Page 31 of Chosen By a Billionaire (Rags to Romance #24)

Jayda already had a good idea why they weren’t going straight to his father’s estate, but to a condo Harrison owned in Portland instead, and she was pleased for more than the reason he had in mind.

It would give her a chance to get comfortable with Harrison again before she met his family. She thought it was a win-win.

But she had no idea just how starved Harrison was for her again.

As soon as they entered his condo, he slammed Jayda’s back against the front door and began kissing her passionately.

Then he carried her to his bedroom and undressed her and undressed himself so quickly that he had her on his bed within seconds of carrying her to his room.

Jayda knew this was not the way that either one of them had expected their reunion to go, but she could feel in his kiss on the tarmac and could see in his eyes how badly he wanted her. She wanted him too. There was no denying that. But his want, his need for her, was on a different level.

Harrison knew it too. That was why he was kissing her hard as soon as they laid their naked bodies on that bed.

And when he moved to her neck, and to her breasts where he spent several minutes there alone, he knew it was going to be a long session.

He wanted to eat every inch of her. And when he got between her thighs, that was exactly what he did.

He couldn’t get enough of her. And Jayda couldn’t stop him from getting enough of her.

Nearly fifteen minutes later, he was still making love to her down there.

And when he moved up and thrust himself inside of her, that rush of pain quickly eased into that wonderful feeling they’d been waiting to feel again.

And it was just as intense again. So much so that they made long, slow love for nearly an hour.

And when they came, they came together. It was so intense, and so explosive that neither one of them thought they could bear it. But they did. It lasted minutes on end. Until they were spent.

By the time Harrison pulled out of her and rolled off of her onto his back, there was nothing left. They just laid there.

But as he stared at her and as she stared at him, something happened to Harrison.

Where Jayda was enjoying the moment with no expectations given the way Harrison approached their relationship, Harrison was far beyond that moment.

He was for the first time seeing his future.

And she dominated it. It was a shocking revelation.

So shocking that he needed some space. He got up and headed for the ensuite bathroom.

But the way he got up, as if he was suddenly uneasy, concerned Jayda. “Harrison, are you okay?” Harrison? Where are you going?”

“Bathroom,” was all he could manage to say as he entered the ensuite and closed the door behind him.

Jayda was floored. What was wrong with that man? Being with him was like riding on a rollercoaster: up and down, up and down. But mostly down, she thought.

And that was beginning to anger her. He was behaving as if he hated what just happened when she loved it.

Were they destined to never be on the same page about anything?

She knew the only reason he had her in Maine with him was for business reasons.

She already knew that. But she couldn’t pretend that was all that was going on between them.

Even he couldn’t pretend that. But that was exactly what he seemed determined to do.

Which just irritated her. Why was he treating her like this?

He didn’t want her, fine. But he didn’t have to treat her as if she meant nothing to him.

Unless, she thought, she meant nothing to him.

When she thought of that possibility, her anger turned away from him and toward herself.

She got herself in this mess with her fantasyland ideas about a man who made clear what his intentions were.

The fact that she could never say no to him in the bedroom wasn’t his fault.

That was on her too. She created this situation. Why was she blaming him?

And that was when she gathered up her clothes, put them on hastily, and went downstairs.

His bodyguard had brought their luggage inside the condo.

She quickly placed her luggage in one of the downstairs guest bedrooms, closed the door, and took a long hot tub bath.

He saw their relationship as only business despite everything else was fine by her. She was going to treat it that way too.

After she washed every inch of Harrison off of her, and he was all over her, she dressed in a coral-colored dress that hugged all her curves, and with a black-and-white chiffon scarf to match her black-and-white heels, and then she took care of her hair, draping it down her back, and she did her makeup.

When she looked in the mirror she saw a woman that was self-assured and confident and ready to take on the world.

She wasn’t at all sure if she felt that way, but she absolutely looked that way.

And on this pretend trip, where all of her true feelings had to be suppressed if she was going to survive it, looking good meant more than feeling good.

She looked the part. That was all he could ask of her.

But since they didn’t have to be in Kennebunkport until eight-thirty that night, and it wasn’t even four-thirty yet, she knew she had a wait on her hands.

But that was still better than being upstairs with a man who kept his feelings all bottled up.

She’d rather have none, than to live like that.

She went out front, to the living room, and took a seat.

Upstairs, Harrison had taken a shower while he was in the master bathroom.

But not to wash Jayda off the way she had washed off him.

But to deal with his Jayda situation once and for all.

She was heavily on his mind. She might not have wanted to think about him, but she was all he thought about.

That was why he had gotten out of bed so abruptly and gone into the bathroom to begin with.

He had some serious thinking to do. He had decisions to make.

Although, if he were to finally be honest with himself, he'd already made them.

He put on the bathrobe in his ensuite bathroom and went back into the bedroom. When he saw that Jayda was no longer in bed and her clothes were no longer spewed around the room the way his clothes were, a panic overtook him and he quickly grabbed his TV remote and pulled up his security cameras.

When he saw her in his living room dressed and waiting for him, his heart became overwhelmed.

Because seeing her there only confirmed for him what he knew all along: she was his person.

There was no denying it. That gorgeous African-American woman sitting in his living room in her beautiful dress, her legs crossed, her sophistication evident despite her station in life, was his .

And watching her sit there so patiently, even though she was probably pissed with him and done with him, got him off of that fence he’d been straddling ever since he met her.

He grabbed his suitcoat, pulled it out of the coat pocket, and went downstairs.