Page 19 of The Rebel Billionaire

"Works for me,"Isaid.

I stalked toward her, crossing the room in two long steps. Charlotte's eyes flared, and she took a half-step back before holding her ground and reachingforme.

God damn, I likedthisgirl.

No, I didn't like her. I wanted tofuckher.

I can't remember the last time I wanted to fuck a woman this badly. It didn't matter. I was done with waiting. Itwastime.

The second I was close enough, Charlotte grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the kitchen and down the hall. I followed, already imagining where I was going to startwithher.

Two kisses. We'd shared two kisses, and I was half-desperateforher.

Having an affair with my neighbor was stupid. Hooking up with Charlotte Winters, the crown princess of the Winters clan, wasinsanity.

I was a logical guy. You didn't stay alive in my business if you acted on impulse. I thought things through. I was careful. Measured. I weighed my options, and I was always, alwayssmart.

So what the fuck was Idoing?

Mesmerized by the sway of Charlotte's ass in those worn cutoffs, I didn't bother to answer my own question. I knew exactly what I was doing, and for the first time, I didn't care if it wasstupid.

I didn't care if I was going to regret it. All I cared about was stripping her naked and fucking her until we both got this out of oursystems.

She pulled me into the room at the end of the hall, the one just past the bathroom. There wasn't much in there aside from a duffel bag on the floor and a futon folded out intoabed.

Jackpot.

I'd been more than willing to take Charlotte on her sleeping bag on the hard wooden floor. I could get creative, and a little discomfort wasn't going to stop me. But I could work with thefuton.

Tossing the paper bag holding the box of condoms onto the futon, I pulled my hand from hers and turned to face her. Her eyes caught mine, wide, blue, and torn between desire andalarm.

She tucked her hands in her back pockets and looked away, clearing herthroat.

"I don'tdothis—"

I pressed my index finger to the pink curve of her lower lip, stopping her words. "I know you don't, Charlotte,"Isaid.

And I did know it. I don't know how or why I was so certain that inviting me to her bed was completely out of character for CharlotteWinters.

I'd grown up thinking rich girls like her didn't have to worry about keeping their legs together. She had the world at her feet. She didn't need to care about things like goodbehavior.

Except everything I'd seen of Charlotte so far told me she didn't cut loose very often. I couldn't imagine her picking up some random guy at a bar and bringing him hometofuck.

So why me? How did I get so lucky? I wasn't going to waste any more timewondering.

I didn't want to, but I had to ask, "Do you want to callthisoff?"

I rubbed the tip of my finger along the curve of her full lip, my gut tight at the thought that she might send me away. Silent, Charlotte shookherhead.

Those petal pink lips parted and her tongue darted out to flick over my finger before she sucked the tip inside. My cock went rock hard in aheartbeat.

Holy fucking God. This woman was going tokillme.

She nipped my finger, just a pinch of pain, and soothed it with her tongue before she stepped back and said, "I don't want to call this off. But you're going to have to be patient with me. It's been a while and I'm not sure I remember how todothis."

"How long?" Iasked.

Charlotte madeaface.