Free Distracting the Billionaire's Son by Jordan Bell Page A

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