Seducing the Billionaire's Wife(25)

“Was this a recent decision?” All he had cared about when it came to Hannah was that she was single. But now… he worried that he’d interfered somehow and had pressured her into marrying him to save jobs. Which he had done, but… that hadn’t been what had gotten her to say yes. Though, he knew it softened her a little.

“About three years ago. I got tired of the on again/off again thing, and just hadn’t had time to get serious with anyone else.” She flicked her shell into the water. It skipped three times before sinking. “What about you?”

“Dated a lot, no one serious.” He flicked his shell, but it only skipped two times. Damn, she was always better than him at this. “Closest I got was to your old friend, Alexis George.”

“Oh. Ew.”

He laughed. “Most people would disagree with you.”

“Most people don’t know what a witch she is… er, was.” Hannah bent down and grabbed another shell. “I’m sure she changed from when I knew her.”

“Not really.”

“And you still went out with her?” This time, her shell skipped over the water four times. “That’s so wrong. I expected so much better of you.”

“She was easy—in that I didn’t have to explain my work schedule or expectations.”

“Oh.” Her forehead wrinkled. “Will you explain them to me?”

Drew had never explained his personal expectations to a woman. Alexis hadn’t been singular in that respect. The women he became involved with wanted to be wine, dined, and fucked. That was it.

In the past, it had been more than enough for him. He was able to keep his distance, and they never got clingy. Except for the ones who did… and those women were gently told not to call again.

By his secretary.

Oh, good God. He was an unmitigated asshole. He couldn’t be an asshole to Hannah.

“I expect for us to get to know one another,” he said.

“And have lots of sex.”

“You’re rather blunt, aren’t you?”

She pointed at herself. “Weaknesses: Hot guy. In a suit. My husband. No sex in three years. You do the math.”

“So you’re saying that you don’t need time to get to know me again?”

“I’m saying that I’m trying to be a lady.” She bit her lip, and then burst out laughing. “Oh my gosh, Drew. You should see the look on your face.”

The little witch. He scooped up a handful of water and threw it at her. She gasped, and then splashed him back, right in the face.

He blinked at her while drops of water fell from his lashes and nose.

“Oh no. Your white shirt’s getting all wet and see-through. Buttoned-up Drew won’t like that.”

Buttoned up? He’d show her buttoned up. He lunged at her and she let out a squeal, trying to run away from him. He caught her just in time and hauled her into his arms, marching to the water.

“Put me down, you caveman. There’s an eight-foot drop after this sandbar.”

“If you insist.” He made to drop her in the water, but she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his skin. “On second thought, I’m hot, too.”

He fell back into the water, on the edge of a sandbar, sinking to the bottom with Hannah in his arms. Sunlight filtered through and he watched as she smiled at him, then closed her eyes and kissed his lips. Bubbles sped toward the surface, and he kicked off from the bottom.

They resurfaced with a gasp, and suddenly, Hannah was kissing him again. Her fingers in his hair, her legs around his waist. He kissed her back. Hungry for her taste. Hungry to feel her body against his without all these damn clothes in the way.

They fell to the sand, mindless with passion. Hands and lips everywhere. This was madness. Foolish desire that could hurt her. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so insistent on their marriage being true in every sense of the word.

But to be with Hannah and not touch her likes this… he now knew how impossible that was. There was no way he could live with her for five years and never touch her.

It was laughable, really, and his own fault.

Sweet kisses pulled him out of his head. One of those little, erotic moans left her throat, and he grew hard. Cupping a breast, he teased her nipple with his thumb.

“Drew,” she sighed into his mouth.

Smiling, he lowered his forehead to hers and breathed deeply. Her fingers played in his hair as waves splashed over them, sand coated their skin, and the sun was bright behind his eyelids.

Neither of them spoke. There was no need. All he wanted to do was feel and enjoy this moment. A moment when they were Hannah and Drew. When he hadn’t married her out of necessity, but because he still harbored feelings for the girl who’d captured his heart years ago.