Taming The Wild CEO novel Chapter 31

C H A P T E R 2 9 : W H E N T H E I R R E S I S T I B L E H A P P E N S

E L L A S T A N F O R D

“You have no idea how I have been waiting all evening for this.”

They kissed desperately, her arms closing around the back of his head to pull him nearer. Her half naked body was trembling in his arms. It had been so long, the kisses was a hot rush across her flesh, an overload to her senses that woke up all those lonely places inside her that she had ignored for god knew how long. He touched his tongue to the seam of her lips, and her chest got tight and achy and her knees threatened to buckle. She raised her hands to his shoulders to keep from falling and tilted her head to the side. Her lips parted, and the slick touch and warm glide of his tongue was like dropping a lit match on a pool of gasoline and she went up in flames. She wanted to burn and make him burn along with her. He tasted like beer and liquid sex and she wanted to eat him up. A low moan escaped her chest, her breasts grew heavy, and her nipples tightened into hard points of pleasure. All of her defenses had weakened and her walls came crashing down.

Javier broke off the kiss to ask roughly, “And I gather that so have you. Have you not, Ella?”

For a moment she had forgotten what he was referring too and the her brain helped her a little. “Yes,” she finally admitted in bitter weakness. Who was she kidding? She had developed a crush on him back when she had been working for only a month and then overtime, her crush had grown bigger and bigger. But with that, she still had to see woman over woman, more than a dozen of them, walking in and out of his life — and no doubt, his bed as well. Right then she had realized that she had been wasting her time and that was when she had finally agreed to go on a blind date that her mom had set her up. If she was being honest, she had tried picturing Leroy as Javier and perhaps that — and of course, Leroy’s clingy behavior, was one of the reasons the relationship had not worked. She had been ready to stand in the background, be the professional Miss Ella Stanford that he had always praised her to be, if he had not insulted her by implying that her boyfriend must be someone boring.

Then that kiss. The kiss that they had had in his birthday party had been haunting her. Then another kiss this afternoon then another earlier this evening. She had talked, smiled, performed her part in the social minuet of the evening with one thought at the back of her mind, the memory of the moments out on the raft and right before they had left their bedroom for dinner at Roberto’s place. She had been trying to force down more dangerous thoughts. She had told herself again and again she would not allow Javier to touch her again — yet now she could no longer resist him than she could fight against herself. The sensuality against which she had fought for four years had the upper hand. She had no power or desire to halt or control the hunger which was driving her.

He picked her up in his arms as if she were a child, the frail lace blown upwards to expose her naked thighs. Walking through the open french windows into her bedroom, he laid her down on to the bed. She was hot, yet shivering, as if she had a fever, looking up at him as he lay down beside her with passion in her dark eyes.

Staring at her with brooding savagery, he said, “All evening I have been wanting to touch you, to be alone with you, and I had to watch while you smiled at that boy and let him flatter you and flirt with you. That bastard even put his hand on your leg, and you let him. You bloody let him. Do you think I did not know what was going on?”

“Javier, you brought me here to be friendly with him, ease him so he will sign the contract with us,” she answered, trying to reason with him as she looked at him through her lashes. She could sense his obvious jealousy — it was on his face and thick in his voice.

“Sometimes I do not know whether I knew you at all,” he paused and dipped his head to kiss her senseless. After a while he brought himself up again and continued, “Clearly you know how to handle boys like him,” he said irritably. “You said no and left them wanting more. Tonight you were deliberately encouraging Rob.” His piercing blue eyes blazed. “But I was the real target, was I not? You knew bloody well what it was doing to me to watch you with him.”

“I was just being friendly to him,” she retorted, angered by the accusation. “That was what you wanted, was it not? In the past you have focused me of being too unbending with clients. You hinted that you wanted me to be as accommodating with our male artists as you clearly have always been with the female ones like London Starr, Patrice McLawrey, Elsa Turner, and god knows how many other female actresses, models, or artists.”

He tensed and stared down into her eyes. “Are you jealous, Ella?”