“No sweetheart,” he says with a lift to his eyebrow. “I think you’d look a million times better in a busty babe get-up than one of the so-called busty babes. I mean seriously, Barbie? It’s not my style at all and hasn’t been any guy’s style for about forty years.”
I giggle, going red all over. Oh wow, this man really likes my shape with the compliments he’s paying me, and the way that blue gaze is traveling appreciatively over my curves. So I shoot him a playful smile too.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” is my low murmur. “Holding up very well.”
Jordan grins, flashing those white teeth.
“Yeah? Which part?”
Which part? I grow red, unused to flirting. But at the same time, this man is so magnetic and delicious that I don’t want to stop.
“I think it’s your hair,” I begin slowly, pretending to think hard as I look over that broad, tall frame. “I like black hair.”
“Oh, so it’s my hair that’s drawing you in?” he asks with a smile.
“Yeah, your hair,” I say coyly. “I like how it’s sprinkled with gray around the temples.”
“I’ll get my barber to make sure it stays that way then,” he says with a dry smile. “What else?”
Oh my god, is this guy fishing for compliments? It seems so unlike Mr. Marks. After all, this isn’t a man who needs compliments on anything. He has the best of the best, and already knows it. What I know, or what I think, doesn’t matter.
But at the same time, I know Jordan’s different around me than he is around other people. The alpha male is more careful, choosing his words so that they don’t accidentally hurt me. Yes, he’s commanding and dominating, but he respects my intellect too. Mr. Marks knows that I like to read, and I’ve already shown that I’m somewhat conversant when it comes to politics, economics, and even real estate, his forte.
So I know this man likes me. He likes me a lot in fact, judging the way he teases me and looks my curves over. He wants me to like him too, and the truth is that I really do. A lot.
So I smile sunnily at him, tossing my head back.
“What do think we should do next?” I ask in a coy tone while batting my lashes. “Since it’s clear that Jimmy’s not going to miss us, what’s next on the itinerary?”
The gleam in Mr. Marks’s eyes deepens, and that big body advances, making me go hot.
“Well, did you have something specific in mind?” he rumbles, one black brow arched. I almost throw myself into his arms then. I want him to make me into a woman, and to complete what his son couldn’t finish. But I can’t be that obvious so instead, I back away slowly while shooting him a naughty smile.
“I know what I want,” is my throaty purr. “But do you?”
In an instant, the billionaire’s on me, his lips seizing mine in a ravenous kiss as our bodies burst into flame. I shouldn’t be doing this. This is an affront to his son, and the relationship I have with Jimmy. And yet … nothing’s going to stop us now.
Chapter 6
KATIE
“If you want me to stop, just say the word,” he growls in a low whisper. “But sweetheart, you feel so good,” Jordan adds in an agonized whisper. He’s bearing down on me, staring at my lips, and looking into my eyes. That male gaze is full of desire, and I can’t resist him. In fact, I don’t want to resist him.
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips. “Make me yours.” The words are barely past my lips before Jordan pulls me up tight against him, his lips crushing mine as his tongue explores my mouth in hungry passion. I moan as arousal erupts and spreads through my body like wildfire, our tongues twisting around each other, his lips caressing mine. The hand behind my head is now a fist in my curls, and he lowers me down to the ground with the help of his arm around my waist. I can’t believe this is happening. I’m not even embarrassed by my horny moans, so desperate for his body.
“Jordan,” I whisper in his ear, pulling him down onto me, his shirt in my fists, and feel him respond with an instinctive grind of his hips into my pelvis. I can feel his rock hard cock through his slacks and it’s enormous. Luckily my pussy is drenched because we’re going to need all the lubrication we need when he thrusts inside. The thought makes me wild. His hands are on my tits, groping and kneading, making me writhe with pleasure.
“Oh god, Katie,” he growls in my ear. “Your body is incredible.” He kisses me so deeply and passionately I wonder to myself whether it’s medically possible to pass out from pleasure. I reach down and start unbuckling his pants when he suddenly pulls my head back, interrupting our kiss.