Reunited for the Billionaire's Legacy(10)By: Jennifer Hayward
I’m not twenty-five anymore. An amazing body and a smart mouth don’t do it for me any longer.
Was that all she’d ever been to him?
She tilted her head back and looked up at him. “You didn’t mean what you said to Rory.”
His mouth compressed into a straight line. “Oh, but I did, Diana. I may still want you because you have an undeniably sweet body I could spend my life sinking myself into. But as for any emotion beyond that? History, sweetheart. You made sure of that.”
The hollow feeling that consumed her then was frightening in its intensity. She could not sign those papers tomorrow, could not step on that plane knowing that was what he thought of her. That she wasn’t any different from all of his other women. That what they had had meant nothing.
She moved closer until the tips of her breasts brushed against the fine material of his shirt and her hips were cradled in the wide breadth of his. His heat moved through her, reminding her just how good it felt to be held against him.
“What were those women to you?” she asked, tracing a finger over the groove at the side of his mouth that seemed to have grown deeper. “A salve for your embittered soul? A way to prove I meant so little to you?”
He captured her hand in his. “I just told you, Di, I’m over you. Don’t give yourself so much credit.”
But she could feel his arousal stirring to life against her. Feel the rigidness of his powerful body with every contact point it shared with hers. Sex had never just been about the physical between them—it had transcended that, branded them with a truth they couldn’t deny. And she wanted it. Now. Then she could walk away.
She ran her free hand up the hard muscles of his thigh until she found the essence of his virility. His rough intake of breath sent a surge of satisfaction through her.
“What the hell are you doing?”
She lifted her gaze to his. “Maybe I came tonight for this. Maybe we should finish it like we started...”
Hot color stained his cheeks, the cords of his muscular neck standing out in stark definition. “I think that’s a bad idea.”
Her fingers traced the hard ridge of him along the zipper of his pants. His response was instantaneous, his flesh swelling beneath her touch. It set her blood on fire to prove she could still affect him like this.
He arched his hips to press himself into her hand. “This is just sex.”
She closed her fingers more firmly around him. “Whatever you say.”
“Diana.” His fingers captured her jaw, tilting her face up to his. “This means nothing. Know that if I take you now.”
But she saw the emotion raging in his eyes. Knew it from their navy blue color so dark now his pupils blended with their inky depths. He was lying.
She reached for his belt buckle. His big body tensed beneath her fingers and for a long excruciating moment, she thought he would reject her. Then he dropped his hands, his gaze sinking into hers.
“You want one more night, Di? I can do that.”
A wave of adrenaline rolled through her, so strong, so powerful she was incapable of resisting it. It was so wrong but so right to be with him like this, but the right was, oh, so much stronger. Her hands worked his belt out of the buckle and yanked it free. His zipper accommodated her downward movement with a sharp hiss that made her stomach clench. Then there was only his hard, hot flesh to rediscover. He was silk over iron power, thick and unforgiving, and he knew exactly how to use it.
His groan split the night air. “There is a party going on thirty feet away.”
She squeezed her fingers around his burgeoning flesh. “I thought you liked to walk on the wild side...”
“Not with people I pass on the street every day.”
But his protest was halfhearted. His back was to the railing, shielding him from the revelers. His body was tense, expectant beneath her fingers, his flesh responding to her touch, pulsing, growing under her caress until he lay erect against his abdomen.
If he didn’t touch her soon, she was going to scream.
A hand clamped over hers. His face when she looked up at him was full of such heated intent it stopped her heart in her chest. “You know I’m not a taker like that.”
She did. She knew what a thorough, giving, wildly erotic lover he was, and maybe that had been half the problem tonight. She wanted that—soul destroying or otherwise.