Her Bad Boy Billionaire Lover (Billionai - By Bretton, Barbara Page 0,27

to sense her mood.

"Come with me." He reached for her hand then led her across the slippery, mossy bricks to the garito, one of the guardhouses that overlooked the surrounding moat. She smelled salt and dampness and she could easily imagine the hundreds of Spanish guards who had stood in this same spot, watching the sea for signs of the invading British or Dutch navies.

She also was painfully aware of Jake's warmth. They were both silent, listening to the Atlantic crashing against the rocks below. She placed her bare elbows on the rough brick ledge and rested her chin in her hands. She inhaled deeply of the clean ocean air and the intoxicating scent of Jake's skin, slightly musky and very male. A vibrating current of electricity was humming through her body.

He took his time. She shivered as he drew his hands up her bare arms, across her tanned shoulders, then up her throat and to her mouth. He drew one finger across her moist, slightly-open lips and, on impulse, she caught it between her strong white teeth and bit lightly down on the flesh.

He laughed and leaned forward, his hard mouth slanting down across hers. His lips demanded a response and she met his demands. He held her gently by the hips while she wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed herself the exquisite luxury of plunging her fingers into his thick hair.

She gasped as his tongue entered her willing mouth. Eager and demanding, he drew responses from her that she hadn't known she was capable of. Palms flat, he traced the curve of her hips, in to her waist and up and around her full breasts that strained against the thin cotton of her sundress. She trembled under his touch and was aware of her nipples hardening against the feel of his palms.

He whispered something against her throat in a voice so soft she wondered if she had imagined it.

Her eyes fluttered open as he burned kisses along the curve of breasts. He put a hand on either side of her face, thumbs pressing lightly against her cheekbones. "Alone at last." His words were dark with promise.

"They were sweet," Megan said. "I--"

He kissed her quiet, his body moving against hers in a way that made her blood run hot. His hand slid down her side, easing her skirt up.

She thought she would die from anticipation. It had been so long since she'd felt like this, so long since she'd felt like a woman that she was helpless against the desire building inside her. "Jake," she managed. "We can't..." She gasped as his fingers slid inside the leg of her lacy panties. "There's no room to--someone might see us."

"We can do it standing up," he said. "And I don't give a damn if someone sees us." He'd always found danger exciting. Once they'd made love in the back row of an empty movie theatre, Megan astride him, her body tight around his erection, until they came together in a shuddering and silent climax that left them hungry for more.

He grasped her by the hips, his fingers pressing into the curve of her buttocks. "Wrap your legs around me and I'll--"

She glanced about, both nervous and excited. "Do you see anyone?"

"There's no one here, Meggie. No one but us."

He found her moist center with his fingertips, separating her, caressing her, stroking her deeper and deeper, until she came in a long, shuddering wave of sensation.

He held her against him as she rode out the storm.

She couldn't have felt more exposed if she'd stood there naked in the tropical sunlight. But it didn't matter. He'd stripped her bare even though she hadn't removed an item of clothing, tearing away her defenses until she found herself powerless before her need.

"Mommy! Somebody's in there!" A high-pitched voice at the opening to the garito made them jump. A small red haired girl with curious blue eyes peered in at them.

Megan stifled a small shriek and pulled away from Jake, pushing her skirt back into place.

An older woman grabbed the child by the wrist. She glanced quickly from Jake to Megan, then blushed furiously. "Amy, come over here and leave the people alone."

"But, Mommy--"

"Amy, now! They're on their honeymoon and they want to be alone."

The spell was broken.

"That's the second time," he said as they went down the worn stairs to the ground level. "What the hell's going on?"

"Pheromones," said Megan. "They're in the air. Can you imagine how the newlyweds feel if they