The Billionaire Next Door (Billionaire Bad Boys #2)(45)

Plus, he tasted like heaven.

She tightened her grip on his sweater and kissed him again. Tag wanted her, in his bed, in his room. She wanted it, too.

And she was going to take it.





Chapter 13



Rachel Foster had never been so pampered.

When she’d lived in Ohio, she hadn’t wanted for anything—her basic needs were always met. Christmases brought lots of presents, and her mother was fond of surprising her with gifts or dinners out. So yeah, she had been brought up in a small town but by no means had been destitute.

Moving to Chicago on her own had been an upgrade, and when she moved in with Shaun, she’d been able to afford a few of the finer things. Expensive handbags and shoes, and a few nice dresses. No, her closet wasn’t bursting with designer clothing, but she had enough to make her look good at work and make her look good for Shaun.

But she’d never experienced luxury like this…She took in the cabin of the private airliner from where she sat at the breakfast table. This was really something. She wasn’t yet over the opulence of the buttercream leather sofa and chairs, cushy armrests, and reclining seats.

They’d boarded the plane at midnight, and after they were in the air, she’d gone straight to the cabin and slept like the dead. She awoke to turbulence around seven in the morning Chicago time, took a quick shower—an experience like none other—and dressed before she came out to the main cabin.

Though this room wasn’t like being on an airplane either. The cushy seats and leather couch and a dining area were all formal enough.

She’d forgone breakfast, but took her coffee with lots of cream while watching Tag peck at his laptop at a comically slow speed. Each tick of his fingers was like watching a giant try and operate a delicate device.

She knew personally what those fingers were capable of. How sure and strong they were. They were being wasted on whatever email or document he was typing at the moment.

She let out a longing sigh.

Tag didn’t look up from the keyboard when he said, “For being nervous about flying, you don’t act very nervous.”

Finally, he raised an eyebrow and met her eyes.

She wiggled in her seat, heat coating her. This morning his hair was in a low ponytail/bun, and he wore a casual pair of jeans and a V-neck tee showing a hint of chest hair. All she’d been able to think about was making love with him again, and how they likely didn’t have time to do it this morning since the plane landed in an hour or so.

“Why is it you look like you’re thinking something sinister?” he asked, that eyebrow arcing higher. “And don’t lie to me, Dimples. I have a sixth sense.” She watched his slow smile, white teeth appearing as his trimmed beard parted. Her nether regions buzzed like she’d sat on a vibrating phone.

“I’m surprised…” she started, feeling daring. Must be the Kona coffee.

“Because?”

“Because I expected you to induct me into the Mile High Club by now. This is my first private flight.” She looked at him through her lashes, her coy smile in place.

Tag wore an all-out grin, which made her inordinately pleased. Where she was concerned, he wasn’t immune. And she liked that. A lot.

“Excuse me.” Smoothly, he shut his laptop, stood, and walked from cabin to cockpit.

Okay. That was interesting. She hadn’t expected him to leave. Maybe she didn’t have the same power over him as he had over her.

She turned to look out the window, but the nighttime landscape was nothing but blackness. She imagined a sea of clouds and blue skies once the sun rose, anticipating being someplace where the high was above freezing. She wondered what the temperature was on—

“Let’s go.” Her hand was snatched a moment later as Tag pulled her out of her seat and led her to the bedroom.

“Wait,” she said through her laughter as she hustled after him. “What are you doing?”

In the bedroom, he released her, closed the door, and whipped off his shirt. She gasped, her eyes eating up his tanned muscles and bulky arms.

“Making you a member.” He caught the back of her head in his hand and kissed her. She melted beneath his touch. She was hopelessly attracted to him. Just an absolute goner.

When she caught a breath of air, she said, “Where did you go?”

“Told the pilot to take the long way.”

“There’s a longer way to Hawaii?”

“There is now.” He continued tickling her neck with kisses, making his way down her collarbone and over one shoulder as he slid the strap of her dress aside. Then the zipper was down, and he was lifting the material over her head.

“I like this season on you.” He tossed the garment aside. “More skin. Less clothes,” he mumbled in between kisses.

“Hey! Don’t wrinkle it. I wanted to get lei’d in that dress.” She smiled.

“Oh, now you’re cute?”

“I don’t know. Am I?”

Something serious overtook the moment, thickening the air in the bedroom as Tag brushed his knuckles along her cheek. His eyes flickered with warmth, his touch enough to tantalize and savor at the same time.

“Yeah, Dimples. You are.” His next kiss was slower, more purposeful, when he bent his head and covered her lips with his. Rachel lost herself in the feel of his mouth, noting the shift in the moment. He’d dragged her to his apartment for a sexy game of cat and mouse before, but this was different. He hadn’t come in here to prove himself. He’d come in here to grant her request.