Billionaire's Love Suite (4 page)

She hadn’t decided yet if Mr. Gorgeous was a good surprise or a bad
surprise.

Leaning his head against the wall and shooting her with another appreciative
look, he said, “You’re very beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she said taking a step closer to him. She had the overwhelming
urge to touch him, to make certain he wasn’t a mirage. There was still the chance that she was hallucinating due to the past month of non-stop
work and less than three hours of sleep at night and little food. Sleep deprivation.
Hypoglycemia attack. That had to be the answer to her lack of motor
skills and dexterity at the moment.

“This is the women’s steam room,” she said finally finding her voice.
Despite the moisture in the room, her mouth had gone suddenly dry and the
words scratched over her tongue as if stuck by Velcro.

“I know. I was told the men’s steam room was under construction.”

“It’s closed, yes.”

“I was told that I could use this room. It’s supposed to be closed as
well.”

“It is closed. But I don’t get why you are here?”

Justin was stunned by the ravishing beauty in front of him. He’d seen
his fair share of naked women in his life, but there had never been anything
to compare with this woman.

She was looking at him with intense indignation as if he were the trespasser.
And he liked her sense of authority. She had a fire about her that he
didn’t want to staunch. He also didn’t want to tell her that he owned the
hotel, which would undoubtedly set off the expected reaction he always
got when the truth was out. For many reasons he didn’t want this woman
to wind up being like all the rest and want him for a myriad of things, all of
which had nothing to do with Justin, himself.

He wanted the charade to continue.

“Who told you that you could come in here?” she demanded.

Justin kept a steady gaze latched on her scrumptious body. Mischievously,
he wanted to see how far he could take things. “His name is Yates.”

“You’re kidding,” Shana exhaled realizing that the gesture did nothing
to ease the tension she was feeling in her entire body as she continued to
stare at Mr. Gorgeous. He was so easy in his body, leaning against the wall,
with only a towel draped across his crotch. He crossed his legs and when he
did so, she got a clear shot of his gluteus maximus that flexed and stretched
and promised of wicked things to be done should she pursue that course.

“Justin Yates? How do you know him?” she asked with her tongue stuck
to the roof of her mouth. What she wouldn’t give for an icy cold bottle of
water.

“Oh, he and I are very close. Do you know him?” Justin replied.

“No,” Shana replied quickly not wanting to talk about anyone or anything
with this man other than themselves. “I’ve never met him.”

“He owns the hotel here,” he said.

“I read that,” she said taking a few steps closer and then sitting on the
seat several very safe inches away from him.

Justin noticed that she clung to the knot in her towel just above her left
breast as if to lose the hold would be the death of her. He bit back a smile of
amusement. “Busy guy, sounds like.”

“Being his friend you probably know him very well,” she said looking
down at her knees that were already covered in sweat and steam.

Justin couldn’t resist the temptation to bait her even further. “Ours is…a
business relationship.”

“Oh,” she nodded. “So you must know him from his Wall Street days.”

Wall Street days?
His father had only been dead a month and already
his life was being sectioned off into the “old” and the “new”? He hadn’t
realized that taking over the hotels would re-define him. Her comment gave
him considerable pause. What was he doing taking on an industry he didn’t
understand? Justin fidgeted and re-positioned the towel across his middle.

She was looking up at him with gleaming green eyes. There was absolutely
no guile in her face and when Justin probed her face, he realized that
not since his mother, had he seen a woman look at him like this. For far too
long, every woman he’d met had wanted something from him. If it wasn’t
sex, it was money or his name or his baby. Everyone he knew wanted a
piece of him. But right here, right now, for this strange suspension in time,
this woman, thought he was someone else and she didn’t want anything.

Damn the bad luck, he thought. For once he would have liked it if a
woman just wanted him for sex.

Shana didn’t know precisely at what millisecond the conversation
between them moved from getting to know you to sex, but she could see it
clearly in Mr. Gorgeous’ eyes.

She felt herself blush and rightfully so. She should have been blushing
crimson red from hairline to toes. She’d dropped her towel and he’d seen
everything. Once she’d gotten over the shock of his presence, she’d almost
forgotten that fact.

But facts were fact.

The real problem here was that Shana couldn’t take her eyes off him
anymore than he could not look at her. For the first time in her life she
actually wondered what it would be like to shed her analytical, borderline
anal-retentive nature and run wild. Run free. To think about no one else but
Shana. What would that be like? She couldn’t even think back to a time
when such an urge had ever come over her. She’d always been the responsible
one. She’d thought through every decision she’d ever made and every
response that had ever come out her mouth. Now, the only thing she wanted
to do with her mouth was plant it on top of his.

It was all she could do not to reach out and touch his knee and then let it
move up his massive muscular thigh and pull herself up to him.

A vision of being trapped between his legs, his mouth on hers and her
hand raking through his thick black hair caused her to choke.

Then she coughed. And coughed again.

“You okay?” Justin asked.

She nodded in three quick jerky nods. “Steam. Makes my throat
constrict.”

Justin smiled. “It’s the same for me,” he said in such sensuous tones,
Shana felt light-headed.

Justin leaned over very close to her. “Know what helps?”

She shook her head. “What?”

“Mouth to mouth resuscitation.” Not waiting for her response, Justin
impetuously skimmed her soft mouth with his. It was only a brush across
her lips, but it might as well have been setting a fire to a keg of dynamite.
Justin’s head jerked back. He stared down into the goddess’ eyes. “Better?”
he finally croaked out.

“Not yet,” she said reaching her hand up behind his head and placing
it gingerly on his nape. She had never felt a shock wave like the one Mr.
Gorgeous was generating inside her. Tremors of illicit delight raked through
her body, organ by organ, muscle by muscle until she felt an inferno so
strong, she thought she would surely perish.

Slowly, she pulled him back to her, keeping her eyes open so that she
could see the smoldering look she was creating in him. Never in her life
had she felt such power over another person. She didn’t know who Mr.Gorgeous was, nor did she care. All she knew was that she had to know
what it would be like to really kiss him.

He didn’t wait for further instruction. He clamped his full lips over her
mouth and drank in her sweetness. It was like lightening striking him and he
felt the thunderbolt throughout his entire body. He parted her lips with his
tongue and again felt a jolt of electricity.

Shana kissed him back with a hunger that she had never known she
possessed. She’d been kissed plenty of times, but there had never been anything
this exciting or explosive. She took him inside her, stroking his tongue
with her own. Though the duel of their eager tongues relaxed into a slower
dance, the fire inside her did not fade but continued to flame and burn higher
and higher.

She didn’t remember to breathe and she didn’t care. Her lungs burned,
her muscles tensed and every vein, nerve and cell in her body craved more
from him.

She sank her fingers into his hair and then placed her hands on his face
holding him so that he could not escape. She heard a deep guttural nearly
animal-like moan from deep within his throat. She knew she’d never heard
anything so sexy, so satisfying in her life.

Justin placed his hands on either side of the goddess’ face when he broke
from the kiss. Her eyes were closed when he looked down on her and her
long blonde eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks. She was completely and
utterly under his spell. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks and
the tip of her nose before capturing her mouth again.

Justin had no idea what had come over him, but at this moment all he
wanted to do was go on kissing this woman again and again. She was just
the right mixture of aggressive and submissive he’d always wanted. And
she tasted like heaven.

His tongued plunged again and again into her honeyed interior and with
each thrust he felt himself getting hard. With hot steam slaking down his
chest and back, he pulled her closer into him. He had to feel her skin against
his or he would go crazy.

He placed his hands on her back and despite the layer of wet steam, he
knew he’d never felt skin as soft as hers. He eased himself closer, and with
his strong arms, he pulled her into him at the same time. Encased in his arms, her hands now clinging to his shoulders, he knew she was as deeply
into the kiss, into the passion they were creating as he was.

Slowly he relinquished himself from the internal anguish he was building
inside himself. “Who taught you to kiss like that?” he asked.

“No one,” she breathed and finally lifted her eyelids to look longingly
into his eyes. “It just felt like the right thing to do.”

“Oh, it is. Believe me, it is,” he groaned and pulled her into his chest.
He rubbed his lips across her mouth igniting sparks of tingling electricity
inside her.

Shana ached to feel her bare breasts on his chest. She wanted to know
what it would be like to feel her nipples against the mat of dark hair on
his chest. Just the thought of their kiss moving into something more profound,
more thrilling, caused her nipples to go hard. All she had to do was
release the errant towel, which earlier had appeared to have a mind of its
own anyway. She could plead ignorance. Or she could tell him the truth, that
she had pulled the towel down herself. She could tell him that she needed
more of him.

She didn’t know what precisely had happened but mysteriously, her
wish was suddenly fulfilled. She crushed her bare breasts against him and
heard that deep guttural groan escape his lips.

Was he panting?

Was he losing control? Was it possible she was doing this to this incredibly
gorgeous man? When had she become so adept at seduction?

Justin was losing his mind. His erection was so hard and stiff and full
that he thought his brain would implode. He couldn’t stand it much longer.
He would have to take her and that was a complete impossibility. She was a
stranger, and yet, she felt and tasted so familiar as if they had lived before.
He had to end this. He should. He absolutely should. But first…

Justin clamped his mouth against hers once more and indulging his
sexual impulses, he splayed his hand over her full breast luxuriating in the
soft flesh that spilled over his huge hands. The heat inside him was at an
inferno pitch. The slamming sound he heard in his head was clearly from
the jackhammering pulse his heart was beating out just to stay functional.
Five more minutes of this bliss and he’d be dead.

He had to admit it, she was too much for him.

Shana placed her hands against his muscular chest and regretfully but
ever-so-slowly pushed herself away from him. The moment she felt air rush
between her breasts and his chest, she felt a fleeting moment of sadness,
of near grief for the ending of the beauty she’d felt only a moment ago.
Suddenly, she understood the meaning of longing. She had felt safe being
held by him, and she shouldn’t have.

Shana let her arms slip away from him and she pulled up her towel to
cover herself once again. She was stunned at the unthinkable abandon she’d
just performed. Shana had never done a single risky thing in her life. She’d
paid all her parking tickets, never indulged herself in too much ice cream
no matter how tempting the flavor, never intentionally said a hurtful thing
to another person even if they deserved it and she had never, ever made the
initial move toward a man…ever. But here she was, practically raping this
total stranger.

No question about it, she’d lost her mind. Early onset Alzheimer’s. That
was it. Absolutely brought about by a rare sexual hormone imbalance probably
unknown to medical science, she rationalized.

The man must think I’m a harlot!

Overwhelmingly embarrassed, Shana’s blush covered her face, throat
and chest with a crimson blanket.

Still, she thought, he was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted. A
flash of wicked thought caused her to wonder what the rest of him would
taste like.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” she said half-heartedly.

“Liar. You loved it as much as I did,” he said in breathless tones, still not
quite back down to earth.

“I confess. I did.”

He slowly eased himself up enough off the seat to tie his towel around
his middle.

Shana took the opportunity to glance down at him and see his erection.
She smiled and then instantly checked herself when she realized he had
caught her looking at him.

“Yes. You most definitely aroused me. Being the gentleman that I am, I
prefer that we save that for our next date.”

“Next date?”

“I would say this counts as number one.”

Shana looked shocked. She didn’t have time for dates. In fact she hadn’t
had time for most of the men she’d met on the job and off for months. At
least not since she and Karl Heilmann, the owner of the Shellingham Geneva
Hotel broke up. Was that really two years ago already? Karl had wanted her
solely for her genius at turning his hotel around. He thought they would
become a mega-power in the hotel industry. He wanted to build a chain to
rival the Four Seasons. He believed that Shana was his ticket to fame.