Free The Billioniare's Bought Bride (Contemporary Romance) by Michele Dunaway Page A

fingers and placed the cake gently into Dylan’s open mouth.
    His gaze locked onto hers, and suddenly his lips closed to caress her withdrawing fingers, suckling her skin. Maddy’s eyelids fluttered down and she struggled to contain her body’s reaction. Lord help her, but he could turn his sexuality on and off like a switch. Guests clapped and Madison pulled her hand away. But the moment wasn’t finished.
    Her turn.
    “Ready?” he asked.
    At that moment Maddy knew she’d never be ready for Dylan Blackwater. He was worldly; she was naïve. He was a man who not only could defeat her grandfather, but he could also dominate her with one smoldering look.
    She had to be transparent. Every conflicting emotion had to be written on her face.
    “Open wide, darling,” he teased, and mutely she obeyed, conscious of the crowd. As he placed a small piece of cake in her mouth, Maddy’s emotions ran rampant. Dylan rubbed his forefinger over her quivering lip before drawing away without any further innuendo. She swallowed the now dry bite of cake and washed the remnants down with champagne. Thankfully a wedding guest claimed his immediate attention.
    “I just love what you’ve done to the lodge,” someone told her seconds later, and Madison nodded, grateful for the diversion. The woman patted her on the arm. “You’re a lucky woman, Maddy.”
    She smiled through the irony.
    About an hour later after cake, guests began to leave. Dylan’s arm snaked around Maddy’s waist and together they bid the last of their guests farewell. Needing to finish packing, Aunt Gail and her son had already walked home.
    “I thought all our guest would never leave,” Dylan whispered huskily as the last car pulled away. The large room seemed to shrink to a fraction of its massive size.
    “Me either,” she admitted, detaching herself from Dylan and moving to the leather sofa. He could not decide to turn on the magnetism now. Sitting down, she removed the white two-inch designer heels from her aching feet. “It’s been a long day.”
    While she didn’t hear him approach, strong fingers began to knead her tense shoulder muscles. Pent-up stress faded under his addicting administrations, and unwanted desire took its place.
    “Really, you don’t need to…”
    “I like your hair like this.” Dylan interrupted, ignoring her protest. He expertly massaged a tight spot on her neck. “You look especially beautiful. Like some form of a woodland nymph. Or a princess.”
    “I’m neither.” Maddy discounted that latter term, which Dylan had referenced because of their past. She tried to lift her head, but he deepened his touch, tempting her with the mastery of his fingers. Tension ebbed away and Madison bent her chin to her chest as Dylan’s fingers continued their magic. She closed her eyes, letting the false security of the blackness come. Night wouldn’t be for a few more hours, although the sun dipped toward the western horizon.
    “I had the caterer leave an evening meal for us,” he said, his voice sounding distant. “It’s designed to be served cold so we can eat whenever.”
    “I’m not really hungry,” she answered without opening her eyes. “I’m just planning on going to bed.”
    “That sounds like a wonderful idea.” His breath tickled the skin under her ear, and his lips feather-touched the skin of her neck in the softest of kisses. The seductive sensation ricocheted through Maddy, and she opened her eyes and jumped up, barely avoiding hitting the coffee table in her attempt to get away.
    Her movement threw off his equilibrium , and he caught the back of the sofa with his left hand in order to keep from toppling over. He straightened, regained his poise, and frowned.  
    Her chest heaved as she struggled for control of raging emotions. She couldn’t do this. Could she be any more pathetic? She should be able to control herself. But her body wanted to make love. Her body cried out for Dylan’s masterful touch, for the