Royal Heir (Westerly Billionaire #3)(48)

Rachelle had been kissed many times before. She’d even been kissed deeply by him, but not like this. He was barely touching her, but they were connecting so intensely that her body burned for his. Every flick of his tongue against hers, every leisurely, artful tease, challenged what was left of her resolve. Her hands sought his muscular chest, and she no longer cared who might be watching. He ended the kiss with another groan but remained close enough so that their breath mingled.

The slow smile that spread across his face was a lusty one, like a pirate looking over the bounty of his raid. His eyes went to her still-parted lips. “What keeps you saying no to me when it is clear that you want to say yes?”

She fought to regain her composure. Manipulation even when it felt as good as this did was still wrong. “Your ego, for one.”

His smile widened, and his voice was a hot caress on her cheek. “Then rein me in.” His hands tightened in her hair. “Make me yours as completely as I will make you mine.”

Barely able to breathe, Rachelle released her seat belt and turned toward him. The bulge in the front of his trousers confirmed his statement. This was no insecure, still-living-with-his-parents boy. This was a powerful man who was used to getting what he wanted—and what he wanted was her.

And his challenge rocked through her.

Make me yours as completely as I will make you mine. What did that even mean? People didn’t own each other. They met, fell in love, had a few kids, and divorced, then learned to be civil for the sake of the children. That’s how the modern world worked.

Magnus didn’t live by those rules.

Had he sought to simply control her, she would have found him easier to resist. What did he want? Even as she tried to figure it out, part of her knew. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth back down to hers. There was nothing gentle about the kiss this time, and that was her choice. She arched against him and slid a hand down to his cock, loving how he shuddered from pleasure beneath her touch.

She kissed him until she sensed he was as close to losing control as she was. When she broke off the kiss, she felt shattered, but in a wonderful way. She wanted to be his. It was too late for her already. Even if she ended it now, even if they never took this further, he had already ruined her for other men. She would never again endure a bland kiss and wonder if the problem was hers. She’d never sit across from another nice man and hope she became more attracted to him. How could she, now that she knew what it should feel like?

Even if this doesn’t last, even if this is a huge mistake—I’d rather live with the regret than spend the rest of my life asking what it would have been like to say yes to him. Yes to being his and yes to trying to rein him in. “We should go,” she whispered.

“Where? Have you made your choice, little Rachelle?”

“Yes,” she said huskily while sitting back and reclipping her seat belt. “I want to see your riverfront home.” His answering smile was a little too smug, so she added, “But don’t call me little. I don’t like it.”

He swooped in with one last deep kiss that left her far too turned on to care what he called her. “You will learn to.”



It was painfully difficult not to end the day early and take Rachelle somewhere private where they could finish what they’d started, but Magnus had a second agenda for the day. His men were looking into who might have been following Rachelle as well as securing his home. Her safety took precedence over his passion.

He pulled his car back onto the road and stole a glance at her. She still looked flustered by his last comment, and he was tempted tell her it had been a joke, but it was too much fun to see how she would respond.

He didn’t want to spend his life with a woman who was afraid of him, nor was he looking for someone who would agree with everything he said. How boring would a life with such a woman be?

He glanced at her again. Rachelle Westerly was certainly not boring. Was she the woman for him? That was still to be determined, but the journey toward that decision promised to be quite enjoyable.

“Just because I said yes to your family home doesn’t mean I said yes to anything else.”

He arched an eyebrow and tried not to smile. “I believe your agreement to everything else was clearly stated by your hand on my cock a moment ago, but we can circle back to that later. If you’d like to deliver your answer in the form of deep throating, I’m open to that as well.”

She huffed and folded her arms across her chest. “You’re such an asshole.”

He laughed. “Give me your hand.”

“No.”

Intrigued, he tried again. “Then let me offer you mine.”

A hint of a smile twitched the corner of her mouth. She looked down at his outstretched hand and then met his eyes again. “I don’t want to encourage your bad behavior.”

She brought out a playful side of him he didn’t know he had. “Should I apologize? It’s not something I’m good at, but for you I’ll give it a go. I sincerely regret my obsession with wanting to rip your jeans off and kiss my way up those delicious thighs of yours. It’s inappropriate for me to keep imagining how wet you’ll be for my cock after I’ve made you come again and again with my tongue. Forgive me?”

He loved the flush his words brought to her cheeks and how she smiled as she placed her hand in his. Her words, however, took him by surprise. “I hope you don’t apologize to my grandmother in such a manner. You’ll give her a stroke.”