Distracting the Billionaire's Son (8 page)

The anger there startled me. I held my breath as he stroked
the soft skin. His knuckles brushed the curve of my breast and we both felt my
body shiver.

“Are you wearing your bathing suit?” he asked as if it were
the most natural thing for him to be asking me.

“Yes,” I said, breathless from the smallest contact. Why was
he touching me?
Please don’t let him stop.

“Let me see.” His voice sounded heavy, sun-tired, and I
obeyed because I wanted to, despite everything else. I lifted the hem of my
shirt and pulled it over my shoulders. When I went for the hem of my boy
shorts, his hands stopped me. “Let me.”

I nodded, lifted my hips as he took them down my thighs,
just like he’d done with my panties, slow and deliberate, as if he wanted to
make this quiet moment between us last as long as possible. My panties! I’d
completely forgotten them in his room! He smiled a little, the smallest, barest
of smiles, and I wondered if he could hear my thoughts or if he was remembering
this moment last night, too.

My bathing suit wasn’t much less revealing than my shirt and
shorts had been. It was a one piece, blue, with a slightly shinier blue pattern
of swirls extending from my hips up to just under my breasts, which were also
completely covered. His heavy lidded gaze fell down my body to where his hand
rested on my thigh. He slid it up to my hip and hesitated over my stomach. I
hesitated too, but at the last minute whispered, “No.”

“Why?” he said and lowered his lips to my shoulder. I
shivered when he kissed me there. “Why hide from me now? I want to see all of
you.”

I swallowed. He’d already told me
no
last night, told
me not to come back. What harm did it matter if I told him the truth now? It
wouldn’t change anything.

“No, you don’t. Trust me. It’s not…”

And is if on cue, she appeared sans life jacket in a tiny
yellow bikini with ties on both hips, a mere triangle of fabric between her and
the whole world. Her breasts, round and large, pushed the fabric to its
breaking point. She was beautiful, a flat, soft stomach marred only by a tattoo
of a series of three stars near her belly button. Jonah put a mile between us
in an instant, bored and disinterested as if nothing had happened.

“…that,” I finished, quiet enough for him to hear, though he
said nothing.

“There you both are, hiding up here like a couple of mice.
We forgot the cooler with the beer.”

“Eric and Nelson are underage. I left it behind on purpose.”
Jonah shrugged and moved over closer to me so she could stretch her thin, tan
body out for us both to see. She made my simple one piece look like something a
child would wear. Jonah watched her, and I watched Jonah, and all I wanted to
do was go home.

“What the hell, man, there’s no beer?” Cole appeared and my
hell was complete.

“No,” Jonah said sharply. “We aren’t staying long enough to
drink them anyway. I’m taking you all back in a few minutes.”

I stood up, got my sea legs under me this time. “I’m going
to go see what Eric and Nelson are doing.”

Cole dropped into the seat I’d vacated, but not before
grabbing me around the waist and pulling me into his lap where my ass fit
against his erection. “Mmm, that’s better.”

I gasped and strained with the flat of his hand pressed
across my stomach.
No!
Panic seized me down to my soul because, no one,
no one, no one touched me there! I struggled to free myself, which only
encouraged him. I had no memory of anyone but doctors touching me there, and
every cell in my body fought against his hold. Every part of me wanted to start
screaming like a lunatic. He’d only touched me for a handful of seconds before
Jonah was on his feet, fury darkening his green eyes.

“
Jessica
,” he commanded and my name on his lips
paralyzed me into stillness. “Come with me. Now. You’re driving.”

Cole released me and I struggled to my feet. Jonah held me
behind him before Cole could change his mind. Eva watched us, and I knew girls
enough to know that she had us figured out, and she was pissed.

Jonah took my hand and pulled me out of the front of the
boat and up a short flight of steps to where the driver’s seats were. Up here we
were partially hidden from the others, but we could hear Cole groan loudly and
swear about that “
fucking tease
.” Eva said something we couldn’t hear,
but it didn’t matter. I pressed myself against the wall of the tiny pilot booth
and waited for my heart to slow. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt
that level of panic. How could anyone stand to be touched? Not me. Not ever
again.

I slid to my butt and after Jonah closed the little door to
the booth, he fell to his knees and buried his hands in my hair, pulled me
against him. He was shaking ever so slightly, and instead of repulsing me, his
touch was comforting. So different than what I’d just felt.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” he whispered against my hair. He
kissed my head, my temple, my eyelids. “Jessica, it’s alright. He won’t ever
touch you again.”

It wasn’t alright, I wanted to say. But maybe it could be.

***

The sun and the salt water made me sleepy, and when Eva tied
Jonah up with boating questions designed, I’m positive, to keep him from
following me into the woods, I went alone anyway. I discovered Shannon curled
up in the cool, dark cabin, snoring softly, clearly exhausted, and decided that
was the best idea I’d heard yet. I crashed as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I woke late and Shannon was gone but she’d left a note to
join her when I was ready. I changed into black jeans and a black tank top and
took off at a jog up the path to the main house. The sun was setting and I was
starving. I hoped I hadn’t missed dinner because I was not going to ask the
French Chef for something to snack on.

Luckily I found Shannon, Henry, Cole, Jonah, Eric, Nelson
and the two littlest McCallisters in the breakfast room eating leftover burgers
and ribs from the bonfire. They shared a giant pitcher of wine. Jonah started
to stand when I came into the room, but Shannon beat him to it and flung
herself to me and wrapped her arms around me, careful not to get her BBQ
fingers in my hair.

“Jess! I feel like I haven’t seen you in days. Come join us.
Our chef had the night off and most everyone else went into town. We’re noshing
on leftovers. Hungry?”

“Starved. If it wasn’t made in a microwave, I’ll eat
anything.” I pulled up a chair across from Jonah but beside Shannon. Henry and
Cole stayed at the end of the line of tables they’d shoved together. I was grateful
Eva was not among them.

“Wine?” Shannon asked, filling a glass from the pitcher
before I could answer.

“Yes, please.” The liquor was warm and rich, like a dessert.
I thought maybe this could be a very dangerous treat.

“Jonah was just regaling us with tales of your boatmanship.”

“I think if the animation thing doesn’t work out, she’s got
a future of piracy ahead of her.” Jonah held his glass up and I leaned forward
and clinked rims with him.

“I had a good teacher.” I leaned back and shrugged at
Shannon who seemed to enjoy seeing her older brother so relaxed. “Besides,
piracy is kind of sexy, you know?”

“Oh yeah. You’d look hot in one of those tricorn hats.”

“You know I would.” We clinked glasses and Eric loaded up a
plate of food and sent it my way.

Between the good food, the company, and plenty of wine, the
group relaxed and paired off, with the four teenagers leaving to the deck under
the pretense of counting stars, to Sarah McCallister’s absolute pleasure. Cole
disappeared once Shannon found her way into Henry’s lap, and I was left licking
BBQ sauce from my fingers. Jonah got up from his chair and took Shannon’s place
beside me. He took my hand and caught a finger between his lips. His tongue was
velvety soft as he licked the sauce from my skin.

“Come to my cabin tonight.” He took a second finger into his
mouth and held my gaze with astonishing intensity. I didn’t look away, couldn’t
bear to.

“You told me never to come back,” I whispered. I was being
coy, we both knew I’d be there as soon as I could.

“I was foolish and wrong. If you don’t come to me, I’ll come
looking for you. Promise me.” He leaned forward, held my fingers between his.
“Don’t refuse me.”

I wanted to touch his hair, stroke his hard, unyielding face
until it was as soft as mine. Shannon and Henry were alone in their world, but
I couldn’t risk it and I didn’t think he’d want me to try. I nodded.

“I promise. I’ve never refused you, have I?”

He considered this while sipping his wine. Jonah reached for
the fruit plate, plucked the cherry from the ice, dipped it in his wine glass,
and leaned forward so his back blocked Henry and Shannon from me.

“Open your mouth, Jessica.”

I parted my lips, just enough for him to press the sweet
fruit between them to my tongue. I captured it between my teeth and sucked it
into my mouth. He watched my lips, mesmerized.

“You’re making me crazy,” he murmured. “You must know how
wrong this is.”

Shannon and Henry were kissing as if their very lives
depended upon the dexterity of Henry’s tongue.
Be bold
,
Jessica
.

“Go to your cabin. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

He looked surprised, a little glassy-eyed from the alcohol.
“Now?”

“Unless you would rather not.”

He stood abruptly and headed for the door without another
word. I waited until he was out of sight before bidding Shannon goodnight. She
waved half-heartedly over her shoulder, but managed not to break the kiss.

I didn’t go straight to Jonah’s. I walked around a lot, the
alcohol making me nervous and bold at the same time. I didn’t want to be
intoxicated when I went there and I liked the idea of making him wait for me.
The moment I put my foot on the bottom step to his cabin, the door swung open
and his bare chest and low hung pants met me on the stairs.

“I’ve been waiting forever,” he growled and I loved the way
he sounded when he took hold of me, pulled me up two more steps so that we were
pressed together. “I thought you weren’t…” He cut himself off, took my face in
his hands, and pulled me to him until his mouth was on mine and all at once it
became a battle over who could draw pleasure from the other faster. He had no
clothing for me to grab so I put my hands on his bare chest, solid and etched
beneath my fingertips. He pulled at my hips and the small of my back until it
felt like he wouldn’t be pleased until I was inside of him, part of him.

His tongue tasted of red wine, sweet and intoxicating. He
lured my tongue to his lips and sucked on it, bit it gently with that growl I
loved. He kissed my lips, sank into me, took his breath from mine. I never
thought we’d make it into his cabin until he broke the kiss and dragged me by
the hand inside, into the cool dark of his bedroom.

The curtains were open though, illuminating our skin just
enough to find and explore each other in the dark. I could tell he ached to
pull my shirt from my body, but settled for stroking the roundness of my
breasts in his palms through my shirt. He played with my nipples, coaxed them
until they were stiff and painful. He left me briefly and returned from behind
to caress them and hold me against him and I’d never felt so worshipped as I
did then when his mouth latched onto my throat and kissed his way to my
jawline.

He didn’t touch my stomach on his way to my hips and then to
the zipper of my jeans. He popped first the button, and then dragged the zipper
down one tooth at a time until he could slip the rough fabric from my hips. He
found my panties then, red and black satin and it was all he could do to only groan
against my throat and finger the tiny cords of fabric holding them on.

Jonah pulled me back to his bed and pushed me down so I
bounced when I fell. He crawled onto me, straddled my hips and pinned my wrists
over my head. His mouth found mine again, slower this time. I couldn’t get
enough of the way he tasted. It was a crime we hadn’t kissed before now.

His cock, hard and throbbing against his pants pushed into
my belly, held my hips still though I very badly wanted him inside of me. He
worshipped my lips, sucked at my tongue and plundered my mouth with such
vigorous aggression. He groaned and pressed my hips down into the bed.

“What do you want, Jessica? Tell me exactly what you want.”

“You,” I gasped and pushed to meet his hips, our battle for
control began. “All of you. Inside me.”

He responded by crushing my mouth with his, rough and
desperate.
Savage
. It lasted only a second before he climbed off me and
grabbed the front of my panties in his fist and ripped them down my thighs. I
bent my knees, lifted my hips as he tore them from my body. He unbuckled his
pants, unzipped them, and drank all of me in with his gaze in the soft, ocean
moonlight that fell across his bed. His cock fell straight and hard, swollen
and wet. He grabbed my hips and yanked me down the bed toward him.

“You are a very naughty little girl, Jessica. What would
people think if they could see you now?”

I grinned, arched my hips so I could feel his erection slide
back and forth against my thighs. Jonah reached for each wrist, pinned them
above my head in one hand. He leaned over me and slid his other hand between my
legs, cupped me in his palm, and probed me with his middle finger as he
searched my face for the answer to the universe and the stars. He could see
through me, into me, I was sure of it.

“I only care what you think, Jonah. What do you think?
Tell
me
,” I moaned and arched my body up against his. “Tell me.”

“I think,” he said and lowered his mouth to the dip in my
tank top between my breasts. I gasped, it was too close to the no-fly zone of
my body, but instead of pulling away, I pushed toward his mouth and he kissed
me there again and again, tracing the forbidden edge of fabric with his lips
and tongue. “I think this is all I’ve thought about for days. Your thighs, your
body, that gorgeous mouth. I want you very badly.”