Free Alpha Billionaire’s Bride, Part One (BWWM Romance Serial) by Mia Caldwell Page B

her. Jada’s floral scent had been
driving him crazy. And her body. Just his type, slender in all the right places
and plump in all the right ones, too. He wanted to take her into his arms and
explore all the ways in which she was just right.
    He managed to restrain himself until they bumped the dock.
An electric current had formed between himself and Jada the closer they came to
land. It was a tangible thing, and from the way Jada fidgeted and smiled shyly
at him, he knew she felt it, too.
    He got out of the boat first and held his hand out “See? I
kept my promise. We’re back at the dock and your clothes aren’t wet or dirty.”
    “I’m not on the dock yet,” she quipped lightly before taking
his hand.
    He wasn’t playing fair, and he knew it, but something took
over him, the something inside him that demanded he get what he wanted as soon
as he wanted it. Ian was used to going after his desires. Right now, what he
desired was precariously standing in a tottering rowboat.
    He couldn’t help himself. He sneakily stuck his foot out and
deliberately nudged the edge of the boat, rocking the small craft and upsetting
Jada’s balance. She gave a surprised cry and waved her free arm to try to
steady herself. He nudged the boat again.
    “Oh! I’m fall—” was all she had the chance to utter.
    He pulled her forward, leaned down and smoothly wrapped his
arm around her waist, swooping her up and out onto the dock. Of necessity, he
had to pull her in tight against his body, snug her right in there, so she was
secure, and safe. Had to be done.
    Jada gasped and gazed into his face. She blinked, her
kissable lips forming the sweetest little “o” he’d ever seen. He looked deeply
into her dark eyes, looking for what he needed so he could take what he wanted.
He held her tighter. She exhaled and her lids slightly lowered.
    There it was. Surrender. She was his.
    He kissed her then, his lips slanting across hers with more
force than he’d intended. But he’d been wanting this and it was impossible to
hold back much.
    Fortunately, Jada was no limp, overwhelmed maiden. No, she
pressed back against him, wrapped her arms over his shoulders and clasped her
hands behind his neck. Her waist fit nicely in his hands and her soft breasts
pressing against his chest was a full-blown assault on his senses.
    Ian’s body reacted in unprecedented ways. He wanted to carry
her away to a cave, strip her naked and do all manner of ungentlemanly things
to her splendid body until the cave echoed with her cries of release. But he
also had an annoyingly distracting urge to carry her away to a cave and bar the
entrance to all comers, to protect Jada from ... what? Who? Himself?
    He groaned and kissed his way over the dewy, velvety skin of
her jaw and neck. He nuzzled behind her ear and inhaled deeply of her
intoxicating, sweet scent. When Jada pushed her fingers into his own hair he
shuddered, aroused by the passion evident in her touch.
    It was too soon, too soon, he told himself. But he couldn’t
listen, not with her quickened breath on his cheek and the taste of her
sun-warmed skin on his lips. He should stop.
    Then his hand strayed from her waist, up toward the softness
pressing so passionately against him. She trembled. He should stop. His hand
rose higher, cupping the underside of her breast. She moaned. He should stop.
He nibbled her ear lobe.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered
    His hand closed over her breast and her nipple pebbled
against his palm through her bra and silken blouse. He ran a thumb over it and
nearly groaned himself when it grew even harder.
    “I want you.” Ian whispered. He knew he couldn’t stop now.
Wouldn’t stop. Ian Buckley always, always got what he wanted.
    Jada melted against him. She was his. He squeezed.

    WHEN IAN’S HAND CLOSED OVER her breast, Jada thought she
might shiver into bits on the spot. How his touch created this maelstrom of
sensations she couldn’t begin to explain. She’d never