The Temporary Wife - By Jeannie Moon Page 0,68
his dresser and took out his wedding ring, holding it out to her.
“I don’t understand.” Meg took the ring, looked at it, and frowned. “What do you want me to do with it?”
He took two steps forward so he was less than an inch away from her, crowding her space, and using all his willpower to keep his hands off her body. Jason offered his left hand. “Put it on me.”
“What?”
There was no space between them, no air, just their heat, desire, and this thing they were trying to figure out. Jason didn’t know what it all meant, but for once he wasn’t going to question it or try to make sense of it. He was just going to go with his gut.
“Put the ring on my finger, Megan.”
Looking up at him, Meg took his hand and slipped the platinum band on his ring finger. Both of them stood still as statues for what seemed like forever, wondering about the significance of what just happened. Jason leaned in and softly kissed her temple, letting his lips linger there, tasting her skin, and wondering how he was going to let her go when this was all over. Then he wondered why he had to.
“We should get back,” she said, holding his hand and keeping him close. “People will wonder what happened to us.”
“Let them wonder.” He took his time nipping her skin as he worked his way down her jaw to her neck, kissing the spot right where her pulse beat rapidly. God, she was beautiful. Everything about her was soft, warm, and completely female. Jason couldn’t get enough of her, much the same way he wanted her constantly when he was eighteen. As he was taking sips of her lips, Meg’s hands came to his face. When he opened his eyes, she was looking at him with all her heart.
“My girl, you’ve always been my girl.”
“What?”
Jason snapped out of the daze he’d been in, drunk on her scent and feel, and wondered what the hell he’d said. “I—what—did I say something stupid?”
She giggled. “No, you said something about the boat, I think.”
“You two should be putting on this show for company.”
His brother, Josh, leaned into the door frame, drink in hand and shit-ass grin on his face. Meg stiffened in Jason’s arms. Josh had mastered the art of making people uncomfortable. It’s how he kept things in his control.
“Get lost, Josh.”
“What, and miss all this? I hope your prenup is ironclad, or she’s going to take you for everything.”
Jason had his hands on Meg’s shoulders. Her back was to Josh, and she was staring at the studs in Jason’s shirt, not moving, barely breathing. “Why don’t you go back to the party?” he said in her ear. “I’ll be out as soon as my brother and I come to an understanding.”
Meg looked up and locked eyes with him. She was upset, that was obvious, but there was a sprinkle of doubt in there, the worry that his brother’s words would destroy what they had started to rebuild.
She stepped away and walked to the door, glancing back only once. Josh grinned and shook his head. The snide, snotty kid he used to be hadn’t changed, he’d just gotten taller.
“A bunch of us are taking bets on how long it takes for her to get pregnant to get a bigger piece of the pie.” Josh had mastered the arrogant son-of-a-bitch attitude that served him so well in business, but he wasn’t amoral and Jason had to wonder if Josh’s bravado was covering for something else.
“There are worse things than her being pregnant.” That he felt that way, that he’d changed that much, made Jason feel like he wasn’t such a lost cause after all. If Meg told him she was pregnant tomorrow, he’d be thrilled.
Josh came all the way into the room and looked around. “Why aren’t you staying in the master?”
Jason couldn’t say a word for fear of giving up their secret. Which was a nonissue now that he fully intended to stay with her tonight and every night if she’d let him.
“I am,” he lied, knowing it wouldn’t be a lie for long. “We redecorated, so that’s why my stuff is in here.”
“I’m not buying it,” Josh said.
“Believe what you want.”
“She’s using you, Jay. She wants money or power. Something.”
“It’s nothing for you to be concerned about.”
“I can’t figure this all out, but I will. There’s something not right about you two. It’s too perfect.”
“Maybe you should let me worry