Beneath This Man (40 page)

I shrink a little under his stern tone. ‘Sorry.’ I sound grumpy, but it’s the truth. They could be thinking anything, how would he know?

‘Please try and show a bit more willingness.’ He shifts his grip on my jaw and cups my cheek. ‘I want you to enjoy yourself.’

His beseeching face makes me want to slap my loser arse all over the bar. He’s spent God only knows how much money on a stunning gown and dresses for me and this is a special night for him. I’m such an ungrateful cow. I crawl across to straddle his lap. He, of course, doesn’t give a shit that my legs are wrapped tightly around his waist and we are sat at the bar.

‘Forgive me?’ I bite his bottom lip cheekily and circle his nose with mine.

‘You’re adorable when you sulk.’ he sighs.

‘You’re adorable all of the time.’ I toss back at him and seal our lips together. ‘Take me home.’ I say into his mouth.

He moans. ‘Deal. Up you get.’ He stands with me, and I release my thighs iron grip of his hips.

‘Oh no!’ I exclaim.

‘What?’ He looks at me worriedly.

‘I’ve got to get some whiskey for Clive.’

‘Have you?’ His brow furrows ‘Why?’

‘It’s my peace offering. Can we stop somewhere on the way home?’

He rolls his eyes and takes my hand. ‘Clive’s earned well out of this and he didn’t even fulfil his brief.’ Jesse starts walking us out of The Manor. I throw a little wave at Mario and Pete, and they return the gesture.

‘How much did you pay him?’ I ask.

‘Not enough for him to do the job properly.’ He flicks an accusing eye at me, and I grin, encouraging Jesse’s roguish one to appear. ‘Don’t look at me like that when I’m in no position to take you, Ava. Get in the car.’

I gasp at his shamelessness. ‘What about my car?’ I look over at my Mini.

‘I’ll get one of the staff to drop it off.’ He dismisses my concern and guides me down onto the passenger seat.

I’m relieved when we finally get back to
Lusso
. It would seem that Clive has unusual and very expensive taste in whiskey. We finally found the specific Glenmorangie Clive requested in a specialist off license in Mayfair and there was almost a disagreement about who was paying for it. Jesse eventually backed down. He sulked like a schoolboy, but he backed down.

‘Clive, Glenmorangie Port Wood Finish.’ I hand him the bottle.

His eyes light up like Christmas as he takes the bottle and runs his palm over the label. ‘I can’t believe you found some. I thought you could only get it on-line.’

I look at him in disbelief and it’s hard not to notice Jesse’s incredulous look. We’ve trailed three supermarkets and two off licenses trying to find that damn bottle, and all along he knew how difficult it is to get hold of? I leave Clive caressing his bottle of whiskey and board the elevator with Jesse.

‘You should have got the cheeky bastard a supermarket special.’ he grumbles irritably as he punches in the code. I notice it still hasn’t changed, but I’m not reminding him again.

‘Will Cathy be here still?’ I ask. I hope not. I want to crawl inside Jesse and stay put for a while, but after our unexpected trip around London in search of the elusive whiskey, we haven’t got as much time as I would have hoped. I know that is the cause of Jesse’s downturn in mood.

‘No, I told her to get off as soon as she’s done.’ he answers shortly. He’s really grumpy.

We enter the foyer to the penthouse and Jesse balances my bags as he negotiates the key in the lock. He opens the door and I follow him in before taking the bags from him.

‘What are you doing?’ he asks on a furrowed brow.

‘I’m taking these upstairs to the spare room. You can’t see my dress.’ I make my way to the stairs.

‘Put them in our room.’ he shouts after me.

Our room? ‘No can do.’ I call, disappearing into my favourite spare bedroom.

I immediately unpack my dress from the suit bag and hang it on the back of the door. I sigh and stand back to get the full view. He’s either going to come on the spot or disintegrate on the spot.

I set about unpacking my corset, shoes and bag and leave the other dresses until later. I hear a small knock at the door. ‘Don’t come in!’ I blurt and run to the door, opening it slightly. I find a smirking Jesse with his hands shoved in his pockets.

‘Are we getting married?’ he asks.

‘I want it to be a surprise.’ I wave him away. ‘I need to paint my nails. Go.’ He wanted willing, so he better not complain.

He holds his hands up. ‘Fine, I’ll wait for you in the bath. Don’t be long, I’ve already lost an hour searching for fucking whiskey.’ he grumbles, walking off across the landing.

I shut the door and retrieve my make-up bag from my handbag, finding the post that Clive handed me this morning. I put it on the chest near the door before settling on the bed to prep and preen.

I walk into the bathroom to find Jesse submerged in bubbly water with a disgusted look on his face. I pull my dress over my head and remove my bra and knickers, his expression changing from affronted to approving as I climb in the bath.

‘Where have you been?’

‘I was waiting for my nails to dry.’ I settle between his legs and lay back against his firm chest.

He hums happily and tangles our legs together, wrapping his arms around me and sinking his nose into my hair. ‘That’s two hours I’ve lost with you that I’m not going to get back.’ he mutters sullenly. ‘No more painting nails and hunting down scarce whiskey.’

‘Okay.’ I agree. I know where I would rather be. ‘Oh, I forgot. Clive gave me some post for you this morning. I shoved it in my bag and forgot about it. Sorry.’

‘No problem.’ He dismisses my concern. ‘I love, love, love you wet and sliding all over me.’ He palms my boobs and bites my neck. ‘Tomorrow, we stay in bed all day long.’

I smile to myself, silently wishing we could do exactly that right now, but then I feel his heart beating against my back and it has me thinking about his beating heart comment. ‘What was the first thing you thought when you saw me?’ I ask.

He’s silent for a few moments. ‘Mine.’ he growls and bites my ear.

I squirm above him laughing. ‘You didn’t!’

‘I fucking did, and now you are.’ He turns my face to his and kisses me gently. ‘I love you.’

‘I know you do. Did it ever occur to you to ask me to dinner instead of stalking me, asking inappropriate questions and cornering me in one of your torture chambers?’

He glances away thoughtfully. ‘No, it didn’t. I wasn’t thinking straight. You made me crazy confused.’ He shakes his head.

‘Confused about what?’

‘I don’t know. You triggered something in me. It was very disturbing.’ He leans back and I rest my head back again.

Triggered what? A heartbeat? I would think that a strange statement, but he triggered something in me too and that was also very disturbing. ‘You gave me a flower.’ I say quietly.

‘Yeah, I was trying to be a gentleman.’

I smile. ‘So the next time you saw me, you asked me how loud I would scream when you fuck me?’

‘Mouth, Ava.’ He laughs. ‘I didn’t know what to do. I only usually have to smile to get what I want.’

‘You should have tried to be less arrogant.’ I don’t relish the thought of Jesse smiling and getting what he wants. How many women has he
smiled
at?

‘Maybe. Tell me what you thought.’ He nudges me, and I smile to myself. We could be here a very long time. ‘Tell me.’ he presses impatiently.

‘What, so your head can swell further?’ I scoff, earning myself a dig in the hip. I jerk sending water flying over the edge of the bath. ‘Stop!’

‘Tell me, I want to know.’

I take a deep breath. ‘I nearly passed out,’ I admit unashamedly ‘And then you kissed me. Why did you kiss me?’ I ask in disbelief, performing a little shudder.

‘I don’t know. It just happened. You nearly passed out?’ he asks. I can’t see his face, but I would put my life on the likelihood of his roguish grin being firmly fixed on his lush face.

I crane my head back. Yes, as I thought. I roll my eyes. ‘I thought you were an arrogant arse, with your touching, tactless comments and inappropriate manners. But I was so affected by you.’ I still can’t believe how blind I was to my surroundings and Jesse’s clues that suggested The Manor wasn’t a hotel at all. I was too wrapped up in fighting off the unwanted reactions I was having to him – then giving in, then fighting again.

He starts circling my nipples with his fingertips. ‘I needed to keep touching you to see if I was imagining things.’

‘What things?’

‘My whole body buzzed every time I laid a finger on you. It still does.’

‘Me too.’ I agree quietly. It’s the most incredible feeling. ‘Do you realise the effect you have on women?’ I spread my palms over the tops of his thighs.

‘Is it similar to the one you have on me?’ He laces his fingers through mine. ‘Do they stop breathing for a few seconds every time they see me?’ He presses his lips onto my temple and inhales deeply. ‘Do they want to keep me in a glass box so nothing and no one can hurt me?’

I almost stop breathing.

He sighs heavily, and I rise and fall on his chest ‘Do they think their life would be over if I wasn’t here?’ he finishes softly.

Tears jump into my eyes and I struggle to catch my breath. Okay, the first one for sure, but the other two I think are probably reserved only for me. They are pretty strong words, considering we’ve known each other for a month. At the beginning, I thought he was after one thing and one thing only, but his behaviour soon told me otherwise, even if I did ignore it. This man was relentless, and now I’m so thankful he was. His business and drink issue are irrelevant now. He’s still Jesse and he is still mine.

I turn myself over to my front and slide up his chest, his eyes following mine until they are level with his. ‘You stole my lines.’ I say softly. I need him to know that he isn’t the only one in this relationship who feels unbelievably possessive and protective. It’s crazy, this big domineering man, who has completely and utterly taken me, who has me surrendering to him without question or without much doubt. I’ve given him the power to completely destroy me. He’s as important to me as I know I am to him. It just is. ‘I love you so much.’ I say firmly. ‘You have to promise me that
you’ll
never leave
me
.’

He scoffs. ‘Baby, you’re stuck with me forever.’

‘Good. Kiss me.’

‘Are you making demands?’ His lips twitch, his eyes twinkle.

‘Yes. Kiss me.’

He parts his lips in invitation as his closes the gap between our mouths. I lose myself in him. I wish we didn’t have to go anywhere. I savour the heat of his minty breath and meet his circling tongue with equal sentiment as he slides his palms all over my wet back.

‘I know it would make you very happy to stay here all night, but we need to think about getting a move on.’ He palms by bum and pulls upward so I slide higher and he has access to my neck.

‘Let’s stay.’ I plead unreasonably. I slide back down and catch a perfect rub of him against my entrance.

He sucks in a sharp breath. ‘Oh, you have to let me out because if I stay, we’ll be going nowhere.’ He kisses me urgently and pushes me up so I’m sat on my heels in front of him.

‘Stay then.’ I pout, pushing against him, wrapping my arms around his neck and sitting myself on his lap. He makes a poor effort to stop me. ‘I want to mark you.’ I grin and latch on to his pec with my lips.

He groans and lays back. ‘Ava, we’ll be late.’ he says with zero concern. I clamp my teeth around his flesh and suck. ‘Fuck, I can’t say no to you.’ he moans, lifting me to position himself underneath me.

He lets me sink down on a united sigh, and I clamp down a little harder with my teeth, starting to work myself into a slow, controlled rhythm, up and down. He circles my waist with his palms and lifts and lowers me onto his body in time to my set tempo.

‘Let me see your face.’ he demands. I release my bite and kiss it, before bringing my head up to his level. ‘Better.’ He smiles.

I liquefy all over him, brushing his wet hair from his forehead and threading my fingers at the back of his head. Our movements remain synchronised as water laps around us and we watch each other closely, the pressure in my groin simmering gently until he flicks his hips up suddenly and my hands fly out to grip the edge of the bath. My cheeks puff out and he smirks at me before repeating the move.

‘Again.’ I demand impulsively as the rush of my imminent climax hurdles forward. I cry out and throw my head back when he complies. One hand shifts from my waist and drifts upwards until his palm rests on my neck.

‘More?’ he asks on a low husk.

My head falls back down. ‘Yes.’ I manage to gasp the word before he snaps his hips up. I close my eyes.

‘Eyes, baby.’ he warns gently, sliding his hand back down my front to my waist.

I open my eyes, finding Jesse’s jaw tensed, his neck veins bulging. I’m lifted again and brought down to meet his rising hips. I cry out, fighting the impulse to close my eyes.

‘Does that feel good?’ he asks, rewarding me with another flick of his hips.

‘Yes!’ My knuckles whiten from my fierce grip on the bath.

‘Don’t come, Ava. I’m not ready.’

I concentrate on controlling the climax pushing forward, Jesse’s steady, controlled movements not helping me in my attempts. His head falls back, but he keeps his eyes firmly on mine, lifting me, yanking me back down and grinding hard, time and time again. Together, we moan, my head becoming heavy from maintaining eye contact. I just want to throw it back and let go, but I’ve got to wait for the okay. I don’t know how much longer I can.

‘Good girl.’ he praises me, gripping my waist harder and guiding me around on his hips. ‘Can you feel me, Ava?’

‘You’re going to come.’ I gasp, feeling his cock expanding inside me.

He smiles. ‘Get your fingers around them nipples.’

I release the edge of the bath and pinch my nipples into stiffer nubs, rolling my fingers under his watchful eyes.

‘Harder, Ava.’ he demands, punishing me with another hard blow of his hips. I cry out, clamping down further, the stab of pains shooting straight down to my sex. ‘Harder!’ he shouts, digging his thumbs into my waist.