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His lips were only inches away when she opened her mouth to speak, their gazes locked, bodies touching. “Trust me.” The two words were a breathy whisper.
He brushed his lips over hers and she gasped, needing more than just that teasing touch and hating how clear that thought was in her mind now.
“You trust me, Gracie?” he asked while lacing his other arm around her back, pressing her to him. “Say you do.”
Right now she’d say about anything if he’d just kiss her. Urgency, that’s all she could think about. The feel of her breasts pressed against his hard chest, the strength of his touch engulfing her, the throbbing of his dick against her, they were all taking center stage. With that knowledge it occurred to her that this may not be such a good idea, that mixing business with what she was certain would be fantastic pleasure held the potential to go horribly wrong. Grace didn’t give a damn; she’d never been one to deny herself pleasure. “I do,” she whispered before cursing and closing that breath of space between their lips.
CHAPTER FIVE
ITONLYTOOKseconds for the years they’d been apart to melt away. They were right back in his penthouse, on one of the many evenings he’d come home from work and they’d been unable to keep their hands off each other. But something told RJ this was going to be different.
His mouth slanted over hers; she leaned into him, touching her tongue to his. Every cell in his body came alive again, filling him from the inside out with warmth, need and satisfaction. He moaned into her, keeping his eyes closed, because if this was a dream he didn’t want to wake up. She felt just like she used to, fitting into his embrace as if they’d been specially made for each other. Moving his hand down her back, he crushed her against him until they both moaned. She’d lifted her arms, wrapping them around his neck, and now her hands were pressed to the back of his head.
Tongues and teeth, gasps and groans, mingled fiercely. All he could think was that he wanted more. It only took one step forward from him, one back from her, and she was near the sofa again. He eased his hands down past her plump ass to the backs of her thighs so he could lift her legs and wrap them around his waist. He used to love entering her this way, pumping deep and fast inside her until she cried out his name. As if he were taking that memory seriously, his hips were thrusting, his thick erection pressing against her like they’d already removed their clothes and decided to have sex.
But they hadn’t. It wasn’t even something he’d considered when he found her at the bar a while ago. He’d only searched her out to tell her that she had to leave, because that’s what he wanted, for Grace to go away. Again...didn’t he?
She tore her mouth from his, and both of them breathed heavily at the temporary respite. He continued nibbling along her chin, dragging his tongue down the line of her throat when she tilted her head back. Last night that heart pendant had been right there, at this hollow spot. He licked there feverishly, loving the faint hint of the floral-scented perfume she’d no doubt sprayed on her neck after showering this morning. Her ass was so soft beneath his hands, and he squeezed each cheek loving the way she pressed her pussy into him as if she was as hungry for him as he was for her.
As if she wanted him again. When she hadn’t before. That thought had him going still. The sound of their heavy breathing almost beat out the sound of his thumping heart as every word she’d spoken to him last night and just moments ago circled like a brewing storm in his mind. Grace was back, but not for him. She’d come to this island to write a story about his family, not to pick up where they left off. She was a journalist, so that made sense. This—his hands on her ass, mouth on her skin, the same pulsing need for her he’d always had—did not.
She must’ve been thinking the same thing because as he slowly released his hold on her, she hurried to put distance between them, smoothing down her dress as he turned away, trying desperately to calm the rage of emotion soaring through him.
Nowhere in her planner did it say “kiss RJ,” or rather, “let RJ make you weak with need.” No, Grace was absolutely certain she’d never written any such thing.
She was meticulous about her schedule, jotting down every step of her day in one of her many planners. She scheduled everything from the time she would wake up to how many USB drives she packed as backups for her backups. She could, admittedly, be a little intense about planning and more than a little wanton when it came to RJ Gold.
He had his back to her now as he stood across the room opening a bottle of water. She felt like a schoolgirl who’d been sneaking around, hoping the principal wouldn’t open the door and catch her. Because she’d been caught skipping class more times than she could remember during high school, there was real mortification to the thought that someone could have come into the cabana while RJ’s very clever mouth had been making her moan.
“I’ve gotta get going. Riley has us scheduled for a lunch and hiking thing.” He didn’t turn to face her but took a deep swallow from the water bottle.
Okay, so they weren’t going to talk about what just happened. Cool. Great. That worked for her.
“Yeah, I should get going, too. I have another interview scheduled with Veronica later this afternoon, just before dinner with the family, I guess. And I need to go back to my room to do some more research.”
“What did she tell you?” He did turn to face her then.
She’d been about to lift a hand to check her hair but now that he was staring at her, she changed her mind. “We only had a short time to speak this morning because Tobias woke up early and wanted to have breakfast with her. So we just talked about how she and Tobias met.”
“How did you link up with her? Do you two know each other?” RJ looked pretty perplexed as he questioned her, and she wondered if his confusion was solely related to meeting with Veronica.
“Her stepson from a previous marriage is a freelance photographer I’ve worked with on stories a couple times. He gave me her number and I called her.”
“And she agreed to tell you all of her husband’s business, just like that?” He sounded incredulous, and she had to admit it did seem unbelievable, but it was true.
“I told her exactly what I wanted and she agreed. She said it was high time people knew what they were talking about when they referred to the feud.” And Grace had been elated at having the close, personal insight into Tobias King.
“I’m gonna talk to her,” he said, and Grace eyed him cautiously.
“If I don’t write this story, RJ, someone else will. And if Veronica has something to say, she’ll say it to me or the next person.”
He didn’t immediately respond.
“You know I’m right,” she said after a few seconds of silence.
The heated glare he’d given her just before that kiss was gone. Now he was giving her the look he most often carried during business hours. The scrutinizing facial expression that said he was determined to be in control and there was nothing she could do about it. But Grace had already offered RJ all the control she could give him. He could either take it or leave it.
With that thought she grabbed her bag and pushed the straps up onto her shoulder. “I’d gladly show you my work, let you in on this story every step of the way, but if you don’t want that, it’s fine. Just know that I’m not backing down. No matter how good that kiss felt.”
