Billionaire's Match

Chapter 74 Nick's hand moved before he realized it. He cupped Khloe's cheek, gently brushing the stray strands of hair away, then carefully took her hand-still gripping his-and returned it to the blanket. For a moment, she seemed at peace. But then, whatever dream she was having shifted, and she stirred again, this time with a faint whimper. Nick had just taken off his shirt, intending to go shower in the next room, when he heard the movement. He hurried back to the bed. Khloe, startled by something in her dream, lunged instinctively, wrapping herself around his bare chest.

She was like a tiny furnace pressed against his cooler skin. Their bodies collided, warm meeting cold, and a low, startled groan escaped both of them. Khloe's eyes fluttered open, wet with lingering dream mist. It took a moment for her gaze to focus, and even then, her mind was sluggish-disoriented, unsure of where she was or what she was doing. All she knew was that her hands were resting somewhere that felt impossibly good-cool to the touch, firm and solid, the skin so... human, so alive. "Khloe." Nick's voice cut through her haze, firm and alert as he noticed her wandering hands.

pressed lightly to the side of her head, his body hovering protectively over hers. Her pupils dilated. Everywhere she looked, there was

Panic seized her. She scrambled to the other side of the bed. "I-I'm sorry, sorry..." "I'm still wet. I was just going to shower," he explained, back to her, rearranging his pants and draping the shirt over his