The Billionaire (The Dalton Brothers 2)

Twenty-Seven

Jenner

Icouldn’t fight this for a second longer.

Jo Spade needed to be mine.

I didn’t know the ramifications of that decision, I didn’t know what our future would look like, I didn’t know how her father was going to react or how that would affect me—or us—but I had to be with her.

Because it was agonizing to be without her.

“You miss me?” she whispered.

“Those words aren’t nearly strong enough.” I gripped the armrests, so I wouldn’t reach across the table and lift her from her seat. “I understand why you didn’t tell me. I wish you had, I wish that weight weren’t between us, but I get it.” I studied her gorgeous face. “If you still want to be with me, then I need to find a way to talk to your father. I don’t want to hide this from him.” I took a deep breath. “I don’t want to hide us.” Our conversations were replaying in my head—each time she’d spoken about what she wanted and every time I’d told her it wouldn’t work.

“I put myself through hell when I walked away from you. Every single day has been a reminder of what I lost. From the meeting in your father’s office right before we left and throughout this entire trip—it’s all been fucking torture.”

Emotion filled her eyes as I said, “I don’t want to live without you, Jo.”

“Jenner … I …” She swallowed and glanced out the window, her hand moving to her chest.

A sharp pain blasted through me as I tried to read her expression, fearing that I was too late, that she’d already moved on.

But she finally looked at me and whispered, “It’s about damn time you came to your senses.”

Her eyes confirmed what she’d said.

She wanted me.

“Get over here,” I begged.

She quickly removed her seat belt and hurried over, sitting on my lap, throwing her arms around my shoulders.

I buried my face in her neck and squeezed her with all my strength, her body fitting so perfectly against mine. Holding the back of her head, I led her lips closer, moaning the second our mouths touched. I tasted her at first. Not gently. But with the desire that had been nagging through me for weeks, and when her lips parted, my tongue slipped through the opening, getting even more of her flavor.

“Fuck me,” I hissed. “I’ve been thinking about these”—I tugged at her bottom lip and her top one—“since our last trip to Utah.”

“I wish you hadn’t waited so long to kiss me.”

I held her face steady, scanning her eyes.

“I need to know that if things get hard or tough at any point, you’re not going to dismiss me again.” She clung to the back of my hand. “I need to know I’m really what you want, Jenner.”

I pressed my forehead against hers. “Relationships are foreign to me. I don’t know how to do this. I just know how I feel about you and what it feels like to not be with you.” I gripped her cheeks even tighter. “That’s something I’m never going through again.”

“You make it sound like we’re forever.”

“We are.” I leaned back, giving her my eyes, my emotions making my heart pound. “I let you go once, and it was a mistake. One that will never happen again.” My thumbs traced the tops of her cheeks. “You’re mine. Your heart, your body, your mind—all of it, all mine.” There was one more thing bursting to come out, eating at my chest with fucking claws. “I love you, Jo.”

I’d never said those words to another woman.

But I’d also never felt this way before.

I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her.

“Jenner …” Tears dripped from her eyelids, and I immediately wiped them. “I love you.”

I kissed her again, this time much harder, and when I pulled back, I surrounded her bottom lip and bit down. “I need you. Right now.” I adjusted her placement, positioning her pussy over my cock so she could feel how hard I was. “This is what you’re doing to me.”

“Here?” A bright red flush moved across her cheeks. “On Dad’s plane?”

“In the bedroom in the back.”

She took my lip into her mouth, the same way I’d just done to her, and when she released it, she said, “What are you waiting for?”

My fucking girl.

I lifted her off my lap and led her to the bedroom, closing the door behind us. It was a small space, just enough room for us to stand, with a double bed in the center and a narrow table on one side.

Once the door was locked, I slid my arms out of my suit jacket, loosened my tie, and worked on the buttons on my shirt.

She watched me from the bed, the hungriest grin on her mouth. “I’ve missed this view.” Her stare slowly dropped all the way to my feet. “I’m just appreciating it for a second.”

I could understand that.

In fact, I could give her more.

I finished the rest of the buttons and hung my shirt over the table before unlacing my shoes and stripping off my socks and pants, leaving just my boxer briefs.

“Those too,” she said, nodding at my waist.

I dropped them down my legs and fisted my cock.

“Oh fuck, Jenner.”

“Do you want this?”

She couldn’t drag her eyes away from my dick, watching as I stroked myself. “Oh God, yes.”

“Then, get naked.”

Her shirt came flying off, and so did her bra, her pants lowering and her panties coming off with them. Within seconds, she was exactly how I wanted her.

Fucking bare.

My gaze took in her curves, the palm-sized tits that I loved to suck, her toned legs opening, fingers crawling down her body, rubbing my favorite spot.

“Jesus, Jo, you’re fucking stunning.”

She brushed her fingers across her clit.