Billionaires, silver foxes, and the heat you've been craving.

He broke the kiss. His gaze met mine, and he held it as he let his fingers trace a line between my breasts and down my tummy. I don't know how I managed to maintain eye contact, but I did, and I had never felt so sexy in my entire life.

His maddeningly neutral expression gave nothing away, but he couldn't disguise the hunger in his eyes. Oh God, he wanted me.

I could feel him on my nerves, my pressure points. I was slowly losing all control to him.

I felt safe. I felt courageous. I felt like I needed him. All at once. Right now.

He slowly worked off my bikini bottoms, eased them down a few inches and felt my hips and thighs as he lowered them, and a shaky breath stuttered across my lips. He took his time with me. He made it feel like all he wanted was time with me, time to discover me, my angles, my curves and dips.

My flesh felt hot and heavy under his touch, and I moaned out loud as I felt the way his lips on my neck made my muscles quiver. At first my response was just as simple, I tried to give just as much intrigue, promise, touch, but then something snapped in me.

A perverse thrill shot through me, and I shivered. We were both urgent now, urgent, and hungry.