Free I Choose You (The Billionaire Brothers Series) by S. Ann Cole

correctly. You need to be given a reason to want to talk about your life. I’m arrogant enough to know I’ll succeed at that — adopting you, that is.”
    I stared at him, dumbfounded. The hell’s that supposed to mean?
    But before I could find a breath to speak, he was out of the car, rounding to my side, and opening the door. Planted in the car seat, I could only stare up at him as he held out his hand, waiting for me to get out.
    That’s when I started to question whether I knew what I was getting myself into with this man. He wasn’t like the other guys I screwed around with — mainly because he wasn’t a guy, but a man . He asked a shitload of questions all the time and looked at me with penetrative, analyzing stares, searching for the best angle to rip me open.
    Then there was the fact he was, well, him. All the talk about adopting me — whatever that meant — was proof he wasn’t on the same page I was. I was in it for a wham-bam-thank-you-madam fling. But it was now becoming obvious he was in for something more. He had an aim, and I was sensible enough to know men like him usually got whatever they went after. So the best thing to do was to stop this before it started.
    I blinked at his hand and then back up at him. “Um, I’m thinking this might not be — ”
    “No thinking,” he cut me off. “C’mon.”
    When I continued to hesitate, he stooped down to level his eyes with mine. “Over all our encounters, you’ve been exuding the ‘I know what I want’ attitude. You do know what you want, you’re not coy about it, and that turns me the fuck on. But in order for me to give you what you want, Krissan, you have to take what I’m offering.”
    This time, when he reached out to touch me, he didn’t pull back. As his thumb passed over my lower lip, he tugged it down and slid said thumb inside my mouth. And, hell no, I couldn’t resist biting it.
    Eyes flashing with something fierce, he husked, “I’m offering you me , Krissan. And with me comes everything .”
    Sucking in a sharp breath, I bit down harder on his thumb, and I heard his breath catch.
    “Every-fucking-thing.”
    I wanted to set it straight that all I wanted was sex. That I didn’t want ‘everything’. But my hormones and high arousal were in control of me at that moment, so instead of resisting, I found myself nodding and stepping out of the car.
    As soon as I was righted, Trevillo pushed me up against the side of the car, and slid his thumb back in my mouth. “Again.” When I bit him again, he groaned, “Harder.” Complying, I bit him harder to the point where I knew it had to be painful, but he just closed his eyes and breathed, “Yes, Krissan. Like that.”
    Then his eyes snapped open and he stepped back, as if suddenly remembering we were in front of his hotel, in public. He took hold of my hand and led me off.
    A valet met us half-way, practically stumbling over his own two feet. “Pleasant good evening, Mr. Nelson. Ma’am.”
    Trevillo nodded and tossed him his car keys, pressed his palm on my lower back, and guided me through the front doors. I struggled to keep up with his long, purposeful strides as he escorted me through the cool, extravagant lobby, heading straight for the elevators. Almost everyone who spotted him tripped over themselves to wish him a good evening, while he barely nodded in acknowledgment, never once speaking.
    Ushering me into the elevator, he retrieved a gold tone card from his wallet and swiped it alongside the number pad. The doors began to close, and as soon as they were sealed, I was attacked.
    One long, strong arm snaked around my waist. Lifting me up off the ground with easy grace, he slammed me up against the wall. Reflexively, my legs wrapped around his waist, and before he could first me on another move, I dug my fingers in his hair, dragged his face down to mine, and claimed his mouth. Hard and fierce.
    At my swift reprisal, he made a guttural groan. He might have been hungry for