The Millionaire's Intriguing Offer

In Too Deep

When he stepped through the doorway, the first thing Jonathon noticed was that she was already in his bed, her short, tousled hair on his pillow, and the rest of her under his comforter. The second thing he noticed was the little pile of clothes on his chair, including her underwear.

The thought that she was already naked shot straight through him in a hot stab of lust. This was crazy. It's not like he hadn't already had sex with her - multiple times - in Bimini. But the desire for her right now was every bit as intense as it had been that first time when, wet from her shower and smelling of the luxury body wash samples they stocked for guests, she'd dropped her towel in the hallway.

One day he'd have to get around to actually undressing her himself, but for now naked Bailey was absolutely fine.

The clothes - even the underwear - were carefully folded, which for some reason he couldn't explain made him want to get his hands on her even faster.

"Go ahead then," she said, sitting up and pushing the blanket down to her waist. "You said you wanted to be hands-on. What are you waiting for?"

He pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side. He couldn't get much harder than he was already, and for the first time in his adult life he wondered how long he'd be able to last.

Jonathon didn't fold his clothes carefully, as Bailey had. He stripped them off and dropped them, then slid into the bed next to her, knowing exactly what he wanted to do with his hands.

When instead of moving them quickly over her as his body urged him to do he traced the side of her jaw with his palm, turning her face toward him, the unexpected tenderness made her eyes go dreamy and her breath release in a long sigh. He moved his lips over hers then, softly, drawing out the slow kiss, still holding himself in rein, although the effort cost him.

He was already familiar with the touches that made her tremble, ways to move his hands over her body to please them both. He cupped her breasts, grazing his thumbs over her nipples, and she arched toward him, her head falling back to reveal the long, graceful line of her neck. She was just so fucking beautiful.

He reached over to the bedside table, opened the drawer and pulled out a condom, impatiently tearing the foil packet and sliding it on while she watched him, a sexy little smile on her face.

"You're not wasting any time," she said, and he realized she expected it to be quick.

She'd be wrong about that.

He pressed his lips to the little hollow above her shoulder and felt her pulse race.

"I like having you here in my bed."

"Umm." Her response was more like a sigh as he slid his hands down her sides, moved his mouth to capture an already hardened nipple between his lips. Her soft little moan almost undid him. He nipped her with his teeth then, and felt her jolt, then tremble when he laved the spot with his tongue, then traveled across smooth skin to her other breast. He took that nipple into his mouth as he tilted his chin up so he could watch her face.

Her eyes were bright now, her checks slightly flushed, her breath coming quickly. She gripped his butt with one hand, reaching for him with the other. He hadn't thought he could get any harder than he already was.

He caught both her wrists, stretched her arms up over her head, and she pulled against him, raising her eyebrows when he only tightened his grip.

"I thought it was going to be fast," Bailey said, her voice a little husky.

"Not yet," he told her, then flipped her over and straddled her, one hand still gripping both wrists.

"I want to touch you."