Cameron, Paige - The Billionaire Cowboy Takes a Wife (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (5 page)

“I want only you.”

“Why?”

His lip curved into that sexy smile that made her heart trip. “I’ll explain, later.” His husky voice made her toes curl.

When his food arrived, he moved to the other side and ate quickly. Neither one said anything else. After paying the bill, he took her arm and led her to the car. “We’ll be just in time.

They stopped in front of a nondescript building. A sign, Matthews and Company, hung on the wooden front door.
Jackson
rang the bell. Shortly, the door was opened by a burly man in a dark suit.

“Mr. Matthews is expecting you. Follow me.” He led them down a well-lit, wide corridor and then into a bright room with cases of shiny jewelry. Paintings of nature, wild seas, a sunset over the desert, and other magnificent scenes were hung on the mahogany walls.

A tall, thin man with an equally thin mustache stepped forward to greet them. He reminded Samantha of an English butler. “It is good to see you, Mr. Stone. This must be your lovely fiancée.”

“Yes, Mr. Matthews. This is Samantha Riley, soon to be Mrs. Stone.”

“Welcome,” Mr. Matthews greeted her and led them to a corner where two chairs sat on either side of a small Chippendale table.

Samantha glanced around. All the furniture appeared to be antiques. Soft music played in the background, and a teapot and two cups sat on the table beside a plate of brownies.

“Please help yourself. I will bring the choices I’ve picked out from your description of what you want. If none of them please Miss Riley, I’m sure we’ll have others that will tempt her.” Smiling, he bowed and walked briskly across the room and behind a long curtain.

“This is not like any jewelry store I’ve ever been in,” Samantha said.

“Mr. Matthews has a select clientele,”
Jackson
said. He was watching her closely.

“See what I mean. It’s all this.” She swung out her hands.

“Relax. Believe me, it will work out fine.”

Samantha started to speak, but Mr. Matthews was back. He laid out a black velvet tray with at least ten rings sparkling against their background. She gasped at their beauty.

“Is there one specific ring you’d like to try?” Mr. Matthews asked.

She raised her eyes to
Jackson
. He studied her expression for a minute and then looked at the rings. “This one with the champagne diamonds and this more traditional one are my favorites. Which do you favor, Samantha?”

One ring had an oval champagne diamond in the center surrounded by two rows of regular diamonds. The other had a large round diamond surrounded by smaller round diamonds and baguettes on the side.

“They’re both beautiful. You decide,
Jackson
.”

“We’ll take this one.” He slid the champagne diamond ring onto her finger. “A perfect fit.” Looking at her, he held her hand clasped tightly in his. “The color reminds me of your hair.”

“Thank you, Mr. Matthews. Please have your assistant show Miss Riley to my car, and we’ll take care of business.”

“Certainly, this way Miss Riley.”

“Don’t forget to shop on the way home,”
Jackson
said softly as she started to walk away. He pulled her to him and stooped to kiss her. “I’ll expect more of a thank-you when I get home.”

Shaken by his words, she hurried out of the room with the assistant, walking quickly to catch up with her.

Chapter Four

Samantha hung the dress she’d found, in a small shop near
Jackson
’s townhouse, in the closet. She hoped she hadn’t made a mistake. The dress caught her eye in the window and had fit perfectly. Still, she knew she was playing with fire. It wasn’t a dress to go unnoticed. Shrugging, she gathered her underclothes and towel and headed to
Jackson
’s shower. She thought she’d have plenty of time to have a quick wash in that gorgeous bathroom before he arrived.

She lathered her hair then stood, letting the warm water rinse over her head and flow along her body. A movement caught her eye. She stared as a naked
Jackson
opened the shower door to join her.

“I couldn’t resist. You looked so delectable standing here like a water nymph with your back arched and water cascading over those curves.”

Stunned, Samantha couldn’t say a word. She hadn’t seen him in a bathing suit in years, just jeans and cowboy shirts which hinted at but didn’t show the six-pack, wide shoulders, and lean hips leading to a large cock pointed in her direction.

“Get out. We’re not married yet.” The low tone of her wavering voice didn’t sound like she really wanted him to get out. In fact, a part of her wanted him to stay very much. Although she’d never given much thought to the idea of being naked with Jackson, suddenly she found herself unable to look away or move back from his enticing body.

His hands slid through her wet hair and pulled her face closer. “We will be, soon.” His lips descended and ravished her mouth. This was the first intimate kiss they’d ever shared. Pressed wet and naked against
Jackson
as he kissed her senseless, her body melted against his rock-hard muscles. His tongue tangled with hers, while his arms held her snug. His cock caught between them. There was no doubt to what he had in mind. It was sex. To her surprise, she realized she craved him as much as he appeared to desire her. Perhaps sex with
Jackson
would be different. He slid one of his hands across her side to her breast, and his thumb rubbed her nipple, while his other hand rubbed across her buttocks. The sheer delight of Jackson’s hands caressing her body made all of Samantha’s thoughts fly straight out of her head.

All her awareness was centered on the man holding her, his heated body, and the needy feeling growing inside her. His lips left her mouth and trailed across one cheek. He soon nibbled on her earlobe, and then kissed the skin between her neck and shoulder. His cock throbbed against her hip each time his lips pressed to her skin. Her pussy gushed with the need he aroused with only several well-placed kisses. She wanted him more and more. His fingers moved down to her lower lips and caressed her clit. She threw her head back and moaned. Hunger flashed through her.

He reached to the side of the shower and opened a condom package. In her surprise, she’d never noticed him put it there. She watched while he quickly put it on, silently urging him to hurry.

“Open your legs and put your arms around my neck,” he said. Then he picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Holding her with one arm, he moved his cock to the very wet slit of her pussy and started to enter.

Samantha’s inner walls throbbed with desire. She moved to accommodate his large cock, and he pushed all the way inside her body. She tightened around him, enticing him to sink even deeper. Her mouth clamped on his. She sucked on his tongue while he pushed her to the tile wall and took her slow and easy, almost drawing all the way out before sinking his wide cock in deeper. Sensitive nerves she’d never known she had pulsed for more. His hand slipped between them as he found her clit, again. Each stroke across the sensitive nub, as he pushed his cock to the end of her pussy, was gloriously driving her pleasure higher and higher. His breath came in gasps against her throat, and each penetration of his cock sent tingles like lightning bolts through her body. She met his every thrust even as he moved faster and faster. Finally the ache exploded into unbelievable euphoria. Almost immediately, he pushed his cock hard and deep one last time. She heard him yell her name right before he stiffened and fell against her.

Gasping for breath, she glanced around and saw their intertwined bodies reflected back to her from several directions.
Jackson
’s tan skin next to her slightly paler complexion, his golden-brown hair shining in the glow from the overhead light. Gradually, he let her legs slide to the shower floor. He bent his head.

“Are you all right?”

She laid her head against his chest where his heart still pounded. After taking several more deep breaths, she looked at him. “I think so.”

He smiled. “Now you look much more like a happily engaged woman.”

“Is that what this was about? Getting me ready to impress your friends with how crazy I am about you?” She glared at him.

“What do you think?” He picked up the soap from the floor and began to wash his body. “I’ll finish quickly and let you have the room to yourself.” He turned to rinse and soon stepped out, drying and wrapping a towel around his middle. He walked to the door. “I’ll shave after you’ve gone to your room. By the way, there is a private bath connected to your bedroom, in case you didn’t notice. Don’t use mine again unless you want a repeat performance.”

Samantha shivered even with the warm water flowing over her heated body. She wanted to cry but blinked the tears back. Totally confused by her body’s response and not wanting to admit she wanted more of him, she blanked the thoughts out of her mind and hurried to finish.

* * * *

Jackson
pulled on his jeans and went into his study. He needed a good stiff drink. After pouring bourbon into his glass, he prowled around the room. He hadn’t meant to move so quickly. He’d been planning on giving her more time. Still, when he saw her in the shower, her body reflected on the various mirrors, his brains cells burned up and all attention went to his pulsing, hungry cock.

He’d have stopped if she’d said no. She didn’t. Her soft curves molded to his body. Her mouth, sweet as candy kisses, increased his hunger tenfold. And when he slid into her hot, wet pussy and she clamped tighter around him, he thought he’d died or was going to the way his heart pounded.

She wanted him. She just wasn’t ready to admit her feelings. She was his. He’d never let her out of her bargain. She might as well get used to it. He heard his bedroom door open and her door shut.

His cock had hardened at the mere thought of her. He’d been waiting for her to leave his room. If he’d seen her naked again, even partially, he didn’t trust himself not to take her to bed and ravish that delectable body one more time. He’d better go dress for the dinner.

Thirty minutes later, he knocked on her door.

“I’ll be right out.”

Samantha opened the door, and his breath caught somewhere between his chest and throat. She wore a bronze-colored cocktail dress that clung to every sweet curve and came close to matching her sherry-colored eyes. High-necked and long-sleeved, it hinted at what seductive pleasures lay underneath. The skirt flared just above her knees. Gold sandal heels completed the outfit. He raised his head to look at her shiny fall of golden hair that curled around her face and down over her shoulders.

“I’m afraid all the wonderful makeup that the lady applied to make me look good came off in the shower.” She blushed and looked down.

His finger tipped her face up. “You look beautiful with makeup or without.” His fingers ran through the silk strands of hair. “Let’s go over to your mirror. I have something to add to your outfit.” She hesitated before turning and walking briskly across the room to the dresser. He held in his gasp. Her dress was backless all the way to the slight curve above her sexy derriere. Hot desire kicked him in the stomach. He was almost afraid to touch her for fear he’d go right up in smoke.

She glanced at him. “Do you like my dress?”

“Too much. I’m afraid I’ll have to beat off the men when you walk into the private dining room downstairs.” He stepped behind her and brushed her hair aside to place a chain around her neck. He handed her a box with matching earrings.

Her hand brushed across the cool, oval diamond where it lay just between her breasts. “I can’t accept such an expensive gift.”

He kissed the side of her forehead. “Of course you can. People will expect to see such gifts to my fiancée from me. You do want this to appear to be a regular engagement, don’t you?”