Free Millionaire Husband by Leanne Banks Page A

mouth.
    His finger edged closer and a moan vibrated in her throat. As if he could read her need, he moved slowly, ever closer to the stiff peak of her breast. So close.
    Beyond the rush of arousal crashing in her bloodstream, she heard a tiny pinging sound. Justin paused and swore under his breath. The pinging grew louder. He pulled back, and she fought the instinct to follow his mouth with hers.
    The alarm, Amy realized. The alarm had gone off. Three minutes had passed. Her body screaming for more, she disentangled herself and inhaled sharp breaths. The sound of her breaths mingled with his in the darkness like a hot sultry night, emphasizing the thick atmosphere of impending intimacy.
    Rattled by the way he’d affected her in just three minutes, she stood and wrapped her arms around her waist. She knew without a doubt that the way he tempted her was more than sexual; it was also emotional. The knowledge frightened her so much her hands shook. She clasped either arm to halt the trembling.
    Her mind whirled. She had always suspected Justin could be dangerous to her. His combination of strength, intelligence, and the underlying thread of his sexuality was entirely too compelling. She closed her eyes to calm down.
    He touched her shoulder and she nearly jumped out of her skin. “Don’t!” she whispered and held her breath. She was more sensitive than if she’d been sunburned. “Please don’t touch me.”
    He didn’t touch her, but his low murmur was almost worse. “Okay,” he said, so close to her ear, she could almost feel his lips again. A shiver ran through her. “I want to do much more than touch you. I want to listen to your body instead of that damn alarm. I want to kiss you all over, but three minutes wouldn’t be enough time. Three hours wouldn’t be either,” he said and the sensual promise of his words might as well have been an intimate caress in all her secret places.
    “Sleep tight,” he said, but it sounded more like a sexy taunt or challenge. Amy suspected she wouldn’t be sleeping well tonight. She had grossly underestimated the effect he had on her.
     
    An hour later, Justin rolled over for the twentieth time. He was still aroused. Although he’d sensed Amy was a passionate woman, he’d had no idea her response would burn his control to cinders so quickly.
    Every time he closed his eyes, he tasted her lips and remembered the sensation of her tongue. He felt her breasts begging for his touch. He recalled the way her restlessness signaled her arousal. Every little move she’d made had wound his spring tighterand tighter. It would have taken so little to go further, to push up her shirt and stare at her full breasts before he tasted her nipples with his tongue. It would have taken so little for him to push aside her shorts and feel the inviting moistness between her thighs.
    She was his wife.
    But she might as well not be.
    Giving in to insomnia, Justin pushed back the covers, rose from his bed and flipped on his desk lamp. Turning on his computer, he scrubbed his face with his hand. If he couldn’t sleep, he may as well study stock charts.
     
    The following morning, Amy felt vulnerable and she was angry with herself for the vulnerability. She shouldn’t have gotten so worked up over a kiss. But what a kiss, her honest, feminine and currently unhelpful mind said. She banged her glass of orange juice down, and it sloshed all over the counter.
    “Oops,” Nicholas said.
    Jeremy giggled. “Oops.”
    Together, they chorused, “Oops.”
    Her frayed nerves stretched tighter when the twins joyfully chorused, “Justin!”
    They were always so happy to see him, she thought, and made a face in the direction of the sink. The problem was she often felt just as childishly happy to see him as the children did.
    “Good morning,” Amy said in a muted voice, noticing that his eyes were a little more narrowed than usual, and his hair was slightly mussed. Maybe he hadn’t slept any better than she had,