her.
Just like this.
Her lips felt warm and intoxicating, just as he remembered. She tasted like champagne.
Seconds later her body melded into his. She brought her hands around his neck, and he felt her fingertips brush against the base of his neck, sending another wave of shivers right through him.
She was going in for the kill. She was about as innocent as a fox luring in the hounds for a little exercise. The thought prompted him to pull away, releasing her hold around his neck in the process. “If we keep this up, I’m going to need a cold shower.”
She blushed.
“We’ve got the whole night ahead of us,” he whispered into her ear.
“Oh,” she said.
He couldn’t help but enjoy the worried look on her face. Perhaps the clever girl hadn’t thought this whole marriage thing through after all. No. He could see the truth of the matter in those expressive eyes of hers. She had indeed believed he and his cook, Chris, were partners. No wonder she’d acted strangely excited at the café when they had met to discuss the particulars of their arrangement. She thought he was “safe.”
He shook his head. The poor girl had no idea she was about to marry the Big Bad Wolf. And he was hungry.
~~~
Madison gulped in a breath of air and watched Jackson walk back toward the pool area where he stopped to talk to Jamie’s butler. The dark suit he wore accented his strong build and the sunlight made his hair look like black silk. Every time he kissed her she felt something bubbly and exciting within as if she would explode if he didn’t stop. But he always stopped way too soon, and he always appeared to be angry afterward. He was a walking contradiction.
And she wasn’t any better.
In the last five minutes, everything had changed. Living with Jackson wouldn’t be anything like she’d imagined. Tonight she would be Mrs. Lang and Chris wouldn’t be in residence as she’d first thought.
Her pulse raced. She grabbed a drink from the waiter as he passed by, took a swig, and then nearly gagged as the liquid burned her throat.
She was not a virgin, but neither was she experienced. The first and last time she’d had sex, she’d scared the man off for good. And she certainly didn’t want to scare off Jackson. Or did she?
A man who referred to children as critters?
A man who kissed her when he was angry and then tried so hard to ignore her the rest of the time? And yet there was something about him that told her he was holding back. It was as if he had an invisible shield over his heart. What was he afraid of? Not only was he irresistibly sexy, he also had a gentle side to him. He was protective of her, too. When he looked into her eyes, he made her feel beautiful, as if she were the only woman in the world. Temporary or not, he would be her husband. Tonight was their wedding night. If he did ask her to join him in bed, what would she do?
She guzzled the rest of the scotch. If Jackson invited her into his bed—that might just be an offer she would not be able to refuse.
~~~
Thirty minutes later, feeling more than tipsy, Madison moved inside the house, looking for Jackson. She hadn’t seen him since he’d kissed her and walked off. Nor had she seen Jen. Everyone had deserted her.
The first person she ran into was Mr. Razzano, of all people. “Mr. Razzano. I’m so glad you could make it,” she said with exaggerated cheerfulness.
Mr. Razzano gave her a grim look. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I’ve never been so certain of anything in my life. Jackson is the most wonderful, considerate man in the world. I’ve never been happier.”
“Your grandfather was adamant about you finding a decent man. Marriage is not something to be taken lightly.”
“And?” she asked, sensing he had more to say.
“And I truly wonder what your grandfather would think about you marrying Jackson Lang.”
“He’d be happy for me,” she said. George Harris was the best thing that ever happened
Just like this.
Her lips felt warm and intoxicating, just as he remembered. She tasted like champagne.
Seconds later her body melded into his. She brought her hands around his neck, and he felt her fingertips brush against the base of his neck, sending another wave of shivers right through him.
She was going in for the kill. She was about as innocent as a fox luring in the hounds for a little exercise. The thought prompted him to pull away, releasing her hold around his neck in the process. “If we keep this up, I’m going to need a cold shower.”
She blushed.
“We’ve got the whole night ahead of us,” he whispered into her ear.
“Oh,” she said.
He couldn’t help but enjoy the worried look on her face. Perhaps the clever girl hadn’t thought this whole marriage thing through after all. No. He could see the truth of the matter in those expressive eyes of hers. She had indeed believed he and his cook, Chris, were partners. No wonder she’d acted strangely excited at the café when they had met to discuss the particulars of their arrangement. She thought he was “safe.”
He shook his head. The poor girl had no idea she was about to marry the Big Bad Wolf. And he was hungry.
~~~
Madison gulped in a breath of air and watched Jackson walk back toward the pool area where he stopped to talk to Jamie’s butler. The dark suit he wore accented his strong build and the sunlight made his hair look like black silk. Every time he kissed her she felt something bubbly and exciting within as if she would explode if he didn’t stop. But he always stopped way too soon, and he always appeared to be angry afterward. He was a walking contradiction.
And she wasn’t any better.
In the last five minutes, everything had changed. Living with Jackson wouldn’t be anything like she’d imagined. Tonight she would be Mrs. Lang and Chris wouldn’t be in residence as she’d first thought.
Her pulse raced. She grabbed a drink from the waiter as he passed by, took a swig, and then nearly gagged as the liquid burned her throat.
She was not a virgin, but neither was she experienced. The first and last time she’d had sex, she’d scared the man off for good. And she certainly didn’t want to scare off Jackson. Or did she?
A man who referred to children as critters?
A man who kissed her when he was angry and then tried so hard to ignore her the rest of the time? And yet there was something about him that told her he was holding back. It was as if he had an invisible shield over his heart. What was he afraid of? Not only was he irresistibly sexy, he also had a gentle side to him. He was protective of her, too. When he looked into her eyes, he made her feel beautiful, as if she were the only woman in the world. Temporary or not, he would be her husband. Tonight was their wedding night. If he did ask her to join him in bed, what would she do?
She guzzled the rest of the scotch. If Jackson invited her into his bed—that might just be an offer she would not be able to refuse.
~~~
Thirty minutes later, feeling more than tipsy, Madison moved inside the house, looking for Jackson. She hadn’t seen him since he’d kissed her and walked off. Nor had she seen Jen. Everyone had deserted her.
The first person she ran into was Mr. Razzano, of all people. “Mr. Razzano. I’m so glad you could make it,” she said with exaggerated cheerfulness.
Mr. Razzano gave her a grim look. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I’ve never been so certain of anything in my life. Jackson is the most wonderful, considerate man in the world. I’ve never been happier.”
“Your grandfather was adamant about you finding a decent man. Marriage is not something to be taken lightly.”
“And?” she asked, sensing he had more to say.
“And I truly wonder what your grandfather would think about you marrying Jackson Lang.”
“He’d be happy for me,” she said. George Harris was the best thing that ever happened
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