Marooned with a Millionaire by Kristi Gold

in places she had yet to see. Maybe she should do a full body search. That thoroughly nice thought made her shiver.
    â€œIs Hannah someone special?” Her voice came out sounding like an animated version of her own, high-pitched, nervous.
    â€œYeah, she was.”
    Was? It dawned on Lizzie that maybe this Hannah person, whom she already disliked strongly, possibly broke Jack’s heart. Maybe that was why he’d takento the sea, alone. Maybe he was still pining away for the shrew.
    All the more reason to take his mind off his troubles, Lizzie decided. Of course, he hadn’t been all that cooperative. Somehow, someway, she would concoct a plan, a means to convince him that they might as well make good use of their time together. She doubted anything permanent could ever exist between them so she would settle for temporary. An affair.
    She’d never had an affair and perhaps that was why it sounded so harsh, unfeeling. Still, emotions would have to remain absent from the mix. No problem. After all, she prided herself on her sound emotional stability. So what if she cooed over kittens, cried over movies, sighed at love songs? She vowed to remain grounded.
    Remaining grounded—literally—became a chore as the boat pitched, swayed, and then pitched again. She fell forward against Jack with her breasts practically adhered to his face.
    He nudged her back and stared up at her, his palms planted firmly on her hips, his silver eyes dark and intense. “You’re dangerous, Dorothy.”
    She anchored her hands on his broad shoulders—solid strength curved against her palms. She attempted a weak smile. “I dropped the scissors behind the chair, so I’m not armed.”
    â€œYeah, you are.” His gaze homed in on her breasts. “Your body should be registered as a lethal weapon.”
    Lizzie’s body felt like a miniature grenade, readyto detonate if he so much as touched her intimately. She wished he would touch her. She wished he would give up that steel resolve and pretend for one second that she was a desirable woman.
    As if he sensed her longing, he traced a slow line with one long finger down the crevice between her breasts, exposed by the sagging placket on the shirt that was much too big. His eyes followed the movement and so did Lizzie’s. With fascination she watched his blunt fingertip move up again, then down again, tracing the chain at her neck before stopping at the middle of her chest where the button created a barrier. With little effort, he freed the button, then another, leaving the fabric gaping, leaving Lizzie winded and wanting as she’d never wanted before. An odd little sound escaped her mouth.
    He brought his gaze to her lips and his hand back to her hip, probably to push her away. Lizzie kept her eyes pinned on his, challenging him to continue. She saw a glimmer of hesitation before he parted the fabric wider then lowered his head to streak his tongue down the path his finger had taken.
    Oh my, oh my, oh my… Oh, yes.
    â€œYou’re too damn tempting,” he murmured against her chest.
    The next thing Lizzie knew, she was being swept up into Jack’s strong arms. He fell back onto the couch, bringing her across his lap. The towel had fallen away from his shoulders during the move and Lizzie took advantage of the moment while Jack took her mouth with a breath-robbing kiss. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, holding her closeagainst him while his right hand gently kneaded her breasts beneath the opening of the gaping shirt. She sent her own hand on a journey across the mat of hair on his chest, her fingertips playing his nipple much the same as he played hers. His tongue made passes between her lips almost in sync with the sway of the boat.
    Jack dropped his hand from her breast and much to Lizzie’s delight, slipped it beneath the shirt’s hem. Never before had she wanted a man so badly, wanted him to soothe the intimate