Free The Billionaire's Runaway Bride by Elizabeth Lennox

And you’re going to love it. And we’re going to make love every night until you trust me enough to move to the next step.”
     
    “What’s the next step?” she asked, not willing to discuss his other comments.
     
    He smiled slightly and pushed away from the wall. “We’ll discuss that when we get to it,” he said and took her hand to lead her into the box.
     
    “I’m sorry to be late,” Jason said to the other couple already seated in the private box and sat down, pulling her chair closer to his only moments before she sat next to him.
     
    If she’d thought the first half of the opera was difficult, the second half was almost a nightmare. Jason’s leg was plastered against hers and each time she moved to make more room for him, he simply adjusted so he was touching her again. If she moved her legs, he put his arm around the back of her chair. If she moved her shoulders, he took her hand, spread it on his lap. When she tried to pull her hand away, he turned it over and traced circles on the palm.
     
    Sophie was slowly becoming a mindless wreck. The feelings Jason was stirring within her was melting her insides and distracting her. And he was relentless.
     
    The opera finally ended and Sophie took a quick glance at Jason’s features, trying to determine if he was as affected by his movements as she was. But not by a single look did he reveal what he was thinking or feeling. Sophie felt flustered and angry that he could do this to her so easily and still remain passive. Was he just a machine?
     
    Jason invited the other couple to ride to the restaurant in their limousine and Sophie sat tensely through the short ride, sitting far away from Jason. The other couple looked oddly at her but they smiled graciously and discussed their enjoyment of the opera. Throughout the whole conversation, Sophie was grateful that no one issued any questions to her. She wasn’t even sure what the name of the opera was, much less what her favorite part was.
     
    “Oh, my goodness, I’m hungry,” Irene said as the car glided to a stop in front of the restaurant.
     
    They were immediately led to a table in the back of the restaurant, away from the noisy section. Their table looked out onto the Thames River and Sophie sat next to the window, scooting her chair a few extra inches away.
     
    Jason simply smiled and moved his chair an extra few inches closer to hers, putting his arm against the back of her chair. As soon as Irene and Gordon sat down opposite them, she felt Jason’s hands massaging her neck or his fingers would twine in her hair.
     
    The three others said the food was delicious but Sophie only tasted a few small bites. She thought the night would never end and was a shivering mass of sexual frustration by the time the other couple hailed a cab to their own house.
     
    Jason escorted her into the waiting limousine and she angrily sat down opposite him, determined to not fall victim to his roving hands again.
     
    Jason sat down and the car immediately start moving. “It isn’t going to work, Sophie,” he said and with a quick movement, he pulled her into his lap, his lips covering hers. Sophie wished she could resist, but her body melted after so many hours of anticipation. She just wanted to be one with him and find the release only he could deliver for her. So when his lips touched hers, her mouth responded willingly, demanding more and more as his hands touched her, lifting the hem of her dress. With deft hands, he pulled her stockings off, then her underwear.
     
    “Jason?” she asked, but then the question was lost as he unzipped her dress to reveal one lace covered breast. He immediately took the hard nubbin in his mouth and suckled. Sophie threw back her head and arched her back, fearing that she would go up in flames if he didn’t take her immediately.
     
    “Jason…please…” she cried out, her hands reaching for him but only finding clothing. She tore at his clothes, the buttons coming off in