This Crazy Little Thing (A New Adult Billionaire Romance) (21 page)

“Oh?” she squeaked. Did he just say her name and love in the same sentence? “But what about Monica?”

“We had a long talk about grandmothers and nursing homes, electricians, car payments. We settled a lot of things, stuff that should’ve been settled a long time ago. She’s one hundred percent with us on this. She wants us together. She believes we’re perfect for each other.” He gathered her into his arms and she sighed. This had to be a dream! Jason Foxx couldn’t have just told her he wanted to be with her!

“What do you believe?” she asked, tipped her chin up to look at his face.

“I believe…that wishes come true.” He lowered his head slowly and her breath caught in her throat as she closed her eyes and awaited his kiss.

She didn’t have long to wait. His lips moved slowly over hers in a kiss that curled her toes and sent all kinds of giddy, happy emotions exploding throughout her body. As his tongue dipped inside her mouth, she thought she just might die right on the spot from too much excitement. Surely her pulse had to be up in the stratosphere somewhere. Her brain couldn’t be getting adequate oxygen. That could be the only reason for her feeling as if she was floating… Breaking the kiss, she looked down and realized her legs were not under her.

Cradled in Jason’s arms, she lifted her hands to his face. Her fingertip traced the lips that had only seconds ago been doing the most amazing things to hers. She could imagine them doing amazing things to other parts. “This is happening so quickly.”

He stopped before the couch and slowly lowered her onto it. “I can stop at any time. Tell me you don’t love me as I love you. Tell me you haven’t been suffering the same frustrations I have whenever we’ve been together and I’ll leave right now.”

“I can’t. I never believed in love at first sight…until I saw you. Some people might think I’m crazy, but I know I love you. I…want you.”

His response was a crushing kiss that curled her toes and set her blood ablaze. It was as if all the pent-up passion inside him had broken free. Now, as
Jane lay below him, it was pressing upon her in the form of a trembling, tense mass of all-male, all-sexy flesh. Anxious to feel all of his weight on top of her, Jane gripped his shirt in her fists and pulled him closer, closer, closer until his hips were nestled between her legs and his chest was grazing her breasts.

Their breaths mingled as their mouths joined, their tongues swirling and tasting in a wild dance. Jason’s hands slid up her hips and over her stomach before finding the swell of her breasts. They kneaded and caressed, pinched and squeezed, until
Jane could do nothing but moan.

The sound of her voice echoed inside her own mouth.

Jason broke the kiss but didn’t stop his thorough exploration, beginning at the base of her jaw and working down. Between licks and nips, he murmured her name, repeating it over and over as if he couldn’t hear it often enough.

His hands slipped inside the deep V of her T-shirt and fingertips tiptoed down the crest between her breasts. Thanks to the fact that she was wearing no bra, her nipples were readily available and he took advantage, tracing slow circles over first one then the other.

Jane couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so overcome by need and emotion and wanting and desperation. Every part of her trembled, from her feet to her eyelids, awaiting Jason’s very gentle, very thorough touch. And he clearly didn’t wish to disappoint. On his journey down her neck, he didn’t miss a fraction of an inch. When he sucked, she shivered. Goose bumps rose over her arms and chest. When his tongue swirled over her skin, leaving a path of cool, damp skin, she shuddered. Heat blazed through her body in waves, from the deepest parts of her body out to her fingertips and toes.

“I want to make love to you but I won’t if you want me to stop,” Jason said in a deep rumbly voice that made goose bumps rise up on top of goose bumps.

“Oh yes. Please do!” she said just before he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom.

Undressing
Jane was like unwrapping the most precious gift he’d ever received. Her wide-eyed gaze was focused on his face the entire time as he slowly removed first her oversized T-shirt and then her baggy sweatpants. Underneath the bulky, sloppy clothes, he found the most exquisite female body—soft, curvy, delicate. His need to have her burned so fiercely he feared he’d go too quick. This would be the first of a lifetime of nights spent lovemaking. He was determined to make it a night she’d remember forever.

He could tell already, as she looked up at him with round eyes and kiss-swollen lips, tonight would be the ultimate test of his self-control.

Keeping his clothes on would prevent things from escalating too quickly. He held himself over top of her with outstretched arms. His hips were strategically placed beside hers on the bed, rather than on top. If there was one thing he wouldn’t be able to endure it was another moment of that seductive grinding she’d performed in the living room.

Of course, her little moans and whimpers as he kissed her neck and shoulders were doing their damage to his fragile self-control. A powerful aphrodisiac, the sounds made blood rush straight to his groin. His erection was painfully engorged and his body demanded release, already.

When she reached down to stroke his crotch through his clothes, he quickly snatched her hand away. “Not yet, baby,” he told her in a soft voice before teasing a nipple with his tongue and teeth. In response, she arched her back, pushing her breasts higher into the air. When he flickered his tongue over the second taut bud, her gasp filled his ears.

She was so responsive, so sexy. It seemed his every touch, light or firm, upon arm, breast or stomach, made her quiver with delight. He delighted in watching her face as need and tension, love and adoration played over her features. When he slipped off her panties and caught the scent of her arousal, he almost lost all control. He wanted her so badly he could practically taste his need as it pulsed through his body.

Again, she reached for him, her hand brushing against his jeans where they hid the firm flesh that ached to be inside her and again he gently pushed her hand away. To further discourage her from touching him yet, he slid back, away from her. Then he lifted her knees and parted them, drinking in the sight of the wet curls covering her sex.

Drawn by the promise of sweet juices, he lowered his head and inhaled her scent. Intoxicating. Addictive. He couldn’t get enough. He inhaled several more times then took his first taste.

No sooner did his tongue make contact with her slick flesh than she cried out and squirmed. He stilled her with firm pressure on her pelvis and skirted her slit with his tongue. As expected, she tasted sweeter than any nectar. At that moment, he knew he could never get enough of her. His first taste was his undoing and he’d spend the rest of his life hungering for his next.

He felt her stomach muscles tighten under his right hand as he flickered his tongue over the most sensitive part of her, the tiny nub tucked in her folds. And when he pressed a finger inside as he continued to stimulate it, warm sweet juices coated it.

His erection was beyond discomfort now. He glanced up and saw the tension of her arousal on each of her features. Her mouth was drawn into a straight line. Her eyelids were clamped tightly. Shallow creases drew lines across her forehead.

“Make love to me,” she pleaded. “Just tell me I’ll be yours, for always.”

“It took me a lifetime to find you, including a couple of the most confusing, frustrating months of my life,” he said, sitting up and gathering her into his arms. “I’m not about to let you go now. Jane Brown,” he added, looking into her eyes, “you are everything I’ve ever wished for in a woman. Physically, mentally, emotionally. I was an idiot for not seeing that sooner. Will you forgive me?”

She grinned. “I suppose…if you let me see what’s under those clothes. Don’t you think you’ve made me wait long enough?”

“Probably.” He raised his arms, enjoying the way her gaze followed the hem of his shirt as she lifted it up over his stomach, chest and then shoulders.

She gasped. “My goodness! What you were hiding under there. I had no idea.”

Feeling a little wicked, he teased, “Just wait ‘til you see what’s under the
Jockeys.”

* * * * *

Jane had never even dreamed of sleeping with a guy who looked like Jason. Never, ever. Not even when she’d been a teenager. He was so perfect. Starting at the waist, he had sharply chiseled abs like the guys in underwear commercials, a developed chest that had to have taken eons and zillions of pushups and bench presses to shape…and his shoulders. Oh those shoulders! Having a weakness for wide, heavily muscled shoulders but never being this close to a set, she was in awe. There were bulges on top of bulges and they didn’t end there. They carried down his arms.

And when he moved those arms…she was in heaven! She wondered if she might have an orgasm just from the sight. Still wondering if she was dreaming again, she reached up and poked his chest with an index finger then said, “Pinch me.”

He pinched her forearm, just hard enough to sting.

She wasn’t sleeping.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?” she asked as she let her index finger follow the deep ridge between his pecs down the center of his stomach. It stopped at his pants waistband and she shuddered with expectation, staring at the bulge front and center behind his zipper. No doubt about it, he wasn’t kidding when he’d said wait until she saw what was in there!

A little bit of bravery and a lot of curiosity gave her the strength to unzip his trousers. And the steady throb between her legs was enough motivation to push them the rest of the way down his smooth-skinned, muscular legs.

The man was built like a god! And he wanted to be with her?

With his pants gone, the sheer size of the bulge in the front of his snug black cotton briefs was a little intimidating. But with a little gentle encouragement from Jason, she finally pulled the briefs down and took her first look at what was under them.

A huge lump formed in her throat. His shoulders weren’t the only…oversized…part of this man. It was the size of one of those dildos she and Lori saw at the sex-toy shop. She was grateful it wasn’t the size of the John Holmes model at least, but she still wondered if it would fit. Her experience being what it was—best labeled limited—she couldn’t be sure of anything.

“I have a silly question,” she said, feeling foolish.

“Sure.”

“Um…have you ever killed a woman with that?” she asked, pointing at his tool.

His laugh was a delightful blend of amusement and wicked promises. “Not literally,” he answered. “I promise if at any time you tell me to stop, I will. I don’t want it to be painful for you. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“That’s why I want to make sure you’re good and ready.” He pressed on her shoulders, easing her onto her back then gently parted her legs again. His fingers found all the right spots as they drew circles on the outside of her privates, plunged in and out, and otherwise drove her to near insanity.

The sounds of his voice as he whispered sweet promises to her, the scent of his skin, the feel of his hands on her, the tickle of his hair against her thighs as he lowered his head between them, and the taste of his kiss that still lingered in her mouth and on her lips all competed with each other for her attention. It was as if her brain couldn’t register it all at the same time.

At the same time, she felt her heart expanding, swelling from the gentle touches and loving words he lavished upon her. No man had ever made her feel so special, so treasured. She was the luckiest woman alive!

He got up, found his pants and produced a wrapped condom. Kneeling on the mattress, he said, “I’m going to make love to you now. If it hurts, tell me. I’ll go very slow.”

Her eyes closed, since she was unable to process so much sensory input, and dizzy from her uneven breathing, she waited.

His first touch was soft. He parted her outer lips and pressed his thick member against her tight flesh. Out of instinct, she flinched and tightened. But with some coaxing from Jason, both with words and gentle caresses, she was able to relax. Slowly, he slipped inside, inch by inch. He stopped when she was completely full, giving her the opportunity to enjoy the wonderful, new sensation.

“Are you okay?” he asked, sounding strained and breathless.

“More than okay.”

“I love you, Jane. I want this to be the most memorable, special day of your life.”

“Oh, believe me, it has been.”

She swore it could get no better than that, Jason’s arms wrapped around her, nuzzling her neck, his breathing quick puffs in her ear. But then he started moving
that
part, inside her, slowly withdrawing it until only a tiny portion, the very tip, was still inside and then pushing deep again.

“Oh…” she moaned as heat poured through her body, forming a thin coating of sweat over her stomach, back and chest. With each thrust the warmth increased a hundredfold, despite the cool draft chilling her damp skin, until she thrashed and cried out.

Jason held her head in his cupped hands, making her feel cherished and secure. Wanting him deep inside when she climaxed, she tilted her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, taking every wonderful inch she could.

As the first tingles of a once-in-a-lifetime climax spread up and out from her center, she heard him call out her name. Together, they rode the bliss of orgasm in each others’ arms. And when the intense explosions dimmed to little twitches,
Jane sighed, wrapped her legs around Jason’s hips and kissed his slick shoulder. Giddy, she rested her head on his chest, which was rising and falling rapidly, and said, “Wow, when can we do that again?”

He chuckled, the sound low and rumbly in her ear. “Give me a chance to recover and I’d be happy to oblige. But before we do any more bedroom gymnastics, my little kitten, we have a few things to talk about.”

“Oh? Like what?”

“For starters, what you think I should do with this.”

“This?” Confused, she lifted her head to see what
this
he was referring to.

Smiling, he held a small velvet box in his hand. “It seems on my most recent trip to
Italy I stumbled upon this little trinket which is in need of a female finger, size six, for a home. You don’t happen to wear a size six, do you?” With his free hand, he twined his fingers with hers and seemed to be studying their size.

“How’d you guess?”

“Trained eye.” He handed her the box. “Are you going to open it? And before you ask, no, it isn’t the diamond and ruby ring I gave Monica. I’m not that much of a schmuck.”

She chuckled. “I’d never call you a schmuck.” With a strategically placed thumb, she flipped the top open to reveal the most beautiful ring she’d ever seen. Set in silver-toned metal was a huge square-cut clear stone. Little diamonds surrounded all four sides. “Wow,” she said, muttering the only word she could summon up at the moment. The whole evening, from the moment she’d stepped outside, had been one surprise after another. It was almost more shocking than the morning she woke up in Monica’s bedroom.

“Do you like it? That’s a very rare diamond. And it’s set in platinum. It’s very old, one of a kind.”

“It’s the most beautiful gift someone has ever given me. I don’t know what to say.”

“How about yes?”

“You haven’t asked me a question yet. What would I be saying yes to?” she teased, knowing full well what he was implying.

“Let me do this properly then.” He slid from the bed and knelt beside it.

“Are you praying?”
Jane teased, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side. She wrapped a sheet around herself as she wiggled herself into position on the edge of the bed. Her face was flaming hot as she anticipated the moment she hadn’t dared dream would ever happen.

“Yes, I’m praying. For patience. I’m going to need a lot of it with you,” he teased back. Then with a smile, he plucked the ring from the box, took her hand in his and said, “
Jane Brown, would you make me the happiest man in the world by becoming my wife?”

“That depends,” she said, curling her finger so he couldn’t slip the ring on.

“On what?” he asked.

“On how you answer one question. Do you believe in wishes?”

He grinned. “Not only do I believe in wishes, but miracles, fairy godmothers and little green men in spaceships. There can be no other explanation for how I found you. But now that I have you I won’t live another day without you.”

“Excellent!” She uncurled her finger. “My answer is yes.” Her heart jumped in her chest as he pushed the ring up over her knuckle and tears burned her eyes. “Yes, Jason. I want to be your wife.” As he stood, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him, pressing her entire body against his. Tears of joy ran freely down her cheeks. Wishes did come true. And there had to be fairy godmothers, but the little green men? Now that one was a bit of a stretch. They kissed, and touched, and explored, and played, and made love, over and over until dawn tinted the eastern sky a brilliant shade of pink.

Content, exhausted, and excited, Jane lay in her rumpled bed and stared out the window, Jason’s soft snore like the most beautiful music in her ear.