Give Me More--A Sexy Billionaire Romance by A.C. Arthur (detective books to read txt) 📕

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.”

She started toward the front of the cabana, but his hand on her arm stopped her from reaching for the material to let herself out.

“It felt good for me, too.”

It was a quiet admission that sent a flush of warmth over her skin. Telling her that wasn’t easy for him. RJ didn’t like admitting any weakness—and kissing her when he was angry with her for being here in the first place was definitely a weakness. One she hadn’t counted on.

Maybe it was time for her to make a partial admission as well. “I don’t want to hurt you. I never did.”

He shook his head with a quick jerking motion. “I don’t want to talk about the