This Man Part 9

'Well, he's not a butler. I've no idea what role he plays. Trapping women for Ward, maybe.'

'Why haven't you told me this?'

'It was a disaster. I ran out when I heard his girlfriend calling him. Ward screwed and turned up at the house last night making demands.' The urgency to bring Kate up to speed has me spitting out the basic facts in a rush.

'f.u.c.k! What sort of demands?' She's shocked. She should be. It's shocking.

'I don't know. The man's an arrogant a.r.s.e. He asked me how loud I'd scream when he f.u.c.ks me.'

She spits more champagne. 'He what? f.u.c.k, Ava, he's coming over, he's coming over!' She shifts on the spot, her eyes still skipping with amus.e.m.e.nt.

Why is he here? I start planning my escape, but before my brain can even instruct my legs to move, I can feel him stood behind me; I can smell him.

'Nice to see you again, Kate.' he drawls. 'Ava?'

I remain with my back to him, knowing all too well that if I turn to acknowledge him, I'll be hauled into the hazardous place that is Jesse Ward's realm a a place where I struggle to maintain any rational thinking. I drained my reserve tank of strength last night, and I've not had a chance to replenish it yet. This is not good news. He said I wouldn't have to see him again. If I told him what he didn't want to hear, then I would never have to see him again. I met the terms of his demand, so why is he not keeping to his end of the bargain?

Kate's eyes are darting between us, waiting for one of us to say something. I certainly won't be.

'Jesse.' She nods at him. 'Excuse me. I need to powder my nose.' She places her empty on the worktop and beats feet. I mentally curse her a.r.s.e to h.e.l.l.

He circles around me so he's stood before me. 'You look stunning.' he murmurs.

'You said I wouldn't have to see you again.' I challenge him, ignoring his compliment.

'I didn't know you would be here.'

I look at him tiredly. 'You sent me flowers.'

'Oh, so I did.' A smile tickles the edge of his lips.

I don't have time for his games. He's really met his match in me. 'Please, excuse me.' I go to side step him, but he moves with me, effectively blocking my path.

'I was hoping for a tour.'

'I'll get Victoria. She'll be happy to show you around.'

'I would prefer you.'

'You don't get a f.u.c.k with a tour.' I snap.

He frowns. 'Will you watch your mouth?'

'Sorry,' I mutter indignantly. 'And put my seat back when you drive my car.'

He grin's a real boyish grin, and I'm even more furious with myself when my heart speeds up. I mustn't let him see the affect he has on me.

'And leave my music alone!'

'I'm sorry.' His eyes flicker with mischievousness. It's so b.l.o.o.d.y s.e.xy. 'Are you okay? You look a little shaky.' He reaches out, softly running his finger down my bare arm. 'Is something affecting you?'

I jerk away. 'Not at all,' I need to get off this line of conversation. 'Did you want a tour?'

'I would love a tour.' He looks pleased with himself.

On a huff, I lead him out of the kitchen and into the ma.s.sive living s.p.a.ce. 'Lounge,' I wave my hand about in the general s.p.a.ce around us. 'You've seen the kitchen,' I say over my shoulder as I walk through the open s.p.a.ce and onto the terrace. 'View,' I maintain my tired tone, hearing him laugh lightly behind me.

I lead him back through the lounge to the workout room, not saying a word as we trek through the penthouse. Jesse shakes hands, greeting various people on our travels, but I don't pause to allow him time to stop and chat. I march on in a bid to get this over with as soon as possible. d.a.m.n this place for being so big.

'Gym,' I state, walking in and abruptly leaving again when he enters. I head for the stairs, hearing him laugh behind me. I take the back-lit, onyx staircase, proceeding to open and shut doors, one at a time, while declaring what lies beyond. We reach the piece de resistance, the master suite, and I wave my hand round at the dressing room and en-suite bathroom. The place really does deserve more pa.s.sion and time than I'm devoting.

'You're an expert tour guide, Ava.' he teases, regarding one of my favourite pieces of art. 'Care to enlighten me on the artist?'

'Guiseppe Cavalli,' I toss the name at him, folding my arms over my chest.

'It's good. Is there any particular reason why you chose this artist?' He's blatantly trying to temp me into conversation.

I stare at his broad, suit covered back, his hands resting lightly in his trouser pockets, his lean legs slightly spread. My eyes are very pleased, but my brain is in a jumbled mess. I sigh and decide, wisely or not, to indulge him. Guiseppe Cavalli most definitely deserves my time and enthusiasm. I drop my arms and walk over to join him in front of the piece.

'He was known as the master of light,' I say, and he looks at me with genuine interest. 'He didn't think that the subject was of any importance. It didn't matter what he photographed. To him, the subject was always the light. He concentrated on controlling it. See?' I point to the reflections on the water. 'These rowing boats, as lovely as they are, are just boats, but see how he manipulates the light? He didn't care for the boats. He cared for the light surrounding the boats. He makes inanimate objects interesting, makes you look at the photograph in a different...well, a different light, I suppose.' I tilt my head and observe the picture. I never tire of it. As simple as it seems, the more you look at it, the more you get it.

After a few moments silence, I rip my eyes away from the canvas, finding Jesse staring at me.

Our eyes meet. He's chewing his bottom lip. I know I won't be able to say no again if he pushes this. I'm all out of willpower. I've never felt so desired than when I'm with him, and I keep trying to fool myself that the feeling is unwanted.

'Please don't.' My voice is barely audible.

'Don't what?'

'You know what. You said I wouldn't have to see you again.'

'I lied,' He's not ashamed. 'I can't stay away from you, so you do have to see me again...and again...and again.' He finishes the last part of his declaration slowly and clearly, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

I gasp, instinctively backing away from him.

'You persistently fighting this is only making me more determined to prove that you want me.' He starts slowly pursuing me, taking slow, cautious steps forward, maintaining his deep eye contact as he does. 'I'm making it my mission objective. I'll do anything.'

I stop my retreat when I feel the bed at the back of my knees. In two more strides, he'll be upon me, and the thought of imminent contact in enough to snap me out of the trance he sends me into.

'Stop,' I hold my hand up in front of me, halting him in his tracks. 'You don't even know me.' I blurt, in a desperate attempt to make him see how crazy this is.

'I know you're impossibly beautiful,' He starts towards me again. 'I know what I feel, and I know that you're feeling it too.' We're body to body now, and my heart is hammering in my throat. 'So, tell me, Ava. What have I missed?'

I try to control my rushed breaths, but with my chest heaving and my body physically shaking, I'm struggling. I drop my head, ashamed at the tears gathering in my eyes. Why am I crying? Is he enjoying reducing me to tears? This is hideous. He's so desperate to bed me, he's resorting to stalking me, and I'm crying because I'm so weak. He makes me weak, and he has no right to.

I feel his hand slide under my chin, and the warmth would be welcome, if I didn't think he was such an a.r.s.ehole right now. He tugs at my jaw to raise my head. When our eyes meet, he winces at my tears.

'I'm sorry.' he whispers softly, sliding his hand around to cup my cheek, slowly stroking the rolling tears away with his thumb. His expression is pure torment. Good. It should be.

I find my voice. 'You said you would leave me alone.' I look at him questioningly as he continues to smooth his thumb over my face. Why is he chasing me like this? He's clearly unhappy in his relationship, but it doesn't make this right.

'I lied, I'm sorry. I told you, I can't stay away.'

'You already said that you're sorry, but here you are again. Am I to expect flowers tomorrow?' I don't hide my sarcasm.

His thumb pauses and he drops his head. Now he's ashamed. But then his head lifts, our eyes connect and his gaze drops to my lips. Oh, no. Please, no. I'll never be able to stop this. He begins searching my eyes, looking for any sign that I'm going to block him. Am I? I know I should, but I don't think I can. His lips part and they slowly start lowering to mine. I hold my breath. As our lips brush, only very lightly, my body gives way, prompting my hands to fly up and bunch his jacket in my fists. He growls his approval as he moves his hands to the base on my spine and pushes my body closer to him, our lips hovering over each other, our breaths mingling. We both shake uncontrollably.

'Have you ever felt like this?' he breathes, running his lips across my cheek to my ear.

'Never,' I answer honestly. My short, gasping breath is unrecognisable.

He grips the lobe of my ear between his teeth and tugs gently, letting the flesh drag through his bite. 'Are you ready to stop fighting it now?' he whispers, tracing down the edge of my ear with the tip of his tongue, working his way back up and brushing his lips lightly over the sensitive flesh under my ear. His hot breath causes a rush of heat to crash between my thighs. I can't fight this anymore.

'Oh G.o.d,' I breathe, and his lips return to mine to hush me. He takes them gently, and I accept it, letting our tongues roll and lap together at a steady, non-urgent pace. It's too good. My whole body is on fire, and I realise my hands are aching from gripping his jacket too hard. I release them, moving them to the back of his neck to stroke the dark blonde hair on his nape.

He moans, releasing my mouth. 'Is that a yes?' He fixes me with his sludgy eyes.

I know I'm supposed to answer here. 'Yes.'

Nodding his head, only very slightly, he kisses my nose, my cheek, my forehead and returns to my mouth. 'I need to have all of you, Ava. Say I can have all of you.'

All of me? What does he mean by all of me? Mind? Soul? But he doesn't mean that, does he? No, he wants all of my body. And right now, my conscience has completely failed me. I need to get this man out of my system. He needs to get me out of his system.

'Take me.' I say quietly against his lips.

'Oh, I will.'

Keeping his lips firmly against mine, he wraps one arm around my waist and splays the other across the back of my head. Lifting me from my feet, he deepens his kiss and walks me across the room until my back is against a wall. Our tongues dance together wildly, my hands moving down his back. I want closer contact. I grab the front of his jacket and start pushing it off of his shoulders, forcing him to release his hold of me. He keeps our lips locked, stepping back slightly to give me s.p.a.ce to rid him of the obstruction to his body. I toss it on the floor, grab his shirt and yank him towards me, all my previous battling of conscious long forgotten. I have to have him.

Our bodies smash together and he pushes me up the wall, devouring my mouth.

'f.u.c.king h.e.l.l, Ava.' he pants through strangled breaths. 'You make me crazy.'

He rolls his hips, pushing his erection into me, milking a small cry from my lips. I fist my hands in his hair, moaning in invitation. This is way past stoppable now. My body has gone into cruise control, the stop b.u.t.ton lost somewhere in the land of l.u.s.t. I feel his palms rest on the front of my thighs, my dress bunched in his fists and pulled up over my waist in one swift tug. His hips roll again and I whimper. I need more. Christ, I don't know how I've resisted this. He bites my bottom lip and releases me, pulling his face away and looking me straight in the eyes. He rolls his hips again, grinding hard against my core. My head falls back on a deep moan, giving him open access to my throat, which he takes full advantage of, licking, sucking and lapping at the hollow. I could weep with pleasure. But then I hear voices coming from outside of the room and reality comes crashing down around me. What am I doing? I'm in the master suite of the penthouse, with my dress around my waist and Jesse at my throat. There are hundreds of people milling about down stairs. Someone could walk in at any moment. Someone will walk in at any moment.

'Jesse,' I pant, trying to get his attention. 'Jesse, people are coming, you have to stop.' I wriggle a little, causing his erection to hit me in just the right spot. I bang my head against the wall to try and halt the stab of pleasure it causes.

He groans, long and low. 'I'm not letting you go, not now.'

'We need to stop.'

'No.' he growls.

Oh, flipping heck. Anyone could walk through that door. 'We'll do this later.' I try and pacify him. I need to get him off of me.

'That leaves you too much time to change your mind.' He nibbles my neck.

'I won't change my mind,' I grip his jaw, pulling his face to mine so we're nose to nose. I look him squarely in his sludgy pools of green. 'I will not change my mind.'

He scans my eyes, looking for the rea.s.surance he needs, but I couldn't be any more resolute. I want this. Yes, I might have time to evaluate the situation, but right now, I'm certain I'll see this through. He's just way too tempting to resist, and G.o.d I've tried.

He kisses me hard on the lips and pulls away. 'Sorry, I can't risk it.' He scoops me up into his arms and stalks towards the bathroom.

'What? They'll want to see in there too.' He can't be serious?

'I'll lock the door. No screaming.' He looks at me on a small smirk.

I'm shocked, but I laugh. 'You have no shame.'

'No. My c.o.c.k has been aching since last Friday, I finally have you in my arms and you've seen sense. I'm going nowhere and neither are you.'

Chapter 9.

He kicks the door shut behind him, placing me between the sinks on the marble vanity unit before returning to lock the door. My dress is still bunched around my waist, my legs and knickers completely exposed.

I gaze around the vast room that I'm so familiar with, my eyes falling on the gigantic, cream, marble bath dominating the centre of the room. I smile, remembering the trauma of having to organise a crane to lift it in through the windows. It was a nightmare, but it does look spectacular. The double, open ended shower on the back wall is made up of a floor to ceiling sheeted gla.s.s and beige Travertine tiles, and the vanity unit that I've been placed on is cream, Italian marble, with two sunken sinks and large waterfall taps. A thick, gold framed, intricately carved mirror spans the entire width of the unit, and a chaise lounge sits at an angle in the window. It really is luxury embodied.

I hear the lock click into place, snapping me from admiring my work and pulling my eyes to the door, where Jesse is watching me closely. As he saunters towards me, he slowly starts unb.u.t.toning his shirt. I watch him gain on me, his mouth lax, his eyes hooded. Antic.i.p.ation has my stomach churning and my thighs clenching shut. This man is absolutely stunning.

With his final b.u.t.ton unfastened, he stands before me with his shirt draped open. I can't resist reaching up and running my finger down the centre of his hard, tanned chest. He looks down to follow my trail, placing his hands on either side of my hips, nudging his way between my thighs. As he looks at me, his lips tip at the edges and his eyes sparkle, the slight creases at the corner softening the usual intensiveness of them.

'You can't escape now.' he teases.

'I don't want to.'

'Good.' he mouths, dragging my eyes to his lovely lips.

I trail my finger back up his chest, working my way past his throat until my finger rests on his bottom lip. He opens his mouth, biting my finger playfully. I smile, continuing upwards and running my hand through his hair.

'I like your dress.' He drags his eyes down my front.

I follow his stare to the bunched up material around my waist. 'Thank you.'

'It's a bit restrictive.' He tugs at a piece of material.

'It is.' I agree. The antic.i.p.ation is killing me. Rip off the dress!

'Shall we remove it?' He c.o.c.ks a brow at me, the corners of his mouth twitching.

I smile. 'If you like,'

'Or maybe, we leave it on?' He breaks into a full on smile as he holds his hands up.