Page 52 of The Billionaire's Vow

However, Dimitri wouldn’t go any further than kissing.He wouldn’t touch her bare skin.He wouldn’t let her slide her hands under his shirt.He controlled their make-out sessions with ruthless precision.

And it was driving her insane.

His gaze dropped to her mouth, then lifted again, simmering with restrained hunger.His hands flexed slightly, as if he wanted to grab her but forced himself not to.

“Are you saying you want me to make love to you?”

Giselle held his gaze, letting him see the frustration, the heat, the growing desperation she could no longer hide.

She thought about it for only a moment.Then she nodded firmly.“Yes.Yes, I want to make love with you.I want to lose myself in the way you kiss and touch me, Dimitri.I want to know… all of you.”

His jaw tightened.The heat in his eyes flared hotter, but instead of pulling her closer, he held himself rigidly still.

“Is that because you’re frustrated about your day?”

Giselle nearly hit him.

Her eyes flashed, heat turning sharp with frustration.She stepped away from him, her emotions finally breaking through.“No!”She spun around, tugging at her hair.“No, I don’t want to have sex with you simply for the physical release.”

She turned back just as he moved to the sink, washing his hands with maddening calm while she paced.

He dried his hands and took a step toward her, but Giselle held up her hand, stopping his momentum with an angry, desperate glare.“We’re not kissing anymore, Dimitri.I can’t take it.I’m barely sleeping at night.And if I do, I’m dreaming of you finally making love to me properly.It’s not fair!You torment me every night.And,” she put a hand to her chest, not trying to be dramatic, but she was.Desperate, that is.Shaking her head, she felt defeated.“I can’t stand it anymore!”

“Are you saying that some of this… vitriol,” he finished with a sly grin as he relentlessly pulled her into his arms, “…is because of sexual frustration?”

And she let him.Because this was Dimitri and she loved feeling him hold her.But she wanted so much more.

“Yes!”she snapped, then tried to push him away, but her efforts were weak and pointless.“I’m done!You drive me wild every night, but refuse to take things further!I’m exhausted and so… crazy!”she finished, pulling at her hair.“And then, you tempt me all over again the next day.”

Dimitri chuckled, then jerked her hips closer.“I’m frustrated as well,” he informed her, the physical evidence of that frustration pressing against her stomach.His voice dropped, rougher now.“I told you a month ago that we needed to take this slow, Giselle.”

“Yeah, but this is a glacier’s pace!”

“So, you’re ready to take things further?”He leaned down, nibbling at her neck.The control in his voice was thinner now, roughened with need.

After a month of sexual torment, Giselle wasn’t afraid any longer.Not even shy.

“Yes.”She leaned her head against his chest.“Please, Dimitri.Don’t make us wait any longer.”

In response, he tangled his fingers in her hair, tilting her head back.Then, he kissed her, and Giselle realized that this was the first “real” kiss she’d had from Dimitri.It was power and demand, crushing her lips against his own before gentling, then shifting to demand all over again.

The kiss made her head spin with desire and Giselle clung to him, her fingers sliding up his chest until she could wrap her arms around his neck.He lifted her clear off her feet without breaking the kiss.

She heard a soft thud, but was enjoying herself too much to look around.So, it was a surprise when she felt the soft bed against her back.Dimitri started stripping off her clothes, starting with her pants.She’d worn a pair of black, wide leg slacks, which slid down her legs in a whisper of material.Dimitri reached out and ripped her blouse open, smiling in satisfaction at what he revealed.

“Dimitrie that was…!”she gasped, staring down at the shreds of her blouse.

“I’ll buy you ten more,” he promised, grinning.“But I’m going to do that every time.”

Giselle thought that was a pretty hot offer, so she didn’t argue.She didn’t particularly like that blouse anyway.It wasn’t anything special.Plus, the sound of the fabric ripping was…exciting!

She didn’t have a chance to contemplate that though.Because Dimitri was staring down at her, taking in the silky bra and panties she worn beneath.They hadn’t been anything exciting; she’d found the set at a discount store.but lingerie was something she adored.Giselle’s secret addiction was pretty bras and panties, thigh high stockings and garters.When the world was going insane around her, feeling the silk and lace caress her skin made her feel… in control.

“Damn, Giselle,” he growled, slowly sliding his hands up her bare thighs, pausing briefly at the juncture between.She gasped, feeling her body react.His fingers continued their exploration, leaving trails of fire in their wake, sliding higher.When his hands finally reached her breasts, Giselle gasped in surprise at how much she liked it.His thumbs stroked her tight nipples, drawing a line of red-hot desire from her chest to her core.

“You’re still wearing your clothes,” she murmured as she looked up at him.

“You want me to take them off?”