Bought for Love(6)
The soft whimper that escaped her lips broke my restraint and my tongue delved inside the warmth of her mouth. I meant to be in control, but the willingness as I plundered the sweetness that was all Emily broke my good intentions. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pressed my body against hers and kissed her until she broke away, panting.
Her eyes were wide as she looked up at me nervously. “I should probably be getting back home.”
That was the last thing I wanted, but I forced myself to nod. My cock strained against my pants, and I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. “Emily? Forgive me if I startled you.” But be glad I didn’t toss you down on the floor and give in to what I really wanted to do. She was definitely not ready for me.
“You didn’t.” Her voice was breathless as she answered and I found her even more adorable. “I’ve just never been kissed like that.”
The embarrassed smile on her face told me that she enjoyed it, but also that I needed to take my time seducing her. The things I planned to do with that mouth… Being a businessman, I knew when to press forward and when to hold back. This was one of those times to retreat. Winning her trust would be worth the wait, and there was always someone I could call to fulfill my needs until she was ready.
“I hope you’ll allow me to do it again someday.” At her answering smile, I pulled her closer and kissed her forehead gently. She was definitely going to be worth the wait.
With ease, I turned the vessel back toward the dock and enjoyed the compatible silence as I steered. Watching the enjoyment in her eyes during our journey was oddly fulfilling. She deserved to be seduced, and I planned on making sure she was. Helping her off the boat, we walked hand in hand back to the waiting car. I hadn’t ever held hands with a woman. Even in high school, the girls had known what I was about, so this was a different experience for me.
We rode to her house and pulled up in front of a dilapidated building. I couldn’t imagine my future wife living in a place like this, not to mention the dangers in the neighborhood. Something would have to be done about it, and soon. My reasoning told me she wouldn’t be pleased if I spoke about her living conditions, so I quickly tried to come up with a logical way of changing her address.
“You mentioned that your sister worked at the homeless shelter.” She’d pointed out the location as we drove by and I was appalled. “Would the two of you be interested in helping me open a new center?” The perfect property came to mind and this seemed like the opportunity to put it to use.
“What kind of new center?” Her face lit up with that enchanting smile again and I tried to think quickly.
“I’ve been considering a back to work program for those down on their luck. Unfortunately, I don’t have experience in running a business based on social programs.” In truth, my brother had brought the idea up during a family gathering. He was a bleeding heart liberal while I considered myself a Republican. For once, his charitable mindset would work toward my advantage.
“I know Kim would be ecstatic, and I’d help as much as I could.” Obviously, the idea had merit to her. The building really was of no use to me, and a non-profit would be a huge building block in my future campaign.
“Why don’t you speak with her and let me know when a good time to meet would be?” She had no idea how quickly I was working my way into her life, but if her sister accepted, and she’d be a fool not to, I was doing just that. The center would come with the requirement that they occupied the top floor as a residence. Yes, I was a genius.
“I will, Jack. Thank you so much for an incredible night.” I walked her up to the front door of her building, trying not to make a face. My driver was armed and I knew he could take care of any problems that arose, but she would be here alone. I wasn’t liking that at all.
She stopped at the door, obviously not sure if I planned on walking her upstairs. In time she would learn. Smiling, I held it open for her and motioned with my hand for her to lead the way. We entered an elevator in sad need of repairs. I never considered myself a squeamish person, but I had big worries that the thing would break down any moment. “The landlord really needs to service this.” We stepped off and I followed her down a dimly lit hall.
Definitely not where I’d allow her to live. She opened up her front door, and I noted the lack of security. I wanted to lift her into my arms and take her away from this place. How she hadn’t been robbed, or worse raped, by now was a damn miracle. I bit my tongue as she turned to face me.
“Thank you again, Jack.” She looked so nervous that I didn’t invite myself in.