Free Billionaire Brothers 2 : Love Has A Name by S. Ann Cole Page B

For the past week, I’ve been going over and over the details of that Friday when we spent those few wonderful hours together. Trying to find some clue to you; to your weakness. I refused to come close to you again until I did.” His fingers traveled under my chin and tipped up my face so I could look at him. “I’m here now. So you can guess I’ve found my answer.”
    I could only gaze back into his grays that were now like melted steel, and into me he poured all that heat and steam. My body was so hot beneath my robe, I felt I would combust. Words remained elusive.
    “You want to know what that is, Axia? Your weakness to me? The one thing you can’t resist?”
    My eyes shuttered down at the caressing of his warm minty breath against my lips. “W-What?”
    Pretty Boy Nelson brought his hands to cup my face, pressed his forehead against mine, then whispered, “My touch.”
    A whimper escaped me at the verity of his words. Oh sweet Lord, I was doomed. “That’s not true.”
    “You know it is,” he breathed, before slipping his tongue inside my mouth.
    My pushes at his chest were lame and half-hearted, because seconds later I was returning his kiss and that made him groan. His sweet tongue explored the depths and crevices of my mouth, gliding over the ridges of my teeth, pulling on my lips with small tugs, chasing my tongue with his. I relaxed into it, resisting the urge to grip his neck and pull him into one of my usually aggressive kisses. An aggressive kiss wasn’t what I wanted from him, surprisingly. The gentleness of this kiss, of him, was different. And I loved it …
    Hell, what was I doing? I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t. With every iota of strength I had left, I cleaved away from the kiss and took advantage of his vulnerable state. In swift movements, I switched positions so that he was up against the wall with me against him. He started to smile and I slapped his face. Hard . The penetrating connection of skin against skin bounced off the walls in an echo. “Don’t you ever do that again!” I hissed.
    But Lovello didn’t even blink; it was as if he were expecting it. “You kissed me back.”
    Grabbing his chin in a firm grip, I spoke in a tight voice, “Yes. So I did. And you’re a really good kisser, Pretty Boy. But you do that again and I swear to God I’ll…” My words tumbled away when my nipple puckered under the pad of his thumb. I was wearing a tube top and gym shorts, but also had on an ivory silk robe. Yet, his touch penetrated so intensely through the materials.
    “You swear to God you’ll do what, Axia?” His voice was like that of a serpent in my ear.
    “I swear to God that I’ll…” Again, my words drifted away like chaff in the wind when his other hand came up to my breast and squeezed. My hand fell away from his chin and I dropped my face to his chest, my breathing erratic.
    “Tell me to stop.” He pulled the ties of my robe and his hands trespassed inside, traveling up and down my sides before clasping my hips and pulling me hard against him. “Tell me, Axia. Tell me to stop.”
    Power and control were out of my reach. I couldn’t even control my own breathing when he touched me, let alone tell him to stop. I buried my face deeper into his chest, for that was all I could do. He smelled like clean linen and … and … rain. It wasn’t fair that his heart was beating at its usual pace while my heartbeats were all over the place.
    Lovello’s hand slid into the waistband of my shorts. “Aren’t you going to tell me to stop?” His fingers traveled lower down. “You’re going to allow me to touch you there ? You’re a naughty, naughty gym teacher, Miss Blacksille.”
    A whimper from me muffled into his chest when his fingers brushed over my mound. “Dios, I…”
    The fiend bent his head and pressed his lips to my ear. “You can’t, can you? You don’t want it, but you can’t tell me to stop. Isn’t it so?”
    A knock sounded on the door, followed by