Marooned with a Millionaire by Kristi Gold Page A

kind of guy did nothing to keep her from wanting him as much as she’d wanted him from the beginning.
    But did he still want her? Only one way to find out.
    Lizzie climbed across the bed and came up behind him. Feeling audacious, daring and a little bit devilish, she slid her arms around his waist and pressed against him.
    â€œYou’re up early.”
    He let go a wry chuckle and braced his palms on either side of the window. “You don’t know the half of it.”
    She slipped her hands lower, down the flat plane of his abdomen—and inadvertently got the full effect of all of it. “J.J. seems very awake.”
    He brought her arms up to his chest, but at least he didn’t push her away. “I probably should check on the boat. See if there’s any damage.”
    She rested her lips against his back. “Why don’t you come back to bed for a while?”
    â€œI don’t feel like sleeping.”
    â€œNeither do I.”
    He tensed but failed to turn around. “If I get back in bed with you, we both know what’s going to happen.”
    â€œA girl can hope.”
    â€œThat’s all that would be between us after this is over.”
    â€œI don’t expect anything else, Jack. Promise.”
    â€œBut I can’t promise you anything.”
    â€œYou could promise to stop thinking about it and just do it. You know you want to, and so do I.”
    A shudder ran through him and Lizzie suspected he was close to giving in. “But you’re pregnant,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    â€œYou won’t.” Only a little. “Not if you’re careful, and I know you will be.”
    He turned into her arms and taking her by surprise,lowered his head and kissed her, a joining of lips and teeth and tongues. He clasped her hips and pulled her flush against him. His unmistakable arousal fueled her own excitement, creating a rush of moist heat between her thighs.
    As he backed her to the bed then laid her down, Lizzie didn’t dare ask him why the change of heart. She only knew that he was here, kissing her neck, her breasts, preparing to give her what she needed, and apparently what he needed, too.
    Maybe that was all it was, just primal need, at least for Jack. She could easily need more from him but she wouldn’t fall into that sinkhole. She did need to tell him one very important thing.
    When his hand traveled down her hip and curled to the inside of her thigh, Lizzie stopped him by clasping his wrist. “Jack, I have something to say.”
    He lifted his head and stared at her. “You want me to stop?”
    She chewed her bottom lip, searching for a way to say what she had to say without sounding like an imbecile. “No, I don’t want you to stop, but you might find this a little odd.”
    â€œTry me.”
    â€œYou remember when you asked me about the father of my child?”
    â€œYeah, I remember.”
    â€œWell, I don’t know his name.”
    â€œA one-night stand?”
    â€œNo, it actually took three times.”
    He frowned. “I’m not following you, Lizzie.”
    â€œIt took me three times to get pregnant. And I don’t know his name but I do know his number.”
    â€œHis phone number?”
    â€œHis lot number. J–34571. I’ve never met him, but I know his sperm intimately.”
    â€œAre you saying you were—”
    â€œArtificially inseminated. I wanted a baby but I didn’t have any prospects. So there you have it, I don’t know my baby’s father and I never will. That’s the way I want it.”
    Jack’s features softened. “To tell you the truth, Lizzie, I’m kind of relieved.”
    Lizzie grinned. “You are?”
    He returned her smile. “Yeah. I was a little worried that you weren’t being completely honest with me. I thought you might even have a boyfriend or husband waiting for you back