BILLIONAIRE'S UNINTENDED BRIDE

Chapter 27: What Happened Last Night

Chapter 27: What Happened Last Night.

When my eyes fluttered open, a dull ache pounded in my head. I wiggled my toes against the silky sheets and blinked a few times, trying to regain some semblance of reality. That's when I saw him-Luke - asleep in the armchair across the room. His jaw was a strong line even in sleep, his mouth slightly open as he breathed. A wave of panic washed over me; I couldn't recall the details of last night.

Pushing my hair back from my face, I muttered, "Well, this is certainly an interesting way to wake up, isn't it?"

Luke stirred awake, his eyes blinking open to meet mine. The corners of his lips tilted upward in a sleepy grin. "It wasn't exactly the plan, but after what you put me through last night, I figured I should stick around to make sure you didn't wind up on the chandelier or something."

That elicited a half-smile, half-cringe from me. "I have the feeling. I don't want to remember what happened last night."

His eyes twinkled with mischief and maybe something softer, more affectionate. "You were wild, Emily. You said many things about what you think of me. And let's just say you had some pretty 'expressive' thoughts about me."

Heat crept into my cheeks. My God, what had I said? "Do I dare ask?"

His chuckle was low, his eyes not leaving mine. "You were quite vocal about how you found my lips... irresistible. You wanted to know if they tasted as good as they looked."

My face must've turned fifty shades of red. "Oh, wow. Blame it on the booze?"

Luke grinned, making my heart skip a beat. "But that's not all. You had a few... shall we say, creative suggestions on what else you'd like to do with those lips of mine."

If I could have melted into the floor in that instant, I would have. "I can't believe I said all that."

He rose from the chair, his tall frame stretching as he stepped closer. "Well, you definitely made an impression," he said, his eyes scanning my face as if committing every detail to memory.

"I hope it was a good one," I replied, half-flirting, half-serious.

Our eyes locked, and in that moment, a silent understanding passed between us. His gaze held a fiery intensity, a promise of something more. "If you weren't intoxicated, I'd have shown you just how unforgettable," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

I swallowed hard, a mix of anticipation and nervousness swirling within me. "And how would you have done that?"

The air seemed to crackle with tension as he leaned closer. His eyes, deep pools of emotion, held mine captive. "Like this," he murmured.

The moment his lips met mine, it was as if a dormant volcano had erupted within me. Surprise jolted through me, quickly giving way to an overwhelming desire. His lips were unexpectedly soft, gentle yet insistent, moving against mine in a rhythm that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

I was acutely aware of every point of contact, the warmth of his breath, the faint scent of his cologne. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving nothing but the sensation of his lips on mine. It was a kiss filled with all the unsaid words, the hidden desires, the questions we had never dared to ask.

His hands found the small of my back, pulling me closer. I responded instinctively, my own hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more desperate. There was a hunger in it, a longing for something more, something deeper.

But as quickly as the fire had ignited, doubt crept in. Luke's lips stilled against mine, and he pulled back, his eyes clouded with a mixture of emotions - desire, confusion, and regret.

"I shouldn't have done that," he said, stepping back as if to physically distance himself from the moment. "This was a mistake.

"Luke-"

He held up a hand, stopping my words. "I crossed a line. I shouldn't involve myself like this with an employee. It was a lapse in judgment. I'm sorry, Emily."

He turned and left swiftly, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving me in a whirlwind of confusion and longing.

I touched my lips, still tingling from his kiss, and wondered if I'd just experienced something truly unforgettable or merely another mistake on a growing list of regrets.