Mr. Arrogant: A Billionaire Romance (12 page)

“Jonathon, believe me, I wish I hadn’t come in when I did, too, but your father demanded it, and you and I both answer to him, so I wasn’t about to tell him no! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt you and your girlfriend, I just had to tell you-” She squeezed her eyes shut as tears threatened to spill out of them, and she pressed her full lips together.

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” he insisted adamantly.

“I walked in on you and your girlfriend and interrupted you at such a bad time!” she gritted her teeth in frustration.

Jonathon’s eyes grew wide and he shook his head vehemently. “Susan is not my girlfriend. She’s about the furthest thing from it! She wants to be, and that’s why she was here, but it’s never going to happen. She is a friend of the family and that’s all she is. There is nothing even remotely romantic going on between us!” he insisted.

His words softened the pain in her heart, but they didn’t erase the image in her mind of Susan with her arms wrapped around his neck. She bit her lip, trying to hold her emotions in check.

Jonathon watched Naomi, tormented in his heart over her, knowing that something was very wrong. His eyes searched her face, but she was closed off to him. She turned away from him, her eyes still shut as she tried to swallow her tears, but she drew in a sharp breath and when he heard it, it seized his heart, and he reached his hands out to her shoulders, grasping them firmly and turning her toward him.

She opened her eyes and a tear fell from each of them, rolling down her cheeks and betraying her emotion to him. He sighed and shook his head almost imperceptibly, and as he saw her sky blue eyes look up at him, he saw everything in her, and he could not hold himself back from her any longer.

Jonathon pulled her to him and lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her insistently as he held her tightly. Her eyes flew open wide for an instant, and she breathed in swiftly, but his lips moved over hers and pushed her mouth open, and when his tongue met hers, twisting and turning over it, she felt herself melt into his embrace, wanting nothing more than that moment with him and losing herself in it.

Her gasp became a soft sigh as electricity ignited all through her, and her arms found their way around his back to his shoulders. She let go of all of the anxiety in her, not sure at all what was happening between them, and positive that whatever it was, she didn’t want to change it. She held him close, and as their kiss began to heat up, he paused a moment and looked down at her, his words strained with emotion and need.

“Naomi…” he breathed softly on her cheek as he held her tight, “I mean it this time. I’m not going to apologize to you for this. I want this with you… more than you know… and if you don’t want it, this is your chance to stop it. If you kiss me now, I’m not letting you out of this room until I have explored every part of you that I’ve dreamed about so many times. If you want to leave, do it right now.” His arms around her loosened and he moved his body back from hers ever so slightly, and looked at her.

His heart was beating so fast she could hear it in his breath. She could not move or think; she could barely breathe, and somewhere in the back of her mind there was the hollow echo of the voice of reason. All she could see was his beautiful face so near hers, his hungry eyes held to hers, and his arms around her. His s hands on her waist were tight and inviting, and she felt herself shaking her head just a little, and lifting her chin to bring her mouth to his.

“I want this too.” She whispered, pressing her lips and kissing him softly, folding her arms back around his neck. She couldn’t believe that it was happening with him. It seemed so surreal that he could want her as he did, and with as much intensity as he did, but she felt the hunger in him as he kissed her, and she felt just how powerful was the need that he was holding back.

Nothing in her life had ever pulled her to another man with the same magnetic desire that she felt for him, and she had never wanted anyone more. The few remaining thoughts in the back of her mind that might have made her hesitate, seemed to disappear like a cool morning mist beneath the blaze of the hot sun, and she gave herself over to the passion that had begun to consume her body and make it ache for him.

His heart and mind were stopped for a moment as she returned his embrace and fervent kisses, and he felt himself stunned by the realization that she wanted him back; and not only did she want him, but she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

Her fingers tightened on his shoulders and the grip made everything in him tense with equaled desire. . His mouth moved over hers with an increasing urgency as his hands closed tightly on her hips and his fingers curled into the material of her dress, clutching it as he pulled her even closer to him.

Her breath caught and she felt such a wave of passion welling up in her that she was overcome by it, and she had to break their heated kiss, dropping her face onto his chest and pressing her cheek against it.

Jonathon, his breath rapid and shallow, looked down at the top of her head and closed his eyes a moment, trying to find some kind of center in the passion he was reeling in, but the desire in him for her was building swiftly, burning through him, and he could not hold it back any longer. Jonathon pulled her over to the deeply cushioned sofa in his office and turned to face her. She felt her heart racing, knowing that they probably should not be going any further than they had, and not caring at all. She wanted him; all of him, with parts of her body and soul that she had never even felt before.

Naomi reached her hands up to his tie and slid it off of his neck, amazed at her boldness, and yet not so startled by it that she stopped. She began to unbutton his shirt, and as each button opened, revealing his bare skin below, she leaned in close to him, kissing his chest softly and sensually, brushing her lips across him like an artist with a brush. She tasted him as her mouth moved over him, sucking gently as she kissed.

He let her kiss him, heady with the intoxicating feel of her desire for him, his heart pounding and his breath shallow, until it overwhelmed him. He lifted her chin to kiss her mouth and drink her in. She pulled his shirt from him and moments later his pants were lying beside the shirt on his office floor.

Jonathon’s hands moved over her hips, pressing her to his hardened body before he drew them downward to the hem of her sweater dress, and sliding his fingers beneath the material, he pulled it from her, sliding it off of her and leaving her before him in her lacy bra and panties.

He stared at her as she stood there, his eyes moving over every part of her, his fingers trailing along her skin and over thin lace, in the wake of his gaze as his breath grew ever shorter. She had never felt more alive than she did as he caressed her, as he learned her lines and curves, touching her like she was the most precious thing he had ever laid his hands on before.

Jonathon drew near her, his mouth close to her neck and her cheek; she could feel his breath warming her skin and the anticipation of feeling his lips on her made her tingle as she closed her eyes. He teased her a little, and with the lightest touch he brushed his soft lips down her throat to the hollow of her neck where he kissed her long and slow, making her gasp softly.

She felt the tips of his fingers slide beneath the straps of her bra and slowly slip them off of her shoulders, letting them drop lightly onto his hands as his mouth moved downward, kissing and gently sucking at the soft fleshy curve of her upper breasts. She lifted her chin and closed her eyes, slipping her fingers into his dark hair, trying to breathe steadily as he pulled her bra off of her and filled his hand with her breast.

Even in her dreams she had not imagined how exhilarating it would feel when he took her hardened nipple into his lips and teeth, running the tip of his tongue around it as he began to suck and bite gently at it. Her breath escaped her and she curled her fingers in his hair tightly as waves of desire ignited in every part of her.

“Jonathon….” She breathed his name softly, her lips parted as she clung to him.

His mouth and hands moved between her breasts, and then he lowered her back onto the sofa and his hungry kisses tasted every inch of her breasts, her ribs, and her belly. He took his time going lower and lower on her until he reached the hem of her lace panties, and he pulled them from her body, his eyes intent on her as he smoothed his hands down her thighs and gently pushed them apart, leaving tiny kisses and nibbles all along a trail that led to her core.

She shut her eyes and tried to steady her breathing as his teasing kisses drove her wild with need, waiting for him to reach the place where she wanted to feel him more than anything. The moment his mouth reached her, she drew in her breath sharply and began to pant. He traced the tip of his tongue gradually up and down her tender folds of skin, wetting her and taunting her with pleasure felt, and pleasure to come.

Only after long moments of moving along the outside of her, did he slide his tongue into her, making her arch her back and cry out softly as he tasted her deeply and deftly, twisting his tongue in her so well that she felt her stomach and thighs tighten, and her panting grew shorter and shallower as heat pooled in her and she turned her head back and forth, dizzy with the intensity of him savoring her.

Naomi felt the momentum in her build sharply, and she could not hold back her breathless orgasm as he overwhelmed her body. She gasped and clutched at him, coming hard and long, and as she began to breathe again when her body started to calm, he lifted his face and looked at her, reaching his hand to her chest and drawing it down her torso to her belly, before sliding his fingers into her and manipulating her firmly.

“Again…” he said in a low voice, “Come again for me. I want to taste more of you.”

He moved his hand over her and she shuddered and began to move her hips against his fingers, and then against his mouth as he withdrew his hand and thrust his tongue back into her once more. She could not help but move her body against his mouth, wanting more, feeling more, saturated in pleasure as she felt the tidal wave rising in her again, and it came crashing through her as she came once more, and he moaned, drinking her in until she was still and breathless once more, weak with bliss.

Rising up above her, he moved in between her thighs and she felt his erection against her for the first time. It was throbbing, hot with need, and Jonathon brought her breasts into his mouth again as he began to move himself against the outside of her body, teasing her just a little more until he released her breasts from his lips and teeth and looked into her eyes, pausing for a moment to really take her in.

“I’ve wanted this with you more than I have ever wanted it with anyone. You fascinate me and I cannot pretend that I don’t want this any longer. I have to have you…” he whispered as he leaned down and kissed her full lips gently. His kiss deepened and as he moved his mouth over hers, she suddenly felt him filling her, inch by inch, until he was fully inside of her, and fire spread all through her body, burning her with desire and passion as she lifted her hips to meet his, bringing him just a little deeper into her.

They began to move in tandem, their bodies hard and heated, their need growing stronger with every thrust he made into her, reaching depths in her that no one ever had, making her cry out as she arched herself against him. Their cadence became swifter and harder, and the two of them wrestled breathlessly with each other, moving as one until they moaned and shuddered in overpowering ecstasy.

He rested his forehead against her shoulder, breathing hard as everything in him began to slow down. She slowly caught her breath and she closed her eyes, smiling as the full realization of what had happened between them came to her.

Naomi giggled quietly. “I can’t believe we did that…” she said softly. Then she opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him.

He raised his brows a little. “You can’t? You stayed… I gave you an out…” he said hesitantly.

Her smile widened. “I didn’t want an out.” She paused a moment and bit her lower lip and then looked up at him through her thick dark eyelashes. “I wanted that with you; I just didn’t think you wanted it with me.”

Understanding lit in Jonathon’s eyes and he smiled and chuckled. “Oh Naomi… I’ve wanted this with you for a while, but I was trying so hard to keep it simple between us, and all the while it was driving me crazy, wanting you like I have. You have no idea how tempting you can be… just… being near me.” He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her sensually and softly, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him in return.

When he lifted his mouth from hers, he looked down at her and reached his hand to her face. He gently stroked her cheek with his finger and kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, and then finally her mouth again, before looking at her and shaking his head.

“The question now is, what will happen with us. I’ll tell you right now, I have not gotten my fill of you at all. I thought I wanted you before… but now…” he drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, “now I’m beginning to see that I’m just not going to be able to get enough of you. I had no idea it would be like that with you.” He leaned down and kissed her softly again.

She smiled and hugged him to her, kissing his lips, and then his cheek. “I feel the same way.” She told him, relieved that she could at last be honest with herself and with him. “I wanted this too, so much, and I just told myself over and over again that I could never have it, and I believed it, but now… now everything feels so right, and so good.”