The Billionaire's Beautiful Intruder (Billionaire Knights Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

nipples pink and faintly erect. His eyes dropped lower, covering her curvy hips to her long legs and down along her shapely calves to her bare feet, on tiptoes on the wooden chair.
    She looked absolutely gorgeous, he decided, and he briefly wondered if the triangle of her sex was covered with the same flaming mass of curly hair as the riot of curls dancing about her shoulders. The thought added to the sudden hardening he felt in an area that hadn’t been susceptible to sexual activity for a very long time. In fact, when he’d only just returned from the war, the doctors had told him it would be touch and go if he would ever be able to have sex again. Now, though, it was obvious that everything was still working perfectly, as his length was quickly rising at the sight of Molly’s jiggling breasts.
    Molly uttered a startled cry when she became aware of Steve. He’d shuffled his feet, and when she looked down she could see his massive frame. She couldn’t see his face, obscured as it was by the kitchen cupboards, but what she could see was his naked torso, sculpted to perfection, except for the big surgical scar over his heart. Her eyes dropped to his boxers, slung low on narrow hips, and she noticed the hard girth tenting the material, pointing due North! She bent down, and cried out again when she caught his gaze, directed straight at her boobs!
    He was unapologetic, and grunted, “What the hell are you doing up there?”
    Getting down from the chair, she explained, “I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d get up and start breakfast. Only, I couldn’t find any pots or pans so I decided to check all the cupboards—you’ve got a lot of… stuff,” she added, cheeks burning.
    “Pots and pans are behind you,” he grumbled. “Underneath the sink.”
    “Oh. All right.” She quickly averted her eyes from his erection, and more specifically the response it engendered in her. She’d never seen a man like that before. Not that she hadn’t seen a man’s penis before, of course, but not in a non-medical way—outside of a hospital setting. And it had definitely never elicited in her the kind of strange sensations it now did. She was experiencing a sudden lightheadedness, and odd flutterings in the pit of her stomach. And as if that wasn’t enough, there was a definite tightening of her breasts, as if the mere sight of him was telling her body to go on high alert, in anticipation of—of what, exactly? Of nothing, she told herself firmly. Steve was her patient—even though he refused her help—and that was all he was. Nothing more, nothing less.
    Only now did she become aware that she herself was also dressed in her sleeping garb, and that her clothes were a lot more revealing than she would have wished. So she quickly turned and started busying herself with the coffeemaker, pots and pans all but forgotten. The coffeemaker was, quite oddly, state-of-the-art. As was the rest of the kitchen equipment. The oven was new, and from a top brand, as were the microwave and the dishwasher, all recently installed and top-notch. The house might have been built by Steve’s great-grandfather, but the kitchen appliances certainly didn’t date from his time.
    “I thought we might have a look around the island today,” he began.
    She glanced over her shoulder to take in his magnificent torso, all tightly packed male flesh. He was so incredibly… male! Not that she’d never seen a naked man, of course. She saw plenty of them at the hospital, but, just like with the, um, penis, that was different. He was so… well, so hot and… and sexy!
    “I, um, yes. Sure,” she managed, ineffectually fiddling with the coffeemaker.
    “Just so you know your way around. Since it’s just the two of us on the island it’s important you don’t get lost. Or into trouble,” he told her gruffly.
    “Yes. Yes, of course.”
    “Let me grab a shower and then I’ll help you make breakfast,” he grumbled, and turned. The moment he did, she gasped