Page 33 of Ruthless Financier
He stopped and let out a small satisfied smile, like I tasted like ice cream on a hot day to him. Then he said, “First, I exercise and finish with a run on the beach.”
I wished I was more confident here and believed in myself right now. I combed my hands through his hair and said, “I’ve never exercised on the beach. I normally see it only on vacation.”
He tugged my shirt out of my skirt as he said, “You can join me.”
This was it. My body heated. I wasn’t ashamed of my body or anything, but the steam in my skin was making me dizzy, so I stopped him, but held onto his rock-hard abs. Then, like our conversation was over a dinner table and not waking up every cell in my body, I asked, “Then you’re off to work?”
He traced my sides. I curled my fingers into him more, and my chest pushed into his as he said, “I work at home, mostly. I make a few phone calls, dictate what I want done to Russ, and make lunch.”
“Interesting,” I said, as I arched my neck to let him continue.
He nudged my face lower, and once I did as he asked, he claimed my lips in a kiss and I melted. I never wanted anyone else’s lips, ever again. His mouth awoke needs inside my soul.
As the kiss ended, he seemed in control as he said, “Right. Then I’m napping, because in the evening there’s usually a long party, and that’s where I get most of my information. People talk too much when they drink.”
Tomorrow we’d go on our unofficial honeymoon, where I was the tag-along to his master plan. I had such a hard time imagining Jacob was as ruthless as I’d read he was. But his plan fit exactly with what was on those pages—even if my heart had these zips that told me there was more here than met the eye. I sucked on my bottom lip for a second and let it go as I asked, “And that’s why we’re going to Florida, for information.”
“For a trade, to get what I want to gain control of my father’s board,” he said, but added some details, “When I show up to play on the course, I’ll be invited to join someone’s game. And while we’re playing, one of the men will invite us to the party. Then, at the party, I’ll make a deal where I could win in a heartbeat everything I’ve worked years to achieve.”
He came closer to kiss me again, like I was the main course. I let him. His pecks on my body sent trembles of desire through me that I liked, and that I wasn’t ready for, at the same time. I said, “Sounds simple. Maybe you won’t need a wife for five years.”
“I want you for as long as I get.”
Damn. That tongue of his devoured me. My adrenaline was already at a high. I wanted more, but as he ended his sweet taste of me, he hugged me and said, “I just need you to look amazing. We’ll stop to get you a few outfits. Most people in Florida avoid black as it holds in more heat.”
I was practically laying under him now. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave. I met his gaze and said, “Okay.”
His lips curled into a wicked smile that made my adrenaline rush still higher as he said, “And in California, the sunkissed-at-the-beach look doesn’t often come in black business suits.”
I stayed where I was, but raised my eyebrows as I said, “You went through my closet.”
He playfully tugged me closer and I could feel his hard cock under his clothes as he said, “Guilty.”
My fingers curled into his coarse dark hair and I ached for his kiss as I said, “I’ll dress appropriately. My sister Nicole runs a blog on green living, green choices, green lifestyle and she gets clothes donated to her. I have some things that she gave me in a bag already, so I’ll just take those.”
His face somehow seemed calmer and more boyish when he said, “You’d be pretty in colors. Let’s go to bed.”
Pretty had never been my thing. It was more Ridley’s and Olivia’s hobby. I scooted out from under him and for one second imagined his huge naked body as he pounded in mine.
He’d be so different than Ford, my last ex. He’d been skinny. And not at all interested in how I felt. With him, I’d just wanted it to finish, and not think about sex.
At the same time, my body tightened. If I was Jacob’s, I’d get attached to him. It might be too late already, but I needed to sort out my feelings. When he stood and placed his arms around me, my heart beat wildly as I said, “You promised one more day.”
He didn’t twitch at all as he said, “Oh, I’ll keep my word. But that doesn’t mean we can’t play a little.”
I trembled but didn’t pull away. His touch was magnetic. “This sounds like playing with fire.”
He came closer and his nearness made my own body turn into mush. “It is, a little. But you need to learn to trust me. I’ll stop when you say the word.”
Adrenaline coursed through me as I wondered if I could trust him. I stared at his square jaw and my lips tingled, but I said, “Just like that, from one word.”
He came closer and my skin was alive and aching for his lips on mine, as he said, “Absolutely no vaginal intercourse without you specifically asking.”
Wow. The slight rumble of his chest when he let out a laugh sent a wave of desire through me, but I said again, “You’ll just stop.”
He whispered in my mouth and my eyes fluttered closed. “I’ll keep you virginal.”
“I’m not that.”
