

I close my eyes and inhale deeply. His scent is intoxicating. He smells so fucking good. My knees get weak, and I answer softly. "The answer is yes."

He inhales my scent deeply, too, then exhales onto my neck as he whispers, "Are you acceding to me then?"

Goosebumps start at that spot and travel all over as he sends my desire into overdrive. "Acceding?" I whisper.

"Yes."

I squeeze his hand, "No. I am consenting to hold it against you."

I hear that low throat moan again as his fingers tilt my chin, lifting my face to his, and he places his lips on mine. "I think I like that better."

Like his kiss before, his lips feel soft but firm. He doesn't stick his tongue past my teeth. Instead, he runs it along the bottom of them, tasting me, teasing me, while our breath mingles.

Then he lets me go, gently but quickly, and he steps to the back of his truck to retrieve his cooler with my shoes still in his hand.

My eyes fall to his round ass, and my palm starts to tingle. That is a perfect ass, and I can't wait to squeeze it and feel it in motion.

When he walks back, he squats in front of me. "Hop on. You can ride me."

I laugh, preview . Then I sling my purse over my head and shoulder, push it to the back, and mount him piggyback style, wrapping myself around his neck and his waist. He hooks my legs with his arm and starts walking toward our building.

The feeling of his muscular body moving under me, between my thighs with my pussy hanging just over that perfect fucking muscle, and the bounce of his step is exquisite. I bury my face in his back, enjoying the feel and smell of him, and I purr happily, then I start to giggle.

"What's so funny?"

I pull my mouth up to his neck and tell him, "My panty-less ass is hanging out of my dress."

He stops immediately, puts his hand back there, and feels under my skirt touching my bare skin as I drop my legs to stand back up.

I giggle, "Not very lady-like."

As he turns around, grinning, I pull the leather back over my booty. "My shoes, please."

He drops the cooler where he stands, then scoops me off my feet.

Surprised to be lifted, an "Ohhh" slips out of my mouth as he cradles me in his arms. I laugh, putting them around his neck again. "Is this necessary?"

"No, but you wanted a ride to the front door."

"Ah, trickery." I tease, studying his handsome profile as he starts walking again. "Hey, what about the cooler?"

"What about it?"

"Are you going to just leave it there?" I ask, staring over his shoulder.

"Affirmative." Then he laughs down into my face. "That's army talk for yep."

I throw my head back and giggle hard. When I open my eyes again to enjoy his handsome profile, he isn't watching where we are going.

He is watching me, and the gentle but profoundly passionate look on his face wipes the smile off mine.

His voice is husky when he says softly, "You are stunning, Siri. Simply stunning."

My heart melts, but I can't help but tease him. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Hardcore."

His grin is perfect. "Ah, how far will honesty take me then?"

I roll my eyes and look away. "Umm. It's such a novel concept. Let me think about that."

"Till the end of time?" The depth of his words aren't lost on me, and my eyes are drawn to his.

"But time will never end." I hear my husky voice thick with passion answer.

His head tilts slightly, and a sexy as fuck smile only teases his lips. "That's the whole idea."

Sweet Zeus! Try not to swoon, Siri.

We arrive at the door, and he breaks eye contact as he sets me gently down. "I always deliver the goods." He brags, making me giggle again.

This man has IT in fucking droves! His sex appeal is off the fucking chart!

He hands my shoes to me and steadies me as I lean against him, slipping them on with one hand.

When I stand up on my stilettos, he slides his hand down again to my hand, eases his fingers between mine, and squeezes.

The sensation makes me think of a saddle being cinched around a horse’s girth.

I smile up at him and know that I am going to love this sensual move every time he does it.

He leads me to the door, pulls it open and says as he offers entrance to me first. "My Lady."

It is definitely a possessive statement.

I walk through, pulling him with me toward the open elevator doors. My heels click lightly on the floor, echoing in the late-night emptiness as we walk across the lobby. "Look, Aurelius, our Chariot of the Gods awaits. Let us ascend to Cloud 9."

He chuckles as we enter the elevator. I step to the back, and as he steps forward to push the 9th floor button, he rests our clasped hands on his ass.

My hand tingles terribly wanting to grab it.

Then he simply steps back to stand next to me, letting our hands fall between us.

Side by side, we stare straight ahead, waiting for the elevator to start.

My only conscious thought is how natural my hand feels in his.

As soon as the doors close, the electricity begins to build.

In the confined space, his body radiates waves of heat, making every inch of my skin come alive with longing. The tingling in my hand spreads like liquid fire through me, and I have a hard time controlling the flood of desire that washes over me.

He doesn't move. He stands still and silent, seemingly unaffected.

As we pass the first floor, my breath becomes more shallow, and the tips of my nipples tease themselves on the bodice with every inhale and exhale of breath I take. The edge digging into my flesh as my breast swell, pushing themselves through the open heart hole, wanting him to touch them.

Remembering the earlier elevator ride and his seduction, only makes matters worse. I lay my head back, closing my eyes, trying to breathe. I tighten my tummy, squeezing my pussy, trying to control the surge of desire flooding my slit and making me wet.

Breathe!

I know his rock hard body is flawless.

Breathe!

I can see his perfect lips behind my closed eyelids.

I want to kiss them so bad it hurts.

I stroke my throat with my hand and swallow hard.

His throat moans and the low vibration sends shivers through me, then he says, "I would rather take you to heaven."

Holy fuck! I'm speechless with that thought.

Then, I realize I can feel his breath on my face, and I slowly open my eyes to find him towering over me, only inches away, leaning his forearm on the wall behind me while his other still holds mine cinched tight.

He is watching me struggle to breathe and enjoying the battle, knowing I am losing.

When I look into his emerald green gaze, sparks shoot between us, and he draws closer, pinning me down with the intensity of the thunder there.

He is seducing me again … and so successfully! Every inch of my being is turned on. I want him! I want him to touch me. Anywhere! Everywhere!

He whispers, and I can feel his breath caressing my lips, parting with anticipation. "Did you know I knew you weren't on a date?”

I blink several times, trying to focus on his words, but give it up and close my eyes again. I lean into the wall.

"I asked you a question." He whispers on my face again.

I lick my lips. "What was the question again?"

"Look at me."

I open my eyes to see the cute crinkles that form when he is smiling really big. His tone is teasing, “Did you realize I knew you weren't on a date?”