Romance in Dallas - Tycoon! (10 page)

Jace watched, smiling at him, as a grin came
on his face. His eyes roved over her, as she tugged on the hem of
her dress. He'd noticed her one weakness, how she liked to dress in
a garter belt with stockings. It was one part of her femininity no
one could take from her.

Laughing, shaking his head, he headed towards
the shower, saying, "Hot damn."

And, she thought, as they rode down in the
elevator, he was the one who was hot and bothered. They were alone,
and his hand rested on her back, by her waist, moved to her hair,
stroking the length of it, and his hand moved down to caress her
buttocks as he said, "You look beautiful tonight." His hand rolled
over the back garter, then back up to rest on her waist again.

"You look nice, too," she said honestly as
she looked up at him. He wore a grey shirt, a few buttons undone at
the neck, black slacks and shoes. She'd noticed this before, that
he wore his clothes really gracefully, with his ever present Rolex
watch.

She saw both their reflections in the
elevator mirrors, and saw the heated look coming from him. "I'll
have to dress up more often," she joked.

"Ummm," he said softly, as his lips kissed
her neck.

The doors opened then, and he stopped,
walking into the hallway with her, as if nothing had ever
happened.

A taxi took them to Club Satire, and she
noticed as they entered the place, just a slight wave from Ram
brought them an intimate nook in the restaurant area.

Victoria thought if looks could kill, the
woman she stared at would be dead. Deader than a door knob. She'd
worn a short red wig tonight especially to catch Ram's attention,
make him think about his dead wife, but so far, he just had eyes
for that brunette he'd been with lately. And, watching the woman,
she had to admit she was a real piece of work with the long hair
and short skirt.

Hell, Victoria had the lipo done recently,
and the surgeon did a wonderful job on lines of fat on her abdomen
and thighs, reducing them, and she'd show Ram if he'd ever pay her
the slightest bit of attention. She thought the brunette must be
sleeping with him. And the way Ram looked at the woman! As if he
was positively smitten. Her thoughts wandered to what sex with Ram
would be like. All that southern charm, put to good use.

She pulled out her small date calendar from
her purse. Tomorrow night at his ballroom here in town, the Nassau
Manor House. For charity, she hadn't written which one. But what
would she do if he brought the brunette? She always tried to
anticipate disasters, not really one to wing it. She'd sit down
tonight and figure all angles for this thing.

After they'd eaten a sumptuous seafood feast,
Jace and Ram walked into the club and bar area. A DJ was playing
some great music, Jace thought, as they were seated at a front
table.

"So tell me," Jace said, after they'd ordered
drinks, "do you own this place? They treat you like royalty."

He smiled. "You could say I helped a friend
from the island to open it." And, he indicated a man behind the
bar, talking with the bartender.

A slow song came on, and Ram grabbed her
hand, pulled her close, and led her very gracefully over the dance
floor. But, as the tune played on, he slowed his pace, and his hand
came down on her buttocks, drawing her even closer.

Jace could feel his excitement and felt the
thrill of having him so close to her.

"You are so hot tonight," he whispered
against her cheek, "I don't even have the words."

She was carried away with the sensations, the
heady scent of his aftershave, his hard thighs against hers, and
her arms tightened around the back of his neck.

Neither one noticed the photographers quickly
snapping their picture from all angles.

"Let's go," he said with a smile, as the song
ended, "I need physical therapy."

She laughed at his transparency as they
climbed into the taxi.

In the elevator, he grabbed around her waist,
pulling her close again, kissing her deeply, tongue roving inside
her mouth, in and out, quickly, as if he couldn't get enough of
her. Her senses reeled with the feel of him, feelings she thought
were long gone.

"All right," she laughed, as he opened the
penthouse door, "where's my PT table? What have you done with it?"
She took off her heels.

But the urgent look on his face made her
smile fade, as she looked up at him. His turquoise eyes held hers
for a moment, before he led her into his bedroom. "You can work on
me in here," he said softly, unbuttoning his shirt.

After he'd shucked off his pants, with his
excitement showing now, she said, "I really should change,
Ram."

"No," he whispered urgently, "like that. Just
like you are."

Ram lay face down on the bed, as her capable
hands began kneading him as she sat next to him. His hands roved
down to her legs and her small feet, then, he couldn't stand it
anymore, and he pulled her on top of him, hands roving along her
backside.

He drew her dress up by her waist, but as he
smoothed her skin, and moved below, he realized she had no panties
on.

"Christ," he moaned, while his fingers moved
in and out of her, feeling her readiness, her bud, then back inside
her again. Her muscles contracted around his fingers, as he
explored, making her cry out.

She had a primal urge, as she unzipped and
threw her dress on the floor.

"Just stay there for a minute," he whispered,
as she came back to him, and her hair flowed around him. "I just
want to look at you, sweet pea. Just want to look. Smell your sweet
perfume." And, his eyes roamed her body, before both his hands
kneaded her breasts then drew her close to him again. She felt his
hardness straining for her.

"I want to be inside you," he whispered
against her breasts, as he sucked one then the other. "Are you
ready for Ram, sweet pea? Y'all ready for me?"

She smiled at his accent. "Yes. I'm
ready."

Turning her to one side, he shucked off his
underwear.

"Ram I need to take this off--"

"No darlin.' I want it on."

He kissed her deeply, while his hand came
back between her legs, fingers slipping in and out, while she
moaned.

"Ram," she whispered, "I...I need you in me
now."

He smoothed her hair, before he said, "Now?"
as he sucked and played with her nipples, his hand roving from one
to the other.

"Yes," she whispered, before she moaned
again.

But she wasn't expecting his thrust within
her then, as he rolled her onto her back. Her eyes flew open, and
she gasped.

Grinning down at her now, he said, "You sure
you're ready now?" And, he stopped thrusting. "You ready, sweet
pea?"

Moving against him, she whispered, "Yes.
Ram...I need you."

And against her cheek now, he whispered, "You
want all of me, darlin'? The whole thing?"

Thrusting slowly, carefully, he eased himself
further into her, as she tightened against him. She couldn't say
anything, the words just wouldn't come, and she found herself just
gasping at the sensation and the intimacy.

"Christ," he whispered, "you are a tight
little thing, sweet pea." And his thrusting increased as he moaned
now too, and said, "Come for me, Jace. Come for me, now. I love
you, darlin.' Love you so very much. My sweet, sweet woman."

"I love everything about you," he continued
whispering in her ear, "everything." His fingers smoothed the
garter, roved underneath it then out again.

She cried out with pleasure, and he increased
thrusting, until she tightened again against him, gasping, and
running her hands through his hair.

His finger came against her bud then, rolling
it expertly, until she found her release. "Damn," he said, "you
feel so good to me right now," he drawled, as his mouth came down
on hers, he stiffened, found his release, while his tongue flitted
and he sucked on her own.

Breathless now, he said softly against her
lips, "Sorry, darlin.' It's been a while. I don't usually do it so
fast; you just turn me on somethin' fierce."

Pulling up, looking down at her now, he said
with a smile, "Now...now you can work on me. Where's the
table?"

Chapter 9

The next morning, the buzzing and persistent
ringing of her cell phone woke Jace. She looked at the clock. Seven
in the morning.

Sitting on a chair by the bed table, naked,
she said, "Hi Nat."

She brought her feet up on the cushion of the
chair as she listened to her friend, not noticing Ram watching her
with interest and a tender look on his face.

Ram thought she was just the most attractive
woman he’d ever seen, and he felt guilty for the thought, as he
pictured Susan in his mind. But, she was never as comfortable with
her sexuality as Jace. On one hand, he didn't want to compare the
two, but on the other hand, he just couldn't help it.

The night before, Jace had just blown his
mind with her openness, and he cursed at himself for being so
quick. He wanted to make their lovemaking last for a long, long
time. She just turned him on, like a damn switch, he thought.

His eyes raked over Jace now, and he listened
to her side of the conversation. Her eyes were heavy with sleep,
and her voice was husky. So very sexual, he thought. Not to mention
the rest of her, he saw in full view.

"Yes," she continued, "we’re in Nassau.
You’re calling me pretty early, Nat."

Her hair fell in graceful curls around her
shoulders, she was limber, he thought, as she held herself in a
tight little ball on the chair with her lips in a pout as she
listened to Natalie. He smiled, and just watched her,
fascinated.

"So," Nat asked Jace, "did you do the dirty
with him yet, girl?" She started laughing but Jace was not
amused.

"You know I’m not a morning person, Natalie.
Besides, that’s between Ram and me."

But when she looked up, Jace's breath left
her, and Natalie became just like an annoying chatter in her ear,
as she saw the look on Ram’s face. His eyes were soft, as they
watched every movement she made, and there was the smallest hint of
a smile on his face, an unmistakable come hither look.

"What?" she asked him, her brows
furrowing.

Then he laughed, and she became aware of
Natalie’s voice again. Her friend rambled on, "I can hear him in
the background. Okay, sweetie, I won’t press. God knows, I have
enough secrets of my own. I just want to know one thing."

"What?"

"Is he a stud? Tell me now."

Jace's eyes took in Ram, as he lay casually,
still watching her, with a sheet thrown carelessly over his
midsection. "I’ll have to tell you about it later, Nat." She
clicked the phone closed.

He laughed again. "Really, really not a
morning person?"

She shook her head, and didn’t move from the
chair.

"I suppose sex is out of the question then?"
He grinned at her broadly, and threw back the sheet.

And she thought he was really well-endowed, a
fact she noticed and felt quite pleasantly the night before.

But, she became out of sorts, then, as the
boundary between her patient and herself, her private self, was
blurred. "Just give me a minute," she said, as she dropped her head
to her knees. She wanted to go to him, but a part of her wanted to
pull back so she could do a proper job of analyzing and working on
him.

He didn't push her, as she heard him leave
the room. The shower ran a minute later.

"Oh, hell," she muttered, giving in to her
feelings and desires.

She walked into the large marble walk-in
shower.

He didn't notice her at first, as his eyes
were closed from rinsing out the shampoo.

Grabbing him from behind, it was her turn to
laugh now. He turned around quickly, and pinned her to the wall,
almost as if he'd been expecting her. Water flowed from multiple
spigots down them both as he used his palmed soap to rub over her
body, first her breasts, her stomach, then her buttocks and thighs
and between her legs.

"Did I ever tell you you're sexy?" he said,
his face now against her cheek.

"I heard it once or twice last night," she
replied softly.

He led her over under the spray to rinse, and
held her face with both his hands, as he kissed her. "I should have
said it more than twice," he breathed, backing her into the wall
again.

"Two can play at this game," she laughed, as
she soaped his chest, his back, rolling down to his hard buttocks
and thighs, then to his hardness. But his expression turned
serious, as she played before he rinsed.

"Right now," he whispered, turning and
staring into her eyes, "right here."

His hands moved on her in ways she'd never
experienced, as water cascaded down them both. And she gasped as he
entered her, slowly, carefully then pushed her back against the
wall with his thrusts.

Scooting up into a indentation in the shower
wall, she brought her legs around his waist, feeling the hard
shower against her, feeling the water, and most of all, how he
moved inside her, hard, then gently, then harder still, for
precious moments together. She arched her back, while he sucked her
breasts, one than the other.

"Come with me," he urged softly, "darlin'
come with me now."

She cried out with the sensation he created
within her, and pulsed inside.

"Oh, God, Jace…sweet pea, you sweet, sweet
thing…" he said against her lips, before he kissed her deeply, and
slowed his thrusts as his climax shook him.

"My back," he gasped suddenly a few seconds
later, as he withdrew from her, still holding her with one arm, the
other clutching at his back, as it was in spasm.