Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 565 GOwen's POV HHis mouth moved over mine with a hunger that stole my breath, his hands gripping my face. My body wwas pinned against the cold wall, but all I could feel was his heat, burning through our clothes. WWhen he finally pulled back a few inches, we were both breathing hard. WWithout breaking eye contact, he reached to the side, and I heard the sharp, decisive click of the bolt slsliding into place. The door/was locked. Thatat small sound echoed inside me like thunder. It was the sound of the world being shut out. Nothing elsise mattered now. Not the inn. Not the debts.

Not tomorrow. There was only the two of us in that shadowed room, the crackle of the fire, and the storm we had unielsished. Heleturnedlali his focus back to me, and his expression was pure, fierce concentration. "Nowowee whispered, his voice a rough growl that sent a shiver down my spine, "no one's going to feinatupiptus." Beferered could reply, his hands slid from my face, over my shoulders, and around my waist. In one sisoobthefeofolaless motion, he lifted me. Instinctivelyly, wrapped my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. Helevasinjuisitstrong.

He was solid, like the mountains surrounding the village. Helcaraid daawayay from the door and toward the center of the room, where a thick Persian rug lay in front ofothe effereplace. Helknelt and taialdiae down on the soft wool with surprising reverence. The dim higit wassiciered by the orange glow of the embers, painting shifting shadows across Nick's faface as he hovered dvvenne, completely filling my field of vision. He stayed there for a moment, just Iclooking at me disisyeyes traveling over every inch of my face as if memorizing me. Claiming me.

TThen his handsisofoudhdhe hem fof my sweater. WWith slow deliberatele ovements, he pulled it up, taking my shirt underneath with it. Cool air brushed oovermy skin, malang gyyipipples tighten instantly, a sharp contrast to the heat burning inside me. HHe sucked in a breaththisisanze darkening as he took in my newly exposed body. Only my upper half, but wunden that intense stareret ftefeltkikewwas completely naked. "GGod, Gwen," he braathadrach dthe admiration in his voice was more intoxicating than anything. 1/4 His hand reached out, his rough palm closing over my breast.

torturous lightness, then with firm pressure that made my hips arch up toward him. He leaned down, and his mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue hot and wet as he licked and sucked, while his hand kneaded me with a possessiveness that left me dizzy. I was lost in a haze of sensation. His hands were everywhere.

I was giving myself to him willingly, every part of me begging for more. He paused only long enough to unbutton his own shirt and toss it aside. Then his body came down over mine, skin to skin, and the contact was electric. The feel of his chest against my breasts. His solid weight over me. The sensation of being completely wrapped up, dominated and protected at the same time... It was overwhelming. My fingers dug into his

of his need beneath his jeans. A rough growl escaped him, and he broke the kiss, burying

me, stripping away my jeans and panties with an urgency that made my blood burn. And then there were no more barriers. Only warm skin. Sweat. And the overwhelming sensation of him, naked against me, as naked as I was. 2/4 He positioned himself between my legs, and they opened for him in a silent, eager

That was what he'd been waiting for. With a slow, deliberate, almost torturous movement, he entered me. My body stretched to take him in, the sensation so full, so complete, that tears filled my eyes. Not from pain.