Read Online One Night With the Billionaire (Men of the Zodiac) by Sarah Ballance - Free Book Online

Then he stood and reached for her hand. She gave it, tentatively, and he pulled her to her feet…and promptly stepped backward into the pool, pulling her in with him. The water was warm, almost like bath water, but she sucked in a breath anyway, probably from surprise. She landed upright, and he didn’t waste any time caging her against the edge. Her eyes were wide, uncertain. But when she focused on his lips, he knew he had her.
    “I’m telling you now. I wanted you. I wanted you so motherfucking bad I didn’t have the nerve to say it, but I will now. I. Want. You. So the question remains. What are you going to do about it?” He left the words out there, half hoping she’d shoot him down. That’s all it would take…she could so easily wreck what was left of his ego—at least where she was concerned—and put an end to this incessant want. But if he expected snooty, he’d missed it by a mile.
    She tilted her head. He could have sworn she’d kiss him, but no. She pressed her lips together and stared at his mouth. “I’d say that was a loaded question.”
    He shook his head—a single, slow denial that had her trembling. He waited for her to meet his eyes before he spoke. “Actually, it’s a simple one. You’ve got your bad boy, princess. What are you going to do with me now?”
    Through the gift of peripheral vision, he caught sight of her chest heaving, wet dress plastered to her breasts in a seduction all its own. But he couldn’t tear his gaze from hers. He wouldn’t make it that easy, especially not when standing there so close to her was about all he could take. He’d tasted her once that day.
    It hadn’t been enough.
    “Is there still something you want, princess?”
    She met his gaze through her lashes, uncertainty tangling with something bold. Desire . “Y—yes.”
    “Then take it.” He almost felt bad at the way she trembled, but almost didn’t cut it. She was a grown woman. She’d started something with him earlier he had no qualms about finishing, but he wasn’t going to push himself on her.
    He was going to make her fucking beg.
    She just stared at him for the longest time. A string of emotions played through her eyes, and he didn’t know what a damn one meant, but she was in the middle of making a decision. So he waited.
    Finally, she reached for him. Traced her fingertips along his jaw. With her attention on her travels, he took advantage of the chance to study her up close. If she wore makeup, it was so natural he didn’t notice, not even from less than a foot away. Thick lashes framed wide, intelligent eyes. Her skin was smooth, flawless. He wondered what she thought of his scars.
    Her index finger landed on his lip, a replay of what had happened in the guest suite, and sent his imagination into overdrive. Though the vision had bad idea written all over it, in his mind she was already in his bed, clutching at the sheets like as if they could save her.
    As if anything could.
    She tipped her head again like she was going to kiss him, and his arms shook with the need to touch her. Pull her close. But he kept his hands fixed on the side of the pool and let her lean into him. She gained some height—tiptoes, maybe—and when she dropped her hand from his mouth, he just knew he was going to taste her, to feel the torturous slide of her tongue against his.
    But she hesitated.
    In the quiet aftermath of her indecision, he took a breath. She was off limits, and he’d do well to remember it.
    Though it killed him, he took a step back and averted his attention from the flash of uncertainty that clouded her eyes. Even still, he saw her straighten. Stiffen. And match his retreat with a step of her own.
    She cleared her throat. “How is it possible you haven’t found anyone to share this with you?”
    A beat passed before he answered. “It’s not that I’m against relationships. I guess given my past, it’s hard to trust that the women who are interested don’t just want my money,