He’s right.
It would have been futile. No man in the world could compare to him. And that was before I knew his true identity.
I run my palms over his pecs. Approval flickers across his handsome features.
I swallow hard. I’m not a jealous woman, but the thought of him with another woman makes me feral. I blame the hormones. His PA, Belle, is utterly stunning. ‘Did anyone…?’ Ugh! I can’t even bring myself to say the words.
His irises darken, and his lips tip up in a smirk. ‘The only person who touched me—was me, Irish. I beat myself fucking senseless thinking about your tight perfect pussy,’ he growls. ‘After what we had in the Caribbean, how could anyone compare?’
‘Ditto,’ I whisper.
‘Why did you run out on me, Irish?’ His eyes narrow.
‘Because I hate goodbyes,’ I whisper.
‘Liar. There’s more to it than that.’
He’s perceptive; I’ll give him that. There will be no hiding anything from him, so, in true Beckett style, I opt for deflectioninstead. ‘Is that any way to speak to the mother of your child?’
He dips his head forward and traces my lips with his tongue. ‘Tell me the truth, and I’ll make the mother of my child come, right here, right now.’
‘And if I don’t?’ I cock my head.
He slides his hand beneath my dress, fingers skimming over my inner thigh, sending goosebumps rippling in every direction. When he meets the naked junction between my legs, he hisses. I’m still soaked for him. Always have been. Probably always will be. ‘Then I’ll tease you.’ He slides a finger slowly over my slit. ‘Until you tell me any damn thing I want to know.’
He works my clit with his thumb, and I moan, placing my hands on the island behind me to steady myself. ‘Tell me why you ran,’ he repeats, as his fingers slow to a stop.
‘Asshole,’ I hiss.
‘I’ll play with that too, if you like.’ He chuckles, long and low. ‘Shall I tell you what I think?’ He’s smirking at me. Actually smirking. ‘I think you ran out on me because if you didn’t, you’d have caved and given me your number.’
I blow out a breath. He’s sharp as well as sexy. Still, given all he’s achieved he’d have to be.
‘If you know so much, why are you asking?’ I drink in his chiselled cheekbones. That strong square jawline, sharp enough to slice steel, and those cool blue eyes that are hot enough to melt my insides.
‘I want to hear you say it. I want you to tell me that I wasn’t the only one who caught feelings. I want you to tell me you thought about me every damn fucking day, and all night too—the way I thought about you.’ His hand drifts under my dress again, skimming over my skin. I need so much more.
‘Fine.’ I roll my eyes at him. ‘I snuck out because yes—I was dangerously close to giving you my number. And I refuseto pine over a man who lives on the other side of the planet. A man who’d never be mine—not really.’
His eyes glint with satisfaction, and he rewards me with his fingers. ‘I’m yours, Zara. And you are mine.’ His lips claim mine again, hot and heady and commanding as he works me with his hands. The man is gifted. He knows exactly what I need. My thighs tighten as his thumb rolls over my clit, again and again and again. Heat spreads like wildfire over my skin, and my release shimmers on the horizon. He tears his mouth from mine and sinks two fingers into my centre, hitting the sensitive spot deep inside. ‘Come for me,’ he commands.
And I do—violently. My orgasm shakes my entire body, and my blood turns to lava, until I blow, clinging onto his shoulders hard enough to mark his skin. A satisfied smirk curls his lips.
‘Stay with me tonight. I’m nowhere near finished with you.’
The air thickens.
My heart skips a beat as I draw in ragged breaths.
I should say no.
I should create space.
I should take time to get my head around the fact that this man is technically my family’s enemy, my business client, the father of my child, and the biggest complication of my entire life.
But instead…
I nod.
