Alpha Billionaire’s Bride, Part Two (BWWM Romance Serial) by Mia Caldwell Page B

remaining half in his
fingers and slowly leaned forward, moving in close to her.
    He held out the strawberry. It nearly touched her lips.
“Would you like a taste? They’re very sweet and juicy.”
    Unthinking, she licked her lips. She couldn’t miss the way
he watched her tongue. She opened her mouth and he held the strawberry as she
bit it away from the stem. A tiny drop of juice spilled down her lower lip, and
Ian scooped the droplet up on his fingertip.
    She chewed the sweet fruit slowly as Ian offered his finger
to her. Did she dare? Her insides had gone haywire, nerve endings misfiring,
pinging around her body, her brain gone foggy as she found herself caught in
Ian’s gaze.
    Heaven help her, she was going to dare.
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    JADA WRAPPED HER SMALL HAND around Ian’s, achingly aware of
how large his hand was compared to hers. With a seductiveness she didn’t know
she possessed, she drew his hand forward and licked the droplet off, then
gently sucked the tip of his finger into her mouth. Mmm. He hadn’t lied when he
said it was sweet.
    Ian watched her lips purse around his finger. He made a
noise, a slight one that was barely audible, a deep bass rumble edged with the
understanding of shared desire. He pulled his finger out of her mouth and
traced the edge of her trembling lips.
    He wanted her. She wanted him. And it seemed like this had
been coming for hours and hours. Ready ... set ... go.
    He set their glasses aside and pulled her into his arms.
Then he kissed her and she wrapped her own arms around his wide shoulders and
gave herself up to his demands.
    And they were demands. His kiss was intense, all-consuming,
leaving no doubt he’d take what he wanted. His passion pushed Jada’s own
desires to new levels. He held her tightly, her chest crushed against his, and
while one of his hands controlled her behind her neck, his other squeezed her
around the waist.
    It was like being whirled up in an unstoppable force, and it
should have frightened her, his strength, his implacable will, demanding her
surrender. But whatever fright Jada felt was from her own need soaring to
unprecedented levels within seconds of Ian’s lips claiming hers.
    He kissed her until she was breathless, then he blazed a
path of kisses over her jaw and down her sensitive neck. His warm breath raised
goosebumps on her arms and she ran her fingers through his silky hair, tangling
and tugging where it was longest.
    She flung her head back and gave herself over to his kisses,
to the tickling flicks of his tongue on her earlobe that made her sigh and
moan. Then he raised up, released his hold on her and, gently holding her face
in both of his big hands, he looked into her eyes.
    “Look at me,” he commanded, and she couldn’t have ignored
him even if she’d wanted.
    She locked her gaze onto his. Jada didn’t think, or move, or
wonder what it meant. She simply felt the moment, felt his alpha heat, the
potency of his hunger, of her own, and she understood on a soul-deep level that
whatever they did, it would be together, whatever he wanted, she would also
want, whatever he took, she would freely give.
    His tongue flicked out and he licked quickly over the line
of her lips. He released her face and leaned back.
    His speech came deep and gravelly, his blue eyes flashing
and fierce. “I want to watch you unbutton every single one of those little
buttons on your dress. Do it now.”
    Her palms went instantly damp and something twisted down low
in her belly. She reached for the top button. It was tiny and slick in her
fingers, causing her to struggle to push the pearl through the fabric loop.
    Then it popped free, and Ian watched with a predator’s gleam
in his eye as one by one, she worked her way down the front of her dress.
    She never looked away from Ian, and sometimes he spared a
moment from watching her hands and met her eyes, always at the right moment,
just when Jada’s courage began to falter, when self-consciousness