Seducing the Billionaire's Wife(15)
Or if she ever had stopped loving him.
The heart wants what the heart wants. The old saying whispered in her mind.
“We only have to stay married for five years,” he said, breaking into her thoughts. “After that, you can do what you want, and I’ll make sure you’re compensated for your time.”
“You’ll compensate me for five years of marriage?” Her mind whirled.
His mouth thinned. “Name your price, but I do need to keep the majority of my earnings, and you can’t have Montgomery Industry.”
“I’m not calculating.” Pushing her chair back, she stood and began to pace. “I’m trying to figure everything out. You come here out of nowhere, buy a freaking resort, and then ask—Oh, I’m sorry, not ask—you tell me that you’re here for me, but only as a temporary fix to your problem.”
“It’s not a temporary fix. Only the marriage will be,” he said evenly.
“How is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“Again, Hannah, thousands will lose their job if you don’t agree.”
She froze. The truth of his statement hit her hard. She couldn’t be responsible for anyone losing a job. Drew had no right to put that kind of pressure on her.
“Thousands, sweetheart. Men and women with families, with medical bills, mortgages, and college tuition to pay.”
“Stop saying that.”
“It’s true.” He stood, crossing the small distance between them and taking her hands in his. “I’ll give you this resort as a wedding present. In fact, I’ll tear up the IOU.”
“Drew,” she began with a thick sigh, “I don’t want your money.”
“I know you don’t. It’s one of the reasons why I want you so bad.”
She gazed up into his handsome face, her heart slamming against her chest. “What are the others?”
A wicked smile covered his face. “For starters?”
Nodding, she said, “Yes.”
“I still remember the way you taste.”
Taking a step back, she began, “Our marriage,” triumph gleamed in his eyes, but she rushed on before he could speak, “wouldn’t be in name only?”
“Would you want to stay celibate for five years?”
She gave him a half-hearted smile. “Does three years count?”
He muttered a curse. “I want you in my bed, and I promise to be faithful.”
Her pulse sped up. “What about me? Don’t you want me to promise to be faithful, too?”
Running a finger down the side of her neck, he dipped his head. “No need. I already know you’d be faithful.”
Butterflies fluttered in her stomach at his compliment. “That’s so sweet.”
“I’ll keep you so damn satisfied that there won’t be a need for you to take a lover.”
She made a face. “Oh, good Lord,” she muttered.
He hooked a finger under her chin and lifted. Dipping his head, he brushed the lightest of kisses against her mouth. “So damn sweet.”
Lightheaded, she swayed toward him. “Drew.”
He crushed his mouth to hers, sweeping his tongue inside. It felt as though he was claiming her, as though he was marking her as his, and she hadn’t agreed to anything.
She clutched at the lapels of his suit jacket, her fingers curling inward. All she could do as he ravaged her mouth was hold on and on, and kiss him back. Curl her tongue around his while whimpers that she couldn’t contain broke free.
One hand slid around her head and then down a little, to cradle her neck, while the other swept down her back, molding her against him. Wanting him closer, she pressed herself against him and let go of his jacket. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts flattening against his chest. Her nipples hardened.
Yet, as turned on as she was by him, all she could think was this was Drew. Her one and only. The man who she’d compared every potential date, every potential boyfriend to over the years. Every single one of them came up short.
Drew broke their kiss and worked his way down her throat, nuzzling and biting along the way, and then back up again to find her ear. He bit the delicate skin there, his tongue and teeth working together to drive her insane with need.
His hand moved from her lower back, traveling upward to cup a breast. He rubbed the tip of her hard nipple over the starch crispness of her maid’s uniform.
Suddenly, the earth moved or tilted or something happened, because the next thing she knew, Drew had her straddling his lap and her dress was hiked almost up to her waist. She bore down on his erection as he thrust up. Her head fell back and this time, he grabbed her hips, moving her back and forth. The delicious friction made her body shudder.