Billionaire Romance: Out of The Cold (Book One) Read Online Free PDF

warmth.
    First they lay together,
back to back, and tried to sleep that way. She felt him breathing
slowly against her, and rolled onto her back, very shyly touching
his muscled side. He was down to his thermals, their outer clothes
piled on top of the comforters. She tried not to caress him, tried
to content herself with that small contact, but the pain gnawed at
her heart as she restrained herself. Eventually she rolled over and
pressed her cheek against his back, her eyes wet and her body
trembling a little. I wish...oh God, I
just wish….
    He rolled over, mumbling
something in his sleep, and threw an arm over her, pulling her
against his chest. She lay there blinking, feeling his heart beat
slow and easy against her cheek this time, and then slowly relaxed
and nestled against him. Her eyes closed, and she drifted softly
off to sleep, the gnawing ache inside of her finally gone
again.
    She woke sometime in the
dark, the moon still high and flooding light in through the
windows. She was still in his arms, the air on her face outside the
covers freezing cold but her body burned like a furnace everywhere
she touched him. Her heart was pounding, and his still beat slow
and steady against her. But his hand was sliding over one of her
breasts through the thin fabric of her slip, and he was murmuring
sleepily in her ear. “Mm, about damn time…”
     
    She froze, not sure what
to do. But his hand cupped her breast and his thumb slid over her
nipple through the fabric, and a jolt of pleasure went through her
whole body. She moaned, arching against him, and found her mouth
near his. “Kiss me, baby,” he murmured with his eyes closed. Anna
blinked up at him, and her whole body trembled. Then finally, she
leaned up, and pressed her lips against his with desperate
fervor.
    He made a contented noise,
his hands starting to slide over her. She couldn’t hear anything
after that; her heart was in her ears and her whole body on fire.
She felt his arousal pressing against her belly from inside his
thermals, and she shivered.
    “Henry….” she whispered,
and pressed against him, kissing him again.
    His eyes opened and froze,
blinking rapidly. She broke the kiss and stared at him, realizing
belatedly that he had been asleep. He had been asleep—dreaming--and
she had no idea who he had been dreaming about, she had just
assumed….
    Oh God.
    She blushed hugely and
started to pull away from him, but he hung onto her, still trying
to catch up with what had happened.
    “Wow, that was really
nice, but uh...what did I miss?”
    “I...you...you were….” Her
cheeks felt like they might burst into flame, and she felt tears
threatening. It was so mortifying. How had she let herself slip
like this? How had she let herself make such a stupid mistake? “I
thought you wanted….”
     
    He stared at her...and
then slowly relaxed, a faint, soft smile coming to his lips. “Who
says I didn’t?”
    Her mortification
dissolved, and she blinked up at him. He gently feathered a kiss
onto her nose, and she felt her tension start to dissolve. “I
couldn’t tell...but...I was so happy to hear that. I just had no
idea how to say anything.”
    “...Oh,” he replied
softly, sounding a little breathless with astonishment. Then the
soft smile deepened, and a gleam came to his eyes. “Then don’t say
anything.”
    His kiss stole her breath.
She whimpered against his mouth and then relaxed into his arms,
trembling a little as his lips explored hers. His mouth traced
along the line of her jaw, up to her earlobe, kissing and nibbling
lightly before trailing down the muscle of her neck to suckle
warmth to the surface at her pulse point. She moaned softly,
clutching the back of his head, and whispered encouragement as he
slid the strap of her slip off her shoulder and reached inside the
fabric to cup and knead her breast.
    It had been a long time
since a man had touched her like this, and her body seemed to ache
with long-starved desires. She slid her