Seducing the Billionaire's Wife(6)
“Try anyway.”
He did as she asked, pressing kisses so sweet to her mouth that she was pretty sure she’d have a toothache later.
“Let me in,” he whispered, his hands sinking into her hair.
She opened her mouth under his. Tentatively, at first. But then his tongue met hers, and she grew bolder. She followed his lead, did everything to him that he did to her, until he was groaning.
She slid her hands up his chest, touching him exactly how she always wanted, and looped her arms around his neck. One of his hands slid down her back, pressing her against him.
It was… amazing. Thrilling. Romantic.
The sun was setting. They were on an island, and the breeze blew in the scent of honeysuckle from the mainland.
How could a first kiss get any better than this?
Suddenly, he stopped, pressing his forehead against hers. She searched for his mouth again, but he turned away.
“Can’t. We have to stop. Shit.” He sounded as though he’d been running for miles. “I can’t keep this up.”
“I can,” she said. “You tell me what to do. Promise I’m a quick learner.”
He groaned and gently set her away from him. “That’s why I’m stopping.”
“But I don’t want to stop,” she cried.
Drew shook his head. “I don’t either, but I’m leaving in less than a week, Hannah. We probably won’t ever see each other again.”
“So?” That was exactly why they should keep kissing. Kissing Drew was a once-in-a-lifetime event.
“Hannah, I want to do more than kiss you.”
“Okay.”
“You’re so damn innocent.”
She rolled her eyes. “I know what sex is. Between my grandparents’ talks and tenth-grade biology, I got it covered.”
“That’s not what I meant.” He sat down in the sand. “Sex complicates things. You and I are not complicated. We’re easy.” He tilted his head to one side and looked at her. “Well, we were easy.”
“I’m very easy,” she said, plopping down beside him.
“Hannah.”
Rolling her eyes, she said, “Oh, shut up. You know what I mean.”
“I do, but other guys wouldn’t. Worse, I know what you mean, and I still want more.”
She rested her head on his shoulder. “I do, too.”
Taking her hand into his, he laced their fingers together. “I can’t give you what you want, Hannah. I’d rather remember us like this.”
“Don’t I get a say?”
“In this, no. I refuse to go any further.”
“How nice for you,” she grumbled, lifting her head.
He turned to her. “Please, Hannah. I’m trying to do the right thing. I’m trying to remember that you’re my friend, not just this beautiful girl on a deserted stretch of beach.”
Beautiful? “Can’t I be both?”
“No.”
“I’m so confused,” she lamented.
“I’m not.”
They sat there in silence, their hands still joined, as the sky became darker and darker. The tide rolled out, waves crashing on the shore further and further away. Their fishing poles still lay in the sand, crabs wandering to the tub of shrimp to claim their prize before scurrying away. Sideways, of course.
Finally, Drew spoke, “Thanks for putting up with me this summer.”
“You’re welcome. You weren’t an asshole the entire time.”
He laughed. “Good to know.”
“Thank you for my first kiss.”
“Don’t thank me.”
“But I want to. I’ve been waiting for a long time,” she said.
“To thank me?” he said, all cocky.
She punched him in the arm with her free hand. “Not going to miss that.”
“I’ll miss you, Hannah Miller.” Drew kissed her forehead, unlacing their hands and wrapping his strong arms around her. “I won’t ever forget you.”
Chapter Three
Ten years later
There was nothing Andrew Montgomery hated more than disappointing his father, especially when it came to business, but this—this new condition his dad just dumped on him was unacceptable.
“Married,” Drew repeated. “What does marriage have to do with taking over Montgomery Industry?”
“Plenty.” His dad smiled and picked up a cup of coffee. He took a sip and his time while Drew stewed.
“I’m all ears,” he said, eager to get this farce of a meeting over with.
“It’s simple, Andrew. If you want to control Montgomery Industry when I retire, then you have to get married.”
“You forgot the bit about staying married.”
His dad set the coffee cup down. “Five years is nothing in the grand scheme of things.”