Expecting the Billionaire's Heir - Chapter 10

Ellie felt dazed, used, exhausted… And wonderful.

That had been… Immense. Fast, furious, impulsive and yet intensely moving. Her body was sore, but her heart was floating on a sea of endorphins.

Sex had never been like that before. Not for her. She wasn’t even sure where all the urgency had come from. But she’d glimpsed the haunted look in Baz’s eyes, sensed the desperate need when he’d torn off her panties—like, literally—and felt it echo in her soul.

He shuddered in her arms—and groaned. Then swore.

She smiled a secret smile. Apparently, Baz had been blindsided, too.

She sank her fingers in his hair—so silky—and held his head, aware of all the places their bodies were still joined, before he eased out of her and rolled onto his back.

They stared at the velvet canopy above their heads together. Their laboured breathing the only sound. They hadn’t even had time to get underdressed properly they’d been so frantic to have each other.

‘That was… Extreme…’ Baz murmured. And for the first time since she’d known him, he sounded unsure of himself.

She let out a laugh, but it sounded rusty, the huge lump of emotion swelling in her throat suddenly threatening to gag her.

She blinked frantically, desperate to hold back the tears.

Good God, Ellie, get real.

Where was that even coming from? Why did this suddenly feel so important? They weren’t those unloved kids anymore. And she hardly knew Baz, even though it had felt like he could see into her soul a moment ago.

She tugged down her dress, sat up on the bed, aware of the beautifully appointed room. The polished antique furniture glowed in the moonlight, the embroidered velvet bedspread now imprinted with their bodies.

The shot of shame yanked her back to the reality of this situation—and thankfully shrank the massive boulder in her throat, at least a bit.

She’d intended to minimise the emotional impact of their one-night stand by bringing Baz here, but instead, making love to him in this beautiful room now felt like it meant more.

She went to scramble off the bed, but he clasped her wrist.

‘What’s wrong?’ he asked.

‘Nothing… It’s just, we shouldn’t be here,’ she said, still struggling to control all the wayward emotions choking her. ‘We don’t belong here.’

‘I thought that was the point,’ he said, but then his devious thumb stroked her wrist—and her pulse jumped. ‘I’m sorry that lacked finesse. I’m usually better at foreplay.’

She smiled at his rueful expression, even though she was dying inside. Was this just a hookup to him? Because it already felt like so much more than that to her.

She couldn’t process that terrifying thought though, when he hooked a curl behind her ear, and dropped his forehead to hers.

‘How about we take a shower and make the most of this bed? It’s too late for regrets.’

True.

She nodded, realising however dangerous this felt now, she didn’t want to say no to him. Even if she should.

‘Okay,’ she said. ‘I’m in.’