Marooned with a Millionaire by Kristi Gold Page B

home.”
    â€œNope, no boyfriend or husband. No one but me and Hank.”
    He rimmed her ear with his tongue. “Good.”
    She framed his face in her palms and forced him to look at her. “There’s one more thing.”
    â€œMake it quick.”
    Quick was good. Quick should be relatively painless. No need to beat around the bush, Lizzie decided.
    She closed her eyes, drew in a deep breath and blurted, “I’ve never made love before.”

Seven
    S he might as well have thrown him overboard.
    Never in Jack’s wildest imaginings would he have expected Lizzie’s revelation. Shock speared him as well as stupid male pride over the prospect of being her first.
    But with the realization came some heavy apprehension on Jack’s part. Not only was she pregnant, she was inexperienced, and the way he was feeling right now, barely clinging to control, he worried he might hurt her.
    Needing some distance, he rolled away from her onto his back and rested an arm over his eyes.
    â€œThis doesn’t change anything, does it?” Her voice was weak, unsure. Very un-Lizzie-like.
    â€œI don’t know. I’m thinking.”
    â€œI can handle it, Jack.”
    But could he?
    Jack dropped his arm to his side and looked at her. She’d turned to face him with her jaw propped on her palm, her expression optimistic. He had a bird’s eye view of her breasts, flushed and pretty in the morning light. He couldn’t stop his gaze from traveling over the curve of her hip and the golden V at the juncture of her thighs. Despite what he now knew, he still wanted her with every molecule of his body and being.
    She bent and planted a kiss on his neck then sent him a smile. “Lighten up, Jack. It’s not the end of the world. It’s just the end of my virginity.”
    â€œAnd you’re pregnant.”
    She sighed. “I’ve read a lot of books on pregnancy. If I honestly believed I would hurt the baby, I wouldn’t be doing this.”
    He laid his palm on her bent head as she kissed his chest. “Why me?”
    â€œWhy not you?”
    He could think of several reasons, the first being he probably didn’t deserve the honor. The second—she deserved her first time to be with a man who intended to stick around. And there was the fact that she…
    Obviously intended to torture him into submission.
    Jack’s thoughts shut off when Lizzie kept going with her kisses, straight down to his abdomen, way too close to the immediate matter taking precedence over his concerns.
    â€œThat’s far enough,” he muttered.
    Lizzie raised her head and frowned. “Why?”
    Because if she continued, her first time would be over in record time. “Take my word for it, it’s not a good idea. Now get back up here.”
    â€œPromise you won’t change your mind about seeing this through?”
    â€œAnd if I don’t?”
    She gave him another scorching kiss right below his navel. “Then I guess I’ll have to keep J.J. occupied until J.S. changes his mind.”
    The urge to deny her, to feel her mouth engulfing him, tempted Jack to withhold the promise. But this was about her. This would be for her.
    â€œI promise. Now come here.”
    She shimmied up his body and practically climbed on top of him. He clasped her neck and brought her mouth to his, kissed her with pent-up, unrestrained passion. She moved against him in a steady tempo, sending him close to the edge.
    He rolled her onto her back and rose above her to consider what he wanted to do next. What he should do next. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. Take a nice easy journey over her body with his mouth.
    As if she’d tuned in to his thoughts like some sexy psychic, she asked, “What are you waiting for?”
    Certainly not for her to give him the go-ahead. She’d done that time and again. But would taking certain liberties totally scare her off and out of his