The Teacher's Billionaire

onto his lap. “Is this how friends act?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer. Instead he captured her mouth for a kiss she wouldn’t forget anytime soon. He felt Callie’s body nervously stiffen at first, and he thought she might pull away. But as he teased her lips apart, he felt her relax against him. Slowly she put her arms around his neck returning his kiss with equal intensity.
    He continued his assault on her mouth for several seconds before pulling back and moving his lips to her neck. A small sigh escaped from her as she leaned her head to one side providing him with better access.
    “Still think we’re just friends?” he murmured against her skin. “If so I’ll keep trying to change your mind till I finally convince you. I’ve got all night.”
    “I’m not sure. Maybe that is how you Englishman say hello to your friends. I’ve never been to England,” Callie teased as she moved her hands to his shoulders. “I might need more convincing,” she said her voice all business.
    If she wanted to play that game he was certainly up for the challenge. Without warning he tore his mouth away from her neck and once again settled his lips on hers. The minute their lips touched again a wave of desire like he’d never experienced before engulfed him. Merely kissing her was no longer enough. He wanted to feel her skin against his, know every inch of her body.
    Sliding his hands under her t-shirt he ran his hands up her slender back. Her skin was just as smooth as he remembered from the day he’d spread the sunscreen on her. Dylan paused at her bra clasp silently giving her a chance to stop him. Instead she entwined her fingers in his hair. Taking that as an okay, he undid the tiny hooks and took her breasts in his hands. They fit his hands perfectly. As if they’d been made just for him to hold.
    Soon just touching her wasn’t enough though. He needed to see her.
    Dylan forced himself to break their kiss and yanked her Red Sox shirt off. It landed with her sensible no-frills cotton bra on the floor somewhere. For a minute he just looked at her.
    Perfection.
Even better than he’d imagined.
    “Not fair,” Callie whispered tugging at the shoulder of his shirt as he trailed kisses down her neck.
    Not having to be told twice, Dylan tugged his shirt over his head barely stopping what he was doing to her. The feel of Callie’s skin against his was more than he could take.
    Bed.
He needed to get them to a bed. Without stopping his assault on her lips he scooped her up off his lap and headed down the short hall. Using his shoulder he pushed open the bedroom door.
    They fell onto her bed together sending purple and red throw pillows to the floor. Never once letting his lips leave Callie’s he stripped off their remaining clothes making sure he tossed his wallet on her nightstand before throwing his jeans on top of her shorts.
    Slow.
You’ve got all night; his mind screamed but somehow his body didn’t get the message. Flames were already licking his body. And Callie’s gentle caresses were only pushing him closer to being engulfed in a full out inferno.
    When he could no longer take the sweet torture of just being next to her naked body but not inside, he reached for his wallet. Withdrawing the small foil packet inside he paused for half a heart beat.
    For some untold reason, he regretted having to use the thing. He tore the packet open anyway. Dylan didn’t know if Callie was on any type of birth control, and he didn’t want her telling him he was a father nine months from now.
    ***
    There was a furnace in her bed. There had to be. It was the only explanation. She was so hot. Opening her eyes her brain slowly began to register her surroundings, and who she was with.
    Dylan.
He was asleep next to her. The early morning light streaming through the window cast shadows on his face. Memories of what happened overwhelmed her.
    Something between a sigh and a groan escaped. She’d never been into casual sex or one-night stands. That just wasn’t her. She’d been intimate with only two other men, and she’d been in long-term relationships with both.
    Callie flipped onto her back and stared at the ceiling. They hadn’t discussed any kind of relationship. While she didn’t have any proof, she suspected that Dylan didn’t have an aversion to one-night stands.
    Just before he’d kissed her, sending all rational thought from her brain, Dylan questioned her belief that nothing existed between them, that