The Billionaire (The Dalton Brothers 2)

Two

Joanna

Jenner was nothing but trouble.

I’d learned that the moment I’d taken a seat in the sportsbook, fate somehow placing me next to this delicious man. Every word, every expression, every visual dip he made down my body only tempted me more.

It didn’t help that he was positively gorgeous.

Even through his clothes, his broad shoulders and the outline of muscles in his arms told me he had a body I wouldn’t be able to stop touching. Perfect lips surrounded his straight white teeth, followed by a path of thick, dark stubble. He had a small, pointed nose and emerald eyes that were wickedly sinful and extremely dominant.

Dominant like his personality—something I’d never experienced before in a man, but I was quickly learning it was a trait I couldn’t stay away from.

No matter how many times I attempted to get up, the heat in my body forced me to stay seated. A heat that stirred a storm of sensations, a humming of tingles.

A burning need that trumped every warning sign in my head.

Each sign signaling more trouble.

“If I kissed you right now, would you stop me?”

His words were simmering in my chest, his eyes so incredibly dangerous that it was making my blush grow deeper.

The spot between my legs was pulsing.

Throbbing.

Oh God, what is happening?

“No, I wouldn’t stop you,” I whispered, unable to speak any louder.

My reply hadn’t been prepared; it hadn’t been thought out.

The spontaneity a mistake the moment I realized he was moving closer.

His palm cupped my cheek, his fingers moving into my hair, and he was pulling me toward him.

He didn’t slam his mouth into mine, like I’d expected.

He closed the gap, leaving an inch between us instead.

As though he was teasing himself.

As though he was preparing for how I was going to taste.

“I’ve been staring at this one.” His thumb pulled at my bottom lip. “Thinking how badly I want to bite it.”

I forgot that we were in a casino.

That we were surrounded by his family and friends.

That there was a massive wall of TVs and games and bets happening around us.

I could only focus on him.

This feeling in my body.

This urge that was controlling me in a way I hadn’t ever experienced.

I sucked in a deep breath. “Then, what’s stopping you?”

“The second I taste you, I’m going to want more. I’m a greedy motherfucker, Jo. I won’t be able to stop with a kiss …”

These were promises, not lies.

His eyes confirmed that.

Would one taste be enough?

I knew that answer.

In fact, every part of me could feel that answer.

“So, what are you going to do, Jenner?”

I held in my breath.

Waiting.

Longing.

“Follow me to my room.”

He wasn’t asking.

Did I want him to?

My skin was scorching, each swipe of his thumb igniting a new flame.

“Now?”

“Yes.” He stood, towering over me, making me feel so tiny in this chair. “Right now.”

He held out his hand for me to grab.

The second our fingers linked, a bolt of energy passed through me. I almost jumped from how strong it was.

There was only one place my feet were going to lead me.

There was no sense of even trying to talk myself out of this, to try to delay going to his room.

Having sex with this man was inevitable.

Because, in this moment, I belonged to Jenner.