The Billionaire's Cure

Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Derrick's POV

She signed the contract.

I've been staring at the amendment for thirty minutes, rading her signature over and over.

Eight million dollars.

I wired it to her account this morning, every cent. Upfront.

She slept in my bed last night, in my arms, with her back against my chest.

Her hair in my face.

Her warmth seeping into my bones.

I held her without flinching.

And for the first time in five years, I slept without nightmares.

I woke up this morning with her still in my arms.

I wanted to kiss her but I stopped myself.

Not yet. You're not ready.

She's not yours, not completely.

Not yet.

But she will be.

I'll make sure of it.

I find her in the kitchen, making coffee.

Wearing one of my shirts.

My shirt.

Hanging off her shoulder, reaching her mid-thigh. Bare legs, bare feet.

She's trying to kill me.

"Good morning,"

Her voice is soft.

I cross the room, stop behind her.

"You're wearing my shirt," I say.

"I hope that's okay. I didn't have anything comfortable to sleep in."

"It's more than okay."

I reach out, my fingers brush her bare shoulder.

She shivers, I like that.

"You look good in my clothes," I say.

"You look like you belong to me."

Her breath catches. "Derrick—"

I step closer, my body presses against her back. My hands find her hips.

I'm hard.

I want her to know it.

She gasps when she feels me, her hands grip the counter.

"Derrick," she breathes.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm touching you," I say against her ear.

"That's what you're here for, isn't it?"

She shivers again. "Yes, but…"

"But what?"

I turn her around and pin her against the counter.

My hands are on either side of her body, my hips pressed against hers.

Her eyes are wide, her chest is heaving.

"What do you want from me?" she whispers.

I lean closer, my lips brush her ear.

"Everything," I say.

"I want everything."

She trembles.

"You signed the contract," I say.

"You agreed to this. You're mine now."

"I agreed to help you…"

"You agreed to let me touch you." I pull back.

"To kiss you, to sleep with you." I pause.

"To f**k you, if needed."

She swallows, her throat bobs.

"That's what you said, isn't it?" I ask.

"You signed the amendment, you agreed to everything."

"I did."

I stroke her cheek with my thumb, she leans into my touch.

"Good girl," I whisper.

I pull away from her, to pour myself a cup of coffee.

She stays pressed against the counter, her eyes are still fixed on me.

Her chest is still heaving, her cheeks are flushed.

I pretend I don't notice.

"We should start the sessions," I say.

"The contract says thirty minutes, seven times a day."

"Okay," she says. Her voice is shaky.

I turn to look at her.

"Come here."

She walks over, stopping a foot away.

"Closer."

She steps closer, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from her body.

I set down my coffee and reach for her.

My hands find her waist and I pull her against me.

She gasps.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," I say.

"I won't."

I kiss her neck.

She gasps again. Her hands grip my arms.

"Derrick…"

I kiss down her throat, across her collarbone and up to her jaw.

She's trembling, I like it.

"You feel good," I breathe against her skin.

"You feel so good."

Her fingers dig into my arms.

"Keep going," she whispers.

I pull back and looked at her.

"Not yet," I say.

She blinks. "What?"

I smile.

The days blur together.

Session one: I hold her in my arms, my hands on her waist, her back against my chest.

I kiss her neck, she moans.

Session two: I pin her against the wall, my body pressed against hers, my thigh between her legs. She's wet, I can feel it.

Session three: I sit on the couch, she sits in my lap. My hands are on her hips.

Her fingers in my hair, we almost kiss but I pull away at the last second.

Session four: I carry her to the bedroom, lay her on the bed and kiss down her body.

"Not yet."

I say and walk away. She calls my name. I don't turn back.

Session five: She's in the shower when I walk in. She freezes, I step behind her.

My hands on her shoulders, my lips on her neck.

"You're mine," I say.

"Every inch of you. You understand?"

She nods.

Her voice is gone.

"Say it."

"I'm yours."

I smile. "Good girl."

I leave her in the shower, she calls my name.

I don't stop.

Session six: She's on the bed, waiting and naked beneath the sheets.

I lie beside her, hold her, kiss her shoulder and her neck.

"I want to taste you," I whisper.

"Everywhere."

"Then do it."

"Not yet."

"Why?" Her voice is desperate.

"Why do you keep stopping?"

I meet her eyes.

"Because when I finally have you, I want it to be perfect" I kiss her jaw.

"Derrick…"

"Shh." I press my finger to her lips.

"Sleep now, tomorrow, we'll try again."

I hold her until she falls asleep but I don't sleep.

I lie awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how badly I want to take her.

Not yet.

Not until you're ready but I want her.

Session seven: I find her in the living room, reading. She looks up as I enter.

She looks afraid.

"Derrick…"

I cross the room and toss the book aside.

Then, I pull her to her feet.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

I push her against the wall.

"I need to touch you."

I crush my lips to hers.

She gasps against my mouth.

I kiss her hard, possessive, demanding.

My hands find her hair, I am no longer in control.

I break the kiss and pull back.

"Now," I say.

"Now I'm ready."

I pick her up, carry her to the bedroom.

She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back.

Finally.

I lay her on the bed and hover over her.

"I've waited too long for this," I say.

I strip her slowly, worship her with my eyes, my hands, my lips.

She's trembling.

"Derrick."

"Yes?"

"Please." I smile.

"Please what?"

She pulls me down, her lips brush my ear.

"Please make me yours."

I cannot wait anymore. I take her.