Chapter One of At the Billionaire's Passion, Book 6 in the Billionaire Brothers Series

At the Billionaire's Passion

Coming March 8th

Chapter One

The drive back to the apartment was uneventful and the parking lot below the building was quiet, for that much I was grateful. As much as I’d enjoyed the trip away I was exhausted. I glanced over at David as he took the bags from the driver and headed for the elevator. I followed him without saying a word, moving on autopilot.

The moment the elevator doors slid shut David dropped the bags and swung around to face me. His strong hands caught my arm and drew my body in towards his chest.

“I’ve been waiting for an age to get you alone.”

His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as he dipped his face to my neck, his lips brushing against my skin. My body reacted instantly to his touch, lips parting as a small gasp slid past, my arms automatically wrapping around his shoulders pulling him closer.

There was something about David that always had me longing to draw him closer to me. I had no explanation for it, it was just something that I felt. Perhaps it was a part of the connection we shared, the bond that had formed between us always bringing us closer. I couldn’t help but wonder if as the years passed would we continue to grow closer still?

“You taste like cherries and the crisp cold air of winter.”

He pressed his mouth to the sensitive spot just below my ear and I felt my legs buckle beneath me. David caught me easily, his strong arms holding me upright as his warm masculine chuckle rippled down over my skin.

“I love the way you react to me, Carrie, I love knowing you’re mine.”

“I was always yours, it just took us both a while to realise it.”

My voice was low and husky with desire, it was the voice of a woman who was loved, desired. A woman that had experienced pleasure at the hands and lips of the man who adored her.

For a second it surprised me, there would have been a time when I didn’t recognise who I had become. I was still Carrie, I held all the same insecurities and fears I had always had but now they were muted. It allowed me to simply give myself over to David, to enjoy and revel in the things he could make me feel.

He lifted his face from where he had been nuzzling my neck and stared down into my eyes. My heart hammered in my chest and for a moment it felt as though it might simply explode out of me. He was still the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on and part of me would always wonder how I had gotten so lucky.

“Now that I have you, I won’t ever let you go.”

“I don’t want you to.”

I smiled up at him and the elevator doors dinged open making me jump. Reluctantly David released me and scooped the bags up from the floor. I rummaged through my purse as David dropped behind. Pulling the keys from their dark hiding spot I turned and caught him watching me intently.

“Do you want me to help with the bags?”

I asked, confusion at why he was paused in the hall making me furrow my brow.

“Nope, I was simply admiring the view of what’s mine.”

Colour flooded up from my neck and spilled into my face. I could feel the heat spread all the way up to my dark roots and I had the sudden urge to walk sideways down the hall.

Instead I swallowed back my embarrassment and turned, making my way to the front door on legs that had suddenly turned to jelly. The effect he had on me was intense, it was like no other feeling in the world and I loved it.

I could hear him picking up pace behind me as I pushed the key into the lock. David’s body was suddenly behind me, his hard chest pressed against my back as he forced me against the door. He jerked his hips gently, grinding his hardness against my ass making my breath come in small gasping gulps.

My hands shook as I struggled to even turn the key in the lock, my entire body beginning to tremble with need. I could feel his warm breath fanning across my skin as he dropped small kisses down the length of my neck.

“I can’t get the key to work.”

My voice shook with frustration as I struggled to open the door.

David’s hand crept around my waist, sliding up the side of my ribcage brushing against my breast. I gasped and pushed back against him, my body going into surrender mode. I wanted to be in his arms, I wanted to feel his body against mine… His fingers moved up to my arm, sliding down until his fingers covered mine. He pushed hard and sharp, forcing the key home and stealing the air from my lungs as he ground his body against mine. The key turned easily in the lock and as the door swung inwards I collapsed inside as the structure that had been holding me upright disappeared.

David’s arm wrapped around my body, jerking me back against him, stopping me from dropping to my knees in front of him.

A shiver of desire raced through me as I thought about being on my knees in front of David. The position had never appealed to me in the past but now… There was something about it, something in the way his hands slid down over my spine, the way his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips.

When I was on my knees there was no hiding from him. I was open, exposed and vulnerable and yet David had shown me over and over how utterly beautiful and intimate a position it could be.

“What are you thinking?”

He whispered against my ear as he dumped the bags on the floor and kicked the door shut with his foot. He spun me in his arms making me dizzy and it was his arms that kept me upright. The way he made me feel, it did things to my head, things I didn’t understand and yet craved all the same. I knew I would never get used to the fact that he had so much control over me. And yet I knew if I could give him even more control then I would do it in a heartbeat.

“I was thinking about…”

I hesitated over my words, how could I explain it without it sounding ridiculous.

“You were thinking?”

He prompted me, walking me slowly backwards towards the bedroom.

“I was thinking of what it’s like to be on my knees for you.”

Colour flooded my face again but it was worth it for the look on David’s face. His eyes darkened, an appreciative growl rumbling through his chest.

“You’re a wicked, wicked woman, Mrs Carrie Ashcroft.”

I laughed and pushed at his chest playfully but I couldn’t stop the shiver of desire that trembled down through my body when he said my name. My new name, his name. I was his, utterly and completely.

“No more wicked then you are, Mr Ashcroft.”

I grinned up at him as he manoeuvred me through the bedroom door.

Reaching the edge of the bed he paused before he dropped to his knees in front of me. He reached down and lifted one leg, slipping my foot from my shoe before he placed it back on the floor. He repeated the same action with my other leg before sliding his hands up my calves. His hands slipped beneath the skirt I was wearing and I gasped as he reached the tops of my stockings, his fingers brushing against my skin.

My breath caught in my throat as his fingers slid a little higher, brushing against the edge of my panties. He stared up at me, his eyes dark and possessive. The look he gave me burned through me to my very core. I knew what was coming, I knew what he would do to me, the things he would make me feel and it was enough to sway me on my feet.

David’s hands tightened around the tops of my thighs, digging into the soft flesh just enough to pull me back from the edge.

“I want you on your feet, don’t make me restrain you.”

His voice was low and it sent ripples of pleasure through my core. I couldn’t speak, my mouth was dry, my tongue a useless lump in my mouth. All I could do was nod and curl my hands into fists at my sides.

His hands moved quickly, his fingers deftly unclipping the suspenders that kept my stockings in place. He rolled them down my legs, lifting each foot once more to help me step out of them. Need and desire were building within me. I wanted him, wanted to feel him, touch him, taste him but David was the one in control and he would move at his pace. Where I was impatient, he was slow, savouring everything. Teasing me.

He pushed his hands back up my legs once more, this time bunching my skirt until it sat up around my waist and I was left exposed to him. He pressed his face in against my body and I gasped, my head dropping back as he gripped my hips and dragged my body closer to him.

The shrill sound of the phone tore through the ragged sound of our breathing. It rang and rang for what seemed like an eternity before finally falling silent. David looked up at me, a wicked smile curling his lips. I could see the promise of pleasure in his eyes and I wanted everything he was offering.

The phone rang again and David let out a frustrated sigh. This time it didn’t fall silent, the answer machine clicked in and David’s voice rumbled through the apartment, asking the caller to leave a message.

There was a pause and then Aaron’s voice filled the hall. There was no mistaking the tone in his voice and it left me with shivers. 

“David, I know you’re there, I rang the desk and they told me you returned home, answer the damn phone. This isn’t something that can wait.”

David sighed and pressed his face in against my leg, his teeth biting down gently on the soft skin of my thigh. I cried out, jerking in his grip.

David caught me as he stood, and stared down at me with regret in his eyes.

“I’ll find out what he wants and then I’ll be right back.”

David pressed his lips against mine, a gentle kiss, nothing like the passion he had displayed mere moments before.

I dropped down onto the edge of the bed and watched him head for the door. I didn’t want to feel disappointed but I couldn’t help it. He had gotten me so worked up and for it to then just fizzle out… I shook my head as though that action alone could clear the thoughts from my head.

I had no reason to be disappointed, not when Aaron had sounded the way he did. I knew it couldn’t be Heather or the baby, Aaron sounded far too in control for that. No, he was angry, there was a white hot rage in his voice, I recognised it because David shared his temper with his brother.

David had the capacity for a depth of passion and intensity I had never experienced before but if he was crossed he was… Terrifying was the only word that came to mind that even remotely covered what David was like.

I loved him and I knew he would never do anything to ever harm me but it didn’t change the fact that I never wanted his anger directed at me. The thought of his fury crashing down around me was enough to give me nightmares.

I could hear his voice growing more heated and I knew he had obviously gotten through to Aaron. With a sigh I stood and headed for the bathroom, the way they were arguing probably meant they would be on the phone for quite some time. It left me with time on my hands and a shower sounded like heaven.