Page 3 of The Billionaire's Secret Kiss

When his tongue grazed my bottom lip, I opened to him out of reflex. Two years. It had been two years since I'd seen Noah, but my body had forgotten nothing. And apparently, it hadn't learned any lessons from Noah's desertion.

One touch and all I wanted was him.

His mouth moved over mine, sucking on my bottom lip, then my top, before he tilted my head back and dove into the kiss. One arm went around my waist, pulling me tight to his body. Without thinking about it, my hand rose to curl around the back of his neck, holding him close.

I'd always loved kissing Noah. He knew what I wanted before I did. When to take me deeper. When to back off. How to tease me until I was dying to touch him.

I heard myself moan as he backed me into the kitchen island, pulling his mouth from mine to graze his lips along my chin. He nipped the side of my neck in that spot that always made me shiver. My hand curled into his hair, guiding his mouth down to my collarbone.

Noah was already on his way.

My hips rolled into his, my skin flushed, my body heating from head to toe at the feel of his hard cock pressing into me. I hooked my leg around him, dragging his thickness against me, grateful I was wearing a skirt when he gripped the back of my knee with strong fingers before sliding his hand up my bare thigh to close around the swell of my ass.

His teeth closed over the tendon in my neck, a bite of possession that wouldn’t leave a visible mark but burned through me to my core. When his fingers grazed the edge of my practical cotton panties, I didn’t push him away. I dropped my head back and moaned.

I wasn’t surprised I was wet. One fingertip slid beneath my underwear to trace my pussy, easily gaining entrance to my body. Two years since anyone had touched me there. No other man had come close. No other man was Noah. Raw pleasure spiked through me when he pressed that fingertip into my clit. Just the way I liked it.

His tongue stroked across my collarbone, and I shuddered in his arms.

"Ella," he breathed into my skin. "Ella, baby, I missed you so much."

His words were a bucket of ice water, annihilating the cloud of lust messing with my brain.

I jerked away and shoved hard, rocking Noah back on his heels just enough to get free. I wiped the back of my hand against my mouth as if I could erase the kiss, pressing my thighs together to quiet the needy hum between my legs.

Noah was everywhere, the imprint of his hands on my skin, his scent in my nose.

Fucking Noah.

No.I wasnotfucking Noah.

He reached out and grabbed my hand. "Ella, please—"

I wrenched my arm out of his grip, threw it back, and punched him as hard as I could.

Noah let out a yowl of pain, his hands going to his nose. He drew one away and looked at it. Bright red blood stained his fingers.

"You hit me!”

"I'm sorry.” I was lying. I wasn't sorry.

As if reading my mind, Noah said, "I had it coming."

"Did I break it?" I couldn't help asking.

"Did you mean to?"

"No! I didn't mean to hit you at all. I didn't mean to kiss you either."

"Now that you did, now that I have to go back into that meeting with a bloody nose will you at least go to dinner with me?"

“No.”

That kiss was proof I couldn’t be anywhere near Noah. I had no willpower where he was concerned. And no reason to trust him.

"I'm not giving up, Ella.”

Exasperated, my heart bleeding, I pushed past him, saying, "I have to go, Noah. I can't be late. Please don't tell Vance and Maggie about this."