BILLIONAIRE FOR KEEPS: Book 3 (Point St. Claire, where true love finds a way) Read Free Page B

light illuminating his tall obviously ripped frame, he looked even more impressive than he had decked out in a custom made tuxedo.
    Hell, he looked hotter than any man on earth.
    As the evening wound on, minutes evaporated into hours, and Vanessa kept reminding herself. Keep those feet on the ground, girl . But how often did a date go without a single hitch? Without even one awkward moment? They had so much stuff in common. Her father, businesses to run, memories of Point St. Claire.
    And the sexual attraction?
    It crackled . She could practically see the sparks.
    They ended up at a bar in Kenmore Square, listening to live music while debating whether a man could really survive alone on Mars, if orange could ever be the new black, and which mortal force was stronger―greed or love.
    Vanessa was stoked they agreed on that one.
    But as the evening drew to a close, she imagined that age-old first date question hanging over their heads.
    Would Griffin kiss her goodnight? And she wasn’t talking a friendly peck on the cheek.
    Around one in the morning, Griffin drove her home. He walked her to the door and waited until she unlocked before confessing, “Don’t let this go to your head, but I had the best time tonight.”
    She was blushing again and he obviously knew it, so she raised her shoulders, let them drop. “It’s what I do.”
    His lips twitched before he curled a wave of hair away from her face and leaned in a little closer. “I think I’d like to do this again.”
    “Oh, you do, huh?”
    “There’s something we need to get clear first.”
    “Sounds serious.”
    “You decide.”
    As Griffin closed the distance between them and his mouth captured hers, her bones dissolved. There was so much steam. All at once, so much want . Good that a strong warm hand was pressing on the small of her back or she would have melted into a puddle then and there at his feet.
    And as his lips parted more and the kiss deepened into the next heart-pounding level, Vanessa made the decision before she knew there was a choice. 
    A divine eternity later when his lips gradually left hers, she kept her arms looped around his neck, to keep her balance as much as anything. Her head was spinning.
    “So…” She siphoned in a breath that was laced with his masculine scent. “Wanna come in for coffee or something?”
    “Yeah.” His lips grazed and circled hers. “I really do.”
    Vanessa waited, her heart pounding, but when he didn’t run with it, she wondered. Was he worried that maybe, somehow, he would be taking advantage of the situation?
    “Griffin, I’m over twenty-one, remember?”
    “It’s just I have a better idea.”
    His mouth was so close…so delicious and warm.
    A better idea ? “Not possible.”
    She felt his other hand on her hip, kneading as he searched her eyes. “Come away with me for the weekend.”
    Stop. Breathing. Now.
    Sure they were getting on better than great. She’d asked him inside on a first date. A great big ‘first time ever’ for her.
    But going away together? That was a whole other beast. Something held over for when things were more…well, yeah.
    Serious .
    She went with the other excuse.
    “I really am up against it at work. I shouldn’t have taken tonight off.”
    He only hummed against her lips and murmured, “I understand,” right before he kissed her again.
    Deeper. Longer. Better . Her every cell began to sizzle then ignite. Blood transformed into molten mush.
    When he finally broke the kiss, his lips stayed teasingly close. “Pick you up Friday night at seven?”
    She sighed and nodded. “I’ll be ready by six.”
    *
    When Griffin collected Vanessa for their stolen weekend away, he wouldn’t say where they were going. He did , however, give her one of his simmering kisses at the door before taking her overnight bag. In the car, he plugged in some road trip tunes (Illy and Lukas Graham and Chainsmokers―the DJ duo not the deed) and headed north. As the Interstate miles rolled