Free Cameron, Paige - The Billionaire Maverick Bargains for a Wife [Wives for the Western Billionaires 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Paige Cameron Page B

at him. Tears filled her eyes. She blinked, trying to keep from crying. “She’d never share with me what had frightened her so much. When I asked, she said it was too dangerous for me to know.”
    “She took you to Oklahoma first.”
    “How did you know?” Angie turned more fully to look at him.
    “Since we’re sharing secrets, I must admit I’ve had one of my men checking on you. I saw the fear in your eyes at times, and I needed to know what you feared to be able to protect you.”
    Angie scrambled to her feet. “You snooped and tried to find out about me. You could have put me in more danger. How dare you!” She threw her wine glass down and started to stomp off.
    Brent grabbed her foot and toppled her down on top of him. He twisted and had her on the ground under him.
    “Let me go.”
    “Never. You wouldn’t answer my questions, so I started to find out my way.”
    “You had no right.” Her sadness had turned into a blaze of anger. She tried to kick him, but he held her tight. His legs wrapped around hers, and his arms clamped hers to her sides. He frowned down at her.
    “I believed what I was doing was for your own good. And I still feel the same. Your stepfather is Harmon Yannell, isn’t he?”
    Her mouth dropped open. “You are very efficient.” She snapped the words and tried to buck him off of her.
    “My life has often depended on my efficiency, but this was more intuition than anything else. You just solidified what I suspected.”
    She noted the minute his anger changed into hunger. His hard cock pulsed against her abdomen. “You will not make love to me.”
    A slight sardonic smile curved his sensuous lips. “Not unless you want me to.”
    “Never. I’m canceling our bargain.”
    “You talk too damn much.” His lips closed over hers, and when hers parted, his tongue slid inside to caress slowly around her sweet mouth.
    Her body rose against his hard frame and her arms, loose now, went around his neck to bring him closer. His heart pounded into her chest. Her breasts ached for his touch.
    He yanked up her blouse and bra, and his lips covered her swollen nipple. His teeth scraped over the tip. Moaning, her hips rose to rub across his straining erection.
    “Damn, we have on too many clothes.” He stood and then pulled her up. She fumbled at his shirt buttons as he undid her blouse, bra, and the zipper on her jeans. “Get them off,” he ordered, and he quickly removed his clothes. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and sheathed his fully erect and pulsing cock.
    Angie had slipped off her sandals and looked at him. The moonlight kissed bronze skin, etched taut muscles, and gave his eyes a mysterious gleam. He’d never looked so magnificent.
    Her pussy throbbed for the relief only he could give her. Her breasts stood out, begging for his attention. Hot desire swirled inside her, sending sparks racing along all her nerves making her skin super sensitive. Everything in her yearned toward him.
    He put out his hand. “Come here.”
    Part of her hesitated. The remnants of her anger still lingered and recoiled at his command. He put out his hand, and she softened. When she placed her hand in his, he brought her tight against his body.
    “See how well we fit. Your softness sinking into my hardness.”
    As he lowered his head, she tried to remind herself this was only temporary. He didn’t want a permanent wife any more than she wanted a forever husband. His mouth was warm and demanding. A pulse beat deep inside her, and she moved her hips from side to side against his cock. His groan made her smile, made her feel the power of her womanhood.
    “Open your legs.”
    She did, and he slid down until his face was level with the juncture between her hips and thighs. He nuzzled his nose into the hair covering her mound. His fingers separated the folds. His tongue licked the moisture along her lower lips and rubbed across her nub. She swayed.
    “Don’t move. Hold on to my hair.”
    Her fingers