The Billionaire's Baby Bargain (A is for Alpha) (5 page)

Her eyes rounded with shock. “You’d leave the resort? Just so—”

“Chloe, I want you.” He lifted her hand to his mouth and turned it over, palm side up. Then he brushed his lips over the frantically beating pulse on her inner wrist. “And I will do whatever it takes to have you. If my being a guest here is a problem, then I will leave.”

Disbelief flickered in her eyes, then finally pleasure. He saw her pupils dilate, heard the catch in her breath; they were the signs of a woman growing aroused. She wanted him. She was so close to capitulating. His blood surged and desire stirred in his loins.

He nipped at the soft flesh of her wrist. “I will do anything.”

He just barely stopped himself from uttering the words name your price, knowing it would annihilate any chance he had of swaying her. For Chloe, he suspected, it would never be about the money. And he would do well to remember she could not be approached with the same calculations of a business negotiation.
 

But he’d meant it—there weren’t many lengths he wouldn’t go to in order to have her in his bed.
 

She ran her tongue over her bottom lip and groaned. “I don’t know. I keep thinking—”

“That is the problem. You are thinking with your head instead of your heart,” he murmured huskily, scarcely believing the words had come from him. He was by no means a romantic, and was hardly one to follow his own advice. Every decision he made was carefully weighed and considered using logic.

But his words proved to be the tipping point for Chloe. Her body softened against him and the hesitancy slipped from her eyes.

Something flickered in her stare. Something that said Chloe was a romantic, and his words about using her heart had surreptitiously manipulated her into agreeing. His gut twisted, but any guilt he had was vanquished when she gave a slow nod.
 

“You don’t need to move to another hotel, Andrés. I’ll say yes regardless,” she said quietly. “I can’t leave you again tonight. I already regret leaving you last night.”

A thrill of triumph rocketed through his blood at her acknowledgement and he tugged her hard against him.

Her soft cry of surprise faded into a sigh when he nuzzled her neck, inhaling the scent of her jasmine perfume and the essence of her. Of Chloe.
 

Dios
, she tempted him like no woman ever had. And soon she would be his.
 

“Let me make love to you,
cariño
.” He kissed the furiously beating pulse in her neck.
 

When he lifted his head to stare down at her, her gaze was full of passion and trust.
 

“Yes,” she agreed, and lifted her arms around his neck. “Please, Andrés. I want you so much.”

It was the only acquiescence he needed before he drove her lips apart with his own to satisfy the savage hunger inside him.

Please don’t let this be a mistake
, Chloe thought, leaning into Andrés and surrendering to the pleasure of the moment. Kissing him back with a fervor that left her breathless.
 

She was swept off her feet, literally and emotionally, when he lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom.
 

Perhaps she was a fool, but something deep inside her was begging to take this risk. To gamble with her heart and delve into this explosive passion between them. It all just seemed so right. She was in Spain, being seduced by a man who could make her tremble with want from just a look. For the first time in her life she desired a man with a force that almost terrified her.
 

The idea of walking away now, of telling him no again, left her chilled and had her stomach knotting.
 

No regrets. It was her motto in life and it had also been the theme in the diary.
 

 
Her body hummed with excitement as he laid her atop the plush bedding in his room. He reached for the first buttons on her blouse with a dark, sensual promise in his eyes.

Chloe shivered with anticipation, wanting his mouth on hers. She craved his mouth and hands on her body—the weight of him on top of her. She wanted him and everything about him.
 

She was alive with the moment, had thrown herself into it entirely.

“I want you,” she said, and then blurted honestly, “more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. You go to my head in the most dangerous way.”
 

He paused, his finger stilling on a button on her blouse, to lift his head and look down at her. She knew her words had pleased him. His mouth curved almost into a smile, while his gaze held a seductive mixture of triumph, possessiveness, and raw desire.

“Show me,” he said softly, taking her hand and placing it upon his chest.

Emboldened by his challenge, Chloe sat up on the bed on her knees so that they faced each other. Running her tongue over her lips, she gripped the soft cotton of his shirt and worked it up and over his body. The revelation had her inhaling swiftly.

Darkly golden skin covered the firm ridges and muscles of his chest. His nipples were brown disks of temptation. Remembering the pleasure that his mouth had given to her, she wanted to return the treatment.

She leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to one nipple; watched it tighten. His following hiss of pleasure told her she’d done something right. Letting her hand explore the contours of his chest, she moved her lips to the other nipple and repeated the treatment.
 

“
Basta
,” he growled and gripped her shoulders, lifting her away. “I changed my mind.”

Andrés realized his hands were less than steady when he reached to undo her perfectly styled hair. He wanted those curls free to touch. To see them spilled across his pillow when the time came.

Vixen. She was quite skilled in her touch and knew just how to drive him to the brink of madness.
 

Her eyes burned with passion as he freed the coif, threading his fingers through the soft strands so they hung over her shoulders. He followed one tendril down to where her blouse was only partially unbuttoned and the fabric gaped. The tops of her creamy breasts were exposed over a white satin and lace bra.
 

“So beautiful,” he murmured, and drew the pad of his thumb over one pale curve. He smiled at the resulting shiver that took her body; reveled in the soft groan spilling from her lips while she swayed toward him.

“Please. Now, Andrés, I need you.”
 

Her throaty plea ignited him, snapped any control he had left. Grabbing the edges of her blouse, he jerked them apart, sending buttons flying—knowing it could be easily replaced. With practiced ease, he shed her shirt from her and then unfastened her bra, tossing it aside.

Her full breasts spilled into his waiting hands and he made a murmur of appreciation. Andrés crushed her mouth beneath his again, delving his tongue deep to claim hers while he thumbed the tips of her soft mounds.

She was a fire in his blood, consuming him and burning up any ability to think rationally. But rational thought did not matter right now. Nothing mattered but having her in his arms, in his bed and, in moments, being inside her. Claiming her.

Easing Chloe back onto the mattress, Andrés followed her with his body. He caught one succulent, pink nipple in his mouth while he used a hand to slide up her smooth thigh, cupping the heat of her core through silky panties. Beneath him, Chloe arched, and he caught her cry of excitement with his kiss. He worked a finger beneath the thin fabric to discover the hidden slick folds. His blood pounded through his veins at the evidence of her arousal, heightening his own desire, pushing him further toward the edge.
 

Lifting his head, Andrés stared down at her. He worked a finger inside her tight channel, probing her slick center.
Amazing
. Her face pinched with ecstasy while she shuddered with sensation; her eyes squeezed shut.
 

Beautiful
. Her golden hair spilled across the black silk pillowcase of his bedding. Her head moved from side to side, little gasps spilling from her lush, parted lips.

This was how he wanted her. Uninhibited. Submissive. Ready for his taking. He swept his thumb over the secret bud between her thighs.

“Andrés.” Her body clenched around his finger.

Basta
. Her sweet cry ripped at his own control. It was too much, and yet it wasn’t enough. He needed her now. Andrés pulled her skirt and panties off and then shed the rest of his clothes.

Spreading her thighs wide, he settled between them and buried himself in her with one smooth thrust. Her sweet body gripping him had a groan spilling from his lips. So hot and tight.
 

This was surely nirvana.

Chloe struggled to catch her breath. Pleasure as she’d never experienced encased her body. The sensation of Andrés filling her, stretching her, had every nerve tingling and on alert. She couldn’t help but dig her nails into his shoulders when he simply stayed buried within her. As if he, too, were overcome with the moment and he simply needed to let it sink in.

But she wanted more. Couldn’t wait. She ran her tongue over her lips and lifted her hips experimentally. Andrés let out a hiss as he sank deeper into her.
 

His gaze met hers, and the heat and possessiveness there made her insides melt and her body quiver.

“Oh, how you please me,
cariño
,” he muttered and made a long, delicious stroke inside her.

The sweet ache bloomed inside her once more, engulfing her and building in intensity with each powerful thrust he made. She moved her hands to his back, tracing her nails over his skin while matching the sensual rhythm he created.

The pleasure built. Climbing higher and higher, spiraling to a place she’d only dreamed of going.
 

She gasped as the sensation finally exploded, hurling her over that heavenly peak. She shuddered, clutching him and sobbing with ecstasy while he continued to plunge into her. A moment later he let out a shuddering groan. He reached his own release and then the weight of his body fell on top of her.
 

When she could finally form a coherent thought, she became acutely aware of the weight of Andrés’s body pressing her into the softness of the mattress. A wave of shyness swept through her as the magnitude of what she’d just done hit.
 

Andrés moved off her and onto his side, nuzzling her neck. He slid an arm around her waist. Butterflies fluttered in her belly; warmth slid from her head to her toes. Her pulse quickened and her throat tightened with emotion.

This moment felt right. Completely natural. She was thankful she’d listened to her heart. Andrés was a tender and skillful lover, even when they’d both been fervent with passion.

The lovemaking had been so intense and emotional. Where there seemed to be a connection between them that went far beyond the physical.

Chloe stroked a hand through his hair and drew in an unsteady breath. Her heart squeezed. Andrés was a man she could fall in love with all too easily.
 

“Chloe,” Andrés murmured against her breast. “Do you have any idea—
dammit
.”
 

At his sudden curse she stiffened, wondering if she’d done something wrong. “What is it?”
 

He lifted his head, disbelief flashing in his eyes. “I did not take precautions.”

“Take precautions?” she parroted. His meaning sunk in and then her cheeks flamed. He hadn’t used protection. “Oh.”

He swore softly in Spanish and moved from the bed. He paced the room, thrusting a hand through his hair. “I cannot believe this.”

Chloe’s stomach sank and the exquisiteness of the moment deflated like a pinpricked balloon. She sat up in bed, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her mind reeling at how quickly things had gone from magical to awkward. Wanting to ease some of his frustration, she said, “This is my fault too.”

Something in her voice snapped him from his own agitated thoughts. He spun around and saw her, curled up almost defensively, and cursed himself.

 
“Forgive me,” he muttered thickly, and moved back to the bed, drawing her once more into his arms. “This is not your fault,
cariño
.”
 

He brushed his lips across her forehead in an effort to ease her worries, but could not completely eradicate his own. When he’d realized how careless he’d been, his entire world had come to a halt. He’d never—ever—made such a gigantic blunder.
 

Memories of his own childhood, dark and painful, threatened to surface, but he shoved them ruthlessly back into the shadows of his soul.

“Andrés,” she began hesitantly, lifting her head from his chest to look at him. Her cheeks were red and discomfort flashed in her eyes. “There’s probably no need to worry. A few years ago I was diagnosed with a condition…” She bit her lip and shook her head. “I’m sorry, it’s embarrassing to discuss, but what I’m trying to say is that when I do decide to have a child, it will likely be a challenge to conceive.”