The Billionaire's Beautiful Mistake (Bold Alaskan Men Book 1) (10 page)

As he moved down her body, his hands leading the way and his fingers teasing every inch of her delectable body, he almost laughed with delight.  But the need was too strong for something as ludicrous as laughter.  It was all about showing this woman that she was his, that he would give her what she needed. 

When he entered her this time, he pressed into her heat, groaning at how wet she was, how tight and perfect.  All he wanted was to press deeper into her heat, to lose himself in the feeling.  But he also wanted to make this as special as possible for her. 

Ah, he shouldn’t have let her touch him, he thought.  Even thinking back to the way she’d looked, her delicate hands on his body, made him want to move faster. 

Pulling her closer, he lifted her legs, pressing himself deeper.

Violet could barely breathe, couldn’t think, and couldn’t even see straight.  All she knew was that Creek was moving inside of her and she wanted to splinter apart with his touch.  When she neared the cliff, she didn’t want to go over.  It was too wonderful, feeling him like this.  But then his hands moved against her body and she screamed out, losing herself in his caress, and loving him even more.  Putting her hands around his neck, she arched her body against his as she felt him pounding into her, loved the way his whole body made love to her.

And when she could open her eyes again, when she could see, if still a little fuzzy, she looked straight up into his eyes.  “Thank you,” she breathed, her hands moving to his jaw, so hard and powerful, and yet he still turned his head into her hand, wanting more of her caress. 

Creek rolled over, still intimately attached to her and buried his face in her hair as he slowly returned to reality.  “That was incredible,” he whispered in her ear as his hands smoothed down her back, cupping her bottom just the way he’d wanted to do that first night when she’d been trying to grab mugs by herself. 

“I agree,” she finally whispered.  When she turned her head, propping her chin up on his chest, she tilted her head slightly.  “Are you just trying to get out of eating my cooking?” she teased. 

Creek looked into her blue eyes, worried for a moment that she was serious, that he’d somehow hurt her feelings by not eating dinner first.  But the glint in her eyes assured him differently, and he growled as he rolled her onto her back once more.  “Dinner is served,” he said and moved lower. 

Violet wasn’t sure what he meant for a long moment, but when she figured it out, she burst out laughing and tried to wiggle away from his seeking mouth.  “No!” she gasped when he captured her hands and pulled her back underneath him.  “Really!  You don’t…!”

“I do!” he argued right back. 

She shook her head, unable to stop the lock of hair from falling across her face.  “You’re funny,” she said, sounding slightly surprised. 

“Why is that such a shock to you?” he asked and moved higher, propping his head on his upraised elbow and looking down at her naked glory.  “Some might think I’m very funny,” he quipped.

She smiled as her fingers moved in his hair.  “You seem too large and scary to be funny,” she told him honestly.  “When I first saw you, I thought you were the most handsome and terrifying man I’d ever met.”

“And now?”

She looked down at his magnificent chest, covered with layered muscles.  “And now, I know that you’re the most handsome and terrifying man I’ve ever met,” she said in all seriousness. 

Creek had been expecting another teasing remark so when he saw the sincerity in her eyes, he had trouble breathing for a long moment.  Instead of blowing off her comment, he bent lower and gently kissed her lips.  “You’re beautiful too,” he said softly. 

She smiled up, the vulnerable feeling dissipating with his words.  “And are you enamored enough with me to try my cooking?” she asked. 

He threw back his head and laughed, delighted with her sense of humor and timing.  “Yes,” he finally said.  “I think I am deep under your spell…deep enough to try your cooking.”

She was just about to jump up from the bed, eager to prove to him that she wasn’t a horrible cook, but then realized that she was completely naked.  When she was in his arms, she forgot to be shy, to be aware of her nakedness.  But as soon as she stepped away from him, she remembered and all of her insecurities about her figure came rushing back to life.  “Um…could you…”

Creek knew exactly where she was going with her question and immediately stopped her.  “Not a chance,” he told her, and walked to the bathroom, his eyes watching her the whole time.  He was only in the bathroom for a moment, giving her just enough time to get out of the bed and think that he would be in there longer, but he popped back out as soon as he was done and watched as she grabbed the comforter to cover up, not sure what to do.  He almost laughed at how adorable she looked as she tried to decide if she wanted to dive back under the covers or run for her closet.  He looked inside her closet, keeping his eye on her and enjoying her anxiousness, amused by her shyness.  But when he saw her robe, he was horrified. 

“What the hell is this?” he demanded, holding up the thick, flannel robe and the enormous flannel nightgown.  His eyes moved back to her adorable backside and shook his head.  “Please, Violet, tell me that you don’t wear this every night to bed.  I have fantasies that need to be maintained, and this,” he said, jerking both items in his hand with disgust, “is blowing the image I have of you.”

Violet’s eyebrows went up with his words.  “You have fantasies about me?” she asked, almost forgetting that she was naked and feeling extremely awkward. 

“Hell yes!” he exclaimed.  He moved closer, tossing the robe and her nightgown into the bottom of the closet, obviously dismissing them.  “Don’t you fantasize about me?” he asked, pulling her against his body once more.

Violet opened her mouth and closed it, but she couldn’t stop the blush that burned her cheeks. 

“Ah, I see that the sweet, delectable woman does have fantasies!” he teased and bent to nibble on her neck.  “Do tell,” he commanded.

“You’re just nervous,” she laughed, holding his shoulders and trying to pretend like her body wasn’t revving up for another round with this man.  It was becoming embarrassing how much she wanted to be with him in the most intimate and wicked ways. 

“Nervous?” he snickered and moved to the other side of her neck.  “I don’t feel nervous.”

“You don’t want my cooking.  I promise it is good. I’m not a horrible cook, I swear.”

Creek pulled back and laughed full out.  “Honey, I don’t think the male and female minds work the same way,” and he pulled way, lifting his shirt to drape around her naked shoulders.  “But since you have challenged me, I’m going to eat this chicken casserole that you’ve so sweetly made for me and then…” His eyes leered as his fingers brushed against the sides of her breasts while he buttoned up his shirt.  “Then we’ll see who is scared, and who is the man.”

Violet burst out laughing as well, amazed at this newest side of Creek.  He was much more relaxed than he had been last night, more playful, and so much more passionate.  And she had to chuckle at his statement that they thought differently.  Perhaps she should continue to let him think that because she wasn’t sure her body could handle all of the fantasies that were zinging around in her mind right at this moment. 

He took her hand and led her out of the bedroom.  “Where are your plates, woman?” he asked as he opened and closed the cabinets. 

She glanced over her shoulder as she pulled open a drawer and grabbed a serving spoon.  “Behind you, second door on the left.”

He started to open the cabinet, but stopped when his eyes locked onto the plate on top of the fridge.  “Woman!” he growled when he spied the plate of brownies.  “Tell me that you didn’t make these today,” he said and lifted the plate, bringing them down to his nose.  “Aw honey, you just made these,” he groaned.  “They’re still warm!” 

She glanced at him over her shoulder once again and her heart melted when he lifted one of her brownies and ate half of it in one bite.  “You’re a chocolate man?” she asked, thinking he looked adorable in a rugged, powerful, mountain-man kind of way.  Well, as adorable as a mountain-man could look.  He really was too raw and rough looking to be labeled “adorable”.

“You’ll spoil your appetite,” she teased, and reached behind him for two plates.  She then scooped up an enormous helping of her chicken casserole, then sliced a bit of corn bread, handing it all to him. 

He took the plate and found the forks, handing her one and keeping one for himself.  Leaning against the countertop, he looked down at her and lust surged through him.  She was in his shirt and her slender legs had never looked sexier.  Well, except when she was completely naked.  Or wearing jeans.  Or when…his body hardened yet again just thinking about those gorgeous legs wrapped around his waist.  He’d like to see them….

“What do you think?” she asked, holding a bite of the casserole on her fork, but looking up at him with an anxious expression in her eyes. 

He looked down at the untouched casserole and took a fast bite, thinking that the faster he ate dinner, the faster he could get her back into bed. 

But then the spiciness mixed with a creamy, cheesy sauce hit him and he slowed down.  “Wow!  This is really good, Violet!” he told her, taking another bite.  His stomach growled at that moment, telling him how hungry he really was.  Everything got pushed to the back of his mind when Violet was around. 

He ate everything she’d served him, and even took another helping, devouring all of it and was truly impressed with her cooking skills.  While they ate, she told him about the latest art pieces she’d discovered from a new artist, as well as her idea of having a craft show in the summertime, a way to maybe encourage other artists to show their crafts to tourists.  Creek was struck by how generous she was.  Violet didn’t even care if the artists sold their items in her store or not, she just wanted to help them, to encourage them, and give anyone a chance to sell their ideas in an open forum. 

She was sweet, generous and intelligent! 

It struck him once again that he must have misunderstood George.  There was no way that this woman was a prostitute!  Creek shook his head, laughing at himself because he’d so completely misunderstood that conversation.  It was absolutely ridiculous that this sweet, warm, caring woman would sell her body to the highest bidder. 

“Come here,” he growled and pulled her back into his arms.  “You’re beautiful,” he breathed a moment before he lifted her back up into his arms, loving the way she wrapped her own arms around his neck and curled up against him.  “Grab the brownies, woman.  I have some new ideas.”

Violet laughed, but she grabbed the plate of brownies as he carried her into the bedroom.  She’d thought he only wanted to eat the brownies in bed and then have sex. 

Oh my, she’d been so wrong!  As she drifted off to sleep that night, she made a mental note to make another batch of brownies for tomorrow night.  But she was too exhausted and too sated to do more than snuggle closer to Creek as she fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 9

Creek stared at the disgusting man standing in his kitchen.  “Excuse me?” he growled, wanting to punch him for the words. 

George crossed his arms over his chest.  “No need to get all nasty about this.  Just a business transaction, my man.”

“I’m not your man, and I don’t transact illegal business.”

The fat man only raised his eyebrows.  “Oh really?  So what’s different about this time versus the first time?”  When Creek had no response, George chuckled, almost salivating at the windfall he was about to receive.  “You’ve been with Violet for the past several nights, ain’t ye?”

“That’s none of your business,” Creek snapped.

George tilted his head.  “Well, now that’s where you’re wrong.  See, I’m her business manager.  The pretty woman doesn’t like to get her fingers dirty, so to speak.”  He laughed at his own joke before continuing.  “You’ve received the services, now it is time to pay.”

Creek could barely speak.  Surely this was some sort of joke.  Done in bad taste, but still…

“I’m not paying you, George.  And I don’t believe Violet sent you.  I refuse to believe that Violet is a call girl.”

George’s eyes flickered, but he rallied.  “You don’t pay, you don’t get to play.”  He watched Creek carefully, but the man seemed unmoved.  “You really going to ditch all of her services on some silly little thing like morals?”

Creek was disgusted.  “Get out!” he growled.  “Violet is not a prostitute,” he asserted again. 

“Hell, man!  Why do you think I’m here?  I don’t get any of the money!  She keeps it all!  Like I said, I’m just her business manager!”

Creek shook his head.  “I don’t believe you.”

George rubbed his lips.  “Violet sent me here with the message.  You don’t pay, you don’t get any more dessert.” 

Creek thought about all of the brownies and cookies Violet had been baking for him over the past week.  They’d been delicious and…well, hell.  Exciting!  He loved walking into her place every night and finding out what she’d baked.  She was an awesome cook and…

Damn! 

“Tell her I’m not paying, and I won’t be requesting her services again,” Creek ground out through his clenched teeth.  And with those words, he hustled the man out the door.  He was furious that Violet would send the man, disgusted with everything right now. 

Not to mention, his chest hurt from the realization that he couldn’t ever see Violet again.  He just…nope, he couldn’t do it. 

He….loved her.

Damn, his friends would burst out laughing if they ever found out that he’d fallen so hard for a prostitute. 

Even as he said the words in his mind, he didn’t believe them.  He couldn’t believe them.

But they were true.  Somehow, he would have to stay away from Violet. 

Or maybe…

No.  He couldn’t do it.  He couldn’t save her from the life she’d chosen. 

Nothing made sense though!  She’d never asked for money, never even implied anything close to financial issues. 

And she’d been a virgin! 

Hadn’t she?  He would have sworn that she had been that first night but…

Hell, what did he know about virgins?  He knew there were ways to fake that.  Had he just been played? 

Obviously.  He slammed a fist down on his kitchen countertop, but the only damage was to his fist and his pride.  The granite didn’t give way.