Blind Date With the Billionaire (3 page)

"You're not like anyone I've met before either, Monica," he
said
.

"See? Most guys would be running for the hills if I said that on the first date, but you're different."

"Like I said, I know a good thing when I see it.
It's a skill I've honed over the years," he replied seductively.

Monica
felt
the heat creep up her neck and
in between
her thighs. She was excited and nervous about Gabe's growing boldness.
The wine had relaxed her inhibitions and she was responding to his words as if she were under a spell.
His spell.
She hadn't been with a guy in so long, her body was tingling with anticipation.

"Hmm what other skills have you honed over the years?" she asked flirtatiously.

He licked his soft lips before giving her a slow sensual smile.

"If you're lucky, I'll show you later on," he answered in a low voice.

Monica's body thrilled at the low seductive growl of his voice
and the promise of what lay ahead
. She was breathing heavily as she gave him a shy smile.

"I'd like that," she whispered breathlessly.

Gabe called for the check immediately. He dismissed Monica's attempts to split the bill with him, handing the waiter his black American Express card. Once they left the restaurant, Gabe pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her passionately. His tongue pa
rted her lips and he slipped in,
tasting the wine still on her tongue.
He broke the kiss once his car had arrived from valet parking. Their breathing was heavy as he looked down at her, lust in his eyes.

"I've wanted to do that since I first saw you," he said huskily.

"We've got all night," Monica answered, surprised at her own boldness.

Gabe's eyes darkened as he looked at her. Grabbing her hand, he led her to his silver Porsche and open
ed the door for her to get in. M
onica was a ball of lust and nerves. Her own needs were crying out loudly to be satisfied, but she so wanted to please Gabe. He had been the perfect gentleman all evening, but she could tell he was barely holding onto his restraint. He looked like he wanted to devour her, and she loved it. She had never felt so desired in all her life. Placing her hand on his thigh, she began to rub up and down.

Gabe sucked in a breath as he felt her hand inch closer and closer to the sizable bulge in his pants.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to have to pull the car over and take you on the side of the road," he said hoarsely.

Monica quirked an eyebrow at him, teasingly. She loved the effect she was having on
him
and felt powerful and in control.

"I might like that very much," she responded.

Gabe looked at her hungrily. She could tell he was debating whether to pull over or not. He finally grabbed her hand that was on his thigh and kissed it.

"Not yet sweetheart. I want you naked in my house, on my bed."

They drove for another 15 minutes, until Gabe pulled up into a long swe
eping driveway.
Monica didn’t
have time to
assess her surroundings once she got out of the car as Gabe scooped her up in his arms and walked towards the house.
He let her down once they reached the front door so that he could unlock it.

Gabe grabbed Monica in a passionate embrace once they had crossed the threshold to his palatial mansion. She pressed into his tall, solid form as her hands grabbed the lapels of his black jacket. Gabe slid his tongue against Monica's lips and she opened for him eagerly. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, tangling with his in a heady dance. She felt light headed from all the sensations that were running through her.
Gabe's
hands and mouth were touching her, and tasting her fervently, like a starving man
. 
He broke the kiss and stared at her, a look of awe in his eyes.

"Oh, what you do to me, Monica," he whispered ardently.

She stood there looking up at him, her eyes drugged with desire and pulled his head down for another kiss. As her lips pressed against his, her hands reached for his jacket again, trying to pull it off
clumsily
. Reaching back, Gabe pulled the sleeves and shook the jacket off his broad shoulders. It slipped to the floor where he left it.
His hands started undoing the button of his dress shirt one by one, never breaking his contact with Monica.
Once he had undone his shirt, he slipped it off to and let it fall the to the floor.

Monica couldn’t help but reach out and touch his hard body.
She broke off the kiss and pulled her head back to look at him.
Her eyes were bright as she drank in his appearance. His broad shoulders and chest had a light coating of soft hair. She worked her eyes down his chest to his rock solid abs, which were
rippled
with muscle.
His skin looked smooth and silky with a light golden tan. As she stood and stared at this beautiful man, her mouth hung open.
She couldn't believe a guy like Gabe Stark would be interested in her. It was like some kind of dream, and any moment she would wake up alone in her bed, lonely and aching with desire.
She lifted her eyes to look into his. His eyes were crinkled as his lips turned up into a crooked grin.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I won't be responsible for my actions," he joked. "Come here, beautiful," he said as he held his strong toned arms out to her in an embrace.

Monica walked towards him, wordlessly, her body obeying his words, even as her mind stopped functioning. He could have asked her to walk over burning coals, and she would have obliged. Once she got near him, he wrapped his arms around her. She sighed in pleasure as she
felt his warm hard body pressed up against her in a consuming embrace. Gabe towered over her, and Monica had never felt so small, so protected in her life.
She felt his heart beat against her ear as she laid her head against his chest. His scent was intoxicating, a spicy clean fragrance that was all him. She had a fleeting thought that he could make his next billion dollars just bottling and selling that scent. It would drive any woman wild with desire.
She inhaled deeply as she breathed him
in. S
he felt his chest rumble as he broke out into a chuckle.

"Like what you smell, darling?" he asked.

"Mmm, you smell so good," Monica responded. "I feel like this is a dream and I'll wake up any moment.
You seem too good to be true."

"Oh baby, I'm 100% real," he replied seductively. "Let me show you how real I am."

Monica lifted her head from his chest and nodded wordlessly.
His eyes darkened as he bent his head down to kiss her again.
It wasn't a gentle kiss, it was a primal and urgent, and Monica was swept away by the uncontrollable passion that took over her body.
She felt strong arms scoop her up and lift her easily off her feet.
She draped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His lips continued moving against hers as his tongue assaulted her mouth. She felt his hands caressing her back as he carried her to his bedroom. He paused as they reached the door and easily held her in one arm while he reached around and opened
it
. The darkened bedroom was cool when they stepped inside. Gabe
flicked
the
light switch
while he shut the door with the back of his foot. He continued to hold her as he walked toward his large four poster king sized bed. He laid her down gently on the soft silky sheets and stood back to look at her.

"You are a beautiful woman," he said softly.

Monica blushed under his praise. She squirmed on the bed, feeling vulnerable and exposed. Reaching her arms out, she tried to grab onto him and pull him back down for another kiss, but he resisted.

"Let me look at you," he insisted. "Hasn't anyone told you how stunning you are?"

Monica shook her head, feeling her eyes begin to water. She tried not to cry as memories of past rejection and heartache reared its ugly head. She was angry with herself for letting her emotions get the better of her at this moment, but she couldn’t help it.
Gabe regarded her tenderly as she wiped the tear that had spilled down her cheek.
He reached out a long finger and wiped it away.

"Fools," he whispered almost angrily.

"Oh Gabe," Monica said pleadingly, "Just hold me…and kiss me."

"I'll do much more than that, darling," he replied. "I'm going to worship your body and show you just how lovely you are."

Monica was comforted by his words. She had never had a guy look at her, much less treat her how Gabe did.
She felt desirable and beautiful under his
ardent
gaze. Gabe slipped
off his pants and slid
into the bed beside her, his firm body pressed tightly
against
her own softer form. She felt his fingers lightly caress her spine through the silky fabric of her dress. His head dipped down and she felt his warm breath tickle her skin as he kissed the base of her neck.
He moved his hands from her back to the hem of her skirt lifting slowly.
She felt a momentary panic and
embarrassment
as she realized she had worn her sensible stomach flattening underwear. She hadn't expected her night to end in the
arms and bed of a handsome man,
so
it didn’t cross her mind at the time to wear a pa
ir of sexy lace or silk panties
.
However
, now that she was here
and his hand was inching her dress higher and higher, she felt panic. Her hand paused his movements as she looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Could you…um…turn off the lights?"
she
asked him.

Monica hated to see the look of
disappointment
in his eyes at her request, but she was too caught up in her own insecurities to back down.

"I would love to see you--all of you," he responded in a low voice.

"It's just that I wasn't prepared for this and uh…I'd rather get undressed in the dark."

"There's nothing under your dress that would make you any less desirable to me," he murmured against her skin as he planted light kisses over her brow, cheeks and lips.

"Mmm," Monica murmured distractedly.

His kisses and caresses numbed her mind and she soon felt his hands slowly
undoing
the zipper at the back of her dress. Rolling her onto her back, he straddled her, his body surrounding her completely. His hands reached for the straps of her dress and he slowly pulled them down, like he was opening a Christmas present, exposing more of her milky soft skin. Seeing the
appreciative look in his eyes
gave
Monica
confidence and security. Under his gaze she felt cherished and wanted, something she hadn't felt in a long time, probably in her entire life. Gabe Stark made her feel desired, and she never realize how starved for it she was until she met him. That Gabe wanted her was obvious by the giant bulge in his pants. She felt the last bit of resistance fade away as his hands lifted her hips to slide the dress down off her body.

Monica watched Gabe as he held his breath. She could see the desire in his eyes
as he looked down at her.

“I can’t remember when I’ve seen a more beautiful sight,” Gabe said in awe. “You look
beautiful lying on
my
bed like this.”

Monica’s hair was tousled and framed her
face;
her lush ample breasts were
rising
and falling as she took ragged breaths.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life,” Gabe continued, drinking in the sight of her. “I want to do so
much;
I don’t even know where to start.”

Monica stared up at him with heavy lidded
eyes;
her lips were plump and lightly parted.
Her bre
aths came in little pants and her arousal was evident on her damp panties
.

“We’ve got all night,” she whispered.

His fingers traced her wet slit, and she arched her hips up and moaned in pleasure.

"I’m going
to explore every inch of you," Gabe said as he leaned his head
down and began a trail of kisses
from her forehead down to the base of her neck. His fingers expertly unclasped her bra, and she didn't resist as he slid the strap down her shoulders, exposing her creamy supple breast.

"So beautiful," he breathed against her skin as he moved his mouth down and took a pink bud in his warm mouth. He alternately flicked his tongue over her nipples then sucked them, sending desire shooting through her body. His hands roamed down her inner thighs, teasing her soaking pussy through the fabric of her panties. Monica sighed in pleasure, arching her body up closer to his while her hands dug into his thick soft hair. Gabe's hands moved up to the band of her panties and gently pulled them down exposing her mound framed by
a
soft dusting of curly hair. Monica moaned loudly as she felt his fingers rub up and down, lubricating her folds with her juices. He worked his mouth from her breast trailing kisses down to her stomach. She squirmed under him as he kissed her hips, tickling her sensitive skin.
Monica felt his strong firm hands grip her hips and still her movements.