Free Millionaire Husband by Leanne Banks

a man had said to her and it made her feel vulnerable and a bit confused. She slowly lifted her gaze to him again, too aware of her confusing feelings, too aware of the way his jeans fit his body and long legs like a lover’s hand. Her fingers itched to trace the slight wave of his hair and the hard line of his chin. Her mind longed to know the secrets behind his eyes. Dangerous, she thought, and searched her mind for a safe subject. “How was your day at the market?”
    “Profitable,” he said. “My turn. What is a big one?”
    Her stomach did a little dip. Not that again, she thought. “It’s a relative term. Your idea of big and my idea of big could be very far apart.”
    “What about duration?” he asked, sitting beside her.
    Amy’s heart picked up at his nearness. “Again, relative. I would guess no longer than, say, three minutes,” she said, betting that three minutes of anything with Justin couldn’t get her into too much trouble. Three minutes wasn’t long enough to—Well, if three minutes was long enough, it wouldn’t be very good. Her cheeks began to feel hot again.
    “Three minutes,” he said.
    She nodded, mesmerized by the intent look in his eyes.
    “Of anything?”
    “Within reason,” she said.
    “Okay, I want the big one tonight,” Justin said.
    Her heart stuttered. “So soon?”
    “I told you I wasn’t a saint.”
    She swallowed. “But if you use up the big one, you won’t have it for later.”
    “That’s okay. Three minutes,” he said.
    She swallowed again. “Three minutes of what?”
    “One thing,” he said. “A three-minute kiss.”
    Amy’s breath stopped in her throat. “That’s a long kiss.”
    “Depends on who you’re kissing,” he said and leaned closer.
    Her heart hammering, Amy inched backward.
    “Scared?”
    Pride roared through her. She lifted her chin. “Of course not, it’s just a kiss. Should I get a timer from the kitchen?”
    He chuckled. “I have a timer on my watch. I can set it,” he said, and pushed a few buttons on his watch.
    Then he looked at her, lifted his hands to slide his fingers through her hair and pulled her to him like a bunch of flowers. As if the clock weren’t ticking, as if he were in no rush, he rubbed his lips back and forth against hers, savoring the sensation of her mouth.
    She sighed at his relaxed approach. He suckled her bottom lip into his, rimming just the inside with the tip of his tongue. Secret longings twisted insideher. Gently tilting her head, he stroked her scalp with his fingertips while his tongue toyed with hers.
    Her breasts glanced his chest and his groan vibrated sensually inside her. Deepening the kiss, he trailed one hand down to massage her jaw.
    A burning sensation built inside her. Inhaling his musky, male scent, she struggled with a restless need to take his mouth the way he was taking hers, to touch him, to get closer. She balled her fists to keep from reaching for him at the same time she opened her mouth farther for his exploration.
    In a second, the tone of the kiss changed from lazy to hot and compelling. He tasted like sex. Consuming her lips, he slid his hand down her throat to her arm, urging her to touch him.
    Her breasts felt swollen and her nerve endings buzzed with forbidden excitement. Her mind clouded with arousal, she leaned into him and lifted her hand to his shoulder. His strength lured her. Amy had told herself she always had to be the strong one, but his power surrounded him like a cloak, and the temptation to lean into him and absorb his power was overwhelming. Justin meshed his chest against hers, and the heat of him aroused her further. His fingertips grazed the side of her breasts, and Amy suckled his tongue deep into her mouth.
    She burned. She wanted. He rubbed his thumb in a teasing movement on the outer edge of her breast. She wanted more. She wanted him to slide his handunder her shirt and cup her fully. She wanted him to rub her aching nipple, to take it into his