The Billionaire's Unexpected Baby(9)

By: Kira Archer

“I know.”

“And you’re still here dancing with me.”

He frowned again. “Is there any reason I shouldn’t?”

That seemed to confuse her. “I don’t know. I figured the whole baby thing would scare the hell out of most guys.”

“Why? Is it contagious? Is it going to rub off on me or something?”

The lips twitched into a half grin. “No.”

“Are you in imminent danger of giving birth right here on the dance floor?”

“Of course not.”

He pulled her closer. “Then I see no reason why we can’t have a little fun.”

The shy but happy smile she gave him nearly stopped him in his tracks. That smile was like a firefly blinking in a pitch-dark room. Quiet, subtle, and breathtakingly beautiful. The lone spot of light in his world. There was little he wouldn’t do to keep that smile on her face.

“Tell me something you want,” he said, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

She pulled back enough to meet his gaze. “What?”

“Anything. You name it. The night is ours.”

She shrugged, that small smile still in place. “What more could I want? I’m surrounded by friends, on a gorgeous island in the middle of the Mediterranean, in a tent stuffed with the best food I’ve ever tasted in my life. Seriously, Kiersten needs to give that caterer a massive tip.”

She stopped dancing and met his gaze. “And the most handsome man in the room has been trying to make me smile all night. There are worse ways to spend the evening.”

He drew a finger along her cheek until he cupped her jaw and drew her forward slowly enough that she could pull away if she wanted to. His heart did a serious fist bump when she leaned into him instead.

“Let’s see if we can make the evening even better.” Before he could taste the sweet lips that were mere inches from his own, someone clapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, mate,” a slightly slurred British voice said.

Brooks closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Harrison, what can I do for you?”

Harrison Troy had been a good friend and member of his poker club for years now. Aside from Cole, Harrison was probably his best friend. But, hey, everyone had to die sometime. They’d had a good run. If he didn’t walk away right that instant so Brooks could get back to what he’d been about to do, things were going to get ugly.

“Who is this lovely young lady?” Harrison asked, looking Leah up and down.

“This is Leah,” Brooks said, keeping her in his arms, but putting her slightly behind him. Not that she needed protection from Harrison; he was true-born British gentry. Unless she had an urgent need to duel to the death with a fencing saber, she was probably safe from old Harry. Harrison, however, was not going to be safe from Brooks if he didn’t make himself scarce.

“Leah.” Harrison took her hand and kissed it. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine,” she said.

“It was about to be,” Brooks muttered.

Leah’s jaw dropped and Brooks winked at her. Then he went back to glaring at Harrison.

“Kiersten was looking for you,” Harrison said to Leah. “I believe she needs help with the guest of honor.”

“Of course,” Leah said, pulling away from Brooks. Only he wasn’t ready to let her go yet. He kept a grip on her hand.

“Excuse us,” he said to Harrison. He pulled Leah out of the tent, ignoring her little squeak of surprise. He led her far enough away that they were out of the circle of light, down near the shoreline where the waves lapped gently at the beach.

“Brooks, what—”

He cut off her words with his lips and thank Dionysus or Pan or whatever drunk, frolicking god the ancient Greeks had worshipped, she kissed him back. Good God, did she kiss him back. That delectable little mouth of hers opened beneath his and ravished him, inside and out. He couldn’t suck enough air into his lungs, but there was no way in hell he was pulling away from her to breathe. Keeping his lips fused to hers was far more important than some measly need for oxygen.

She broke away first, her chest heaving, eyes wide. Before he could say a word, she wrapped her hands in his lapels and hauled him back to her, kissing him hard and fast. Then she gave him a playful push, grinned like a mischievous child, and ran back into the tent.

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