Page 16 of Fake Engagement Arrangement (Wilde Billionaire Brothers #1)

Touching Mollie again stirred every cell in Jago’s body into throbbing excitement.

He ached for her with a bone-deep need that had pulsed in his flesh for two long years.

His mouth devoured hers like he was unable to get enough of its sweet taste, one he had not forgotten.

Her mouth was soft and pliable beneath his, her murmurs of encouragement making him as hard as stone.

His hands were on her hips, holding her to his pounding need, relishing in the feel of her so close.

He entered her mouth on a deep sigh of pleasure—or was it relief?

He could barely get his thoughts in any sort of order.

All he wanted was to lose himself in the nectar of her mouth, to feel her tongue dancing and duelling with his.

Mollie wound her arms around his neck and began to play with the ends of his hair, and a wave of electrifying pleasure flowed through him. Her touch was magic to him; he had never forgotten the way she could turn him on with a simple look or touch.

Jago deepened the kiss, groaning against her pillow-soft lips, wanting all of her. His hands moved up to gently shape her breasts, and she murmured her approval against his lips.

He eased back to look down at her. ‘I want to touch you all over.’

He lowered his mouth back to hers in a lingering kiss, his hands sliding under her pyjama top, his senses going wild as he touched the gentle slopes of her breasts.

Her nipples were tight buds, and he took his mouth from hers to take each in his mouth, licking, tasting, teasing her flesh into even tighter points.

Mollie’s hands tugged at his trouser fastening, and his heart raced with excitement. He loved how enthusiastic she was about making love with him. In record time they were both naked, and he drank in the sight of her body, his blood pounding through his body with anticipation.

He ran his hands over her from her shoulders to her hips, tugging her closer so she could feel his need against her belly. ‘You drive me to distraction. I want you like I want no one else.’

Mollie reached between their bodies and stroked his length, and he groaned in delight.

He slipped his hand down to her most female of flesh, and within seconds she was falling apart, gasping and arching her spine as she orgasmed.

When it was finally over, she looked at him in a dazed manner, her eyes wide, her mouth open, her breathing ragged.

‘Good?’ Jago asked with a smile.

‘Fast and furious and fabulous,’ Mollie said, her cheeks a soft rose-petal pink.

How could he not feel a measure of pride in being able to pleasure her so quickly?

Her responsiveness to him was so delightful, and it heightened his pleasure.

‘I need to get a condom.’ He let her go just long enough to grab a condom from his wallet, applying it with haste as his need for her hummed and throbbed in his blood.

Jago took her by the hand and led her to the bed, coming down on top of her with a sigh of pure bliss.

It was like coming home after a long journey.

Her arms went around him, her legs opening to welcome him.

He entered her with a guttural groan that sounded almost primal, the silky tightness of her wrapping around him, sending him wild.

But his need for her was primal: it had driven him crazy for the last two years.

He had missed her so damn much—the taste of her, the feel of her in his arms, the spine-tingling chemistry they had together.

He began to thrust, slowly at first, allowing her time to get used to him again, but Mollie arched her spine and bucked her hips, making whimpering noises, urging him to speed up.

He drove harder and faster, losing himself in the tight grip of her body, his senses reeling as his need for release built like a rising tide.

He slipped one of his hands between their rocking bodies, teasing the swollen wet nub of her clitoris until she fell apart again.

He let himself go with her, her body’s contractions around him intensifying his enjoyment.

Every muscle in his body tensed, then he finally exploded, spilling his essence…

and then a wave of peace and calm flowed through his entire body, leaving him spent and relaxed against her.

Jago couldn’t move. Didn’t want to move.

He was enjoying the feel of Mollie’s arms around him, her soft hands stroking the small of his back and then sliding over his buttocks.

It was like she was rediscovering his contours, her hands shaping him as he had shaped her.

If only they could stay in this intimate bubble, where no one else could intrude.

But he had to get to the manor and deal with whatever reaction his grandfather would have to him bringing home his runaway fiancée.

Jago was still putting together the complicated pieces of the puzzle that was Mollie.

Her need to protect and provide for her half-brother had been the focus of her life since childhood.

How had he not found out about her background before now?

The truth, not what she had chosen to tell him.

Mollie had locked him out of her real-life circumstances, and yet she had claimed to love him.

But you’ve told her nothing about your childhood.

Jago’s conscience reminded him of how many times he had locked her out of any discussion about his own history.

Wasn’t it time to let her know a little bit of what it had been like to lose his parents?

But he hated being vulnerable. Maybe he was more like his grandfather than he wanted to admit, but he had always been taught that being vulnerable was a weakness.

His grandfather had drummed it into Jago and his brothers: it would give people a tool to exploit you if you showed them your feelings.

So Jago had locked his away and denied or ignored them.

Jago finally eased his weight onto his elbows to look at Mollie. ‘Am I too heavy for you?’

Mollie looked up at him as if she couldn’t believe he was real. Her hand came up and stroked his jaw just as she used to do in the past. ‘No.’ She gave a soft sigh and looked at his mouth, then traced around it with her index finger, making his lips tingle and a hot shiver shimmy down his spine.

Jago brushed a strand of her hair back from her face.

Then he captured one of her hands and brought it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her fingertips, his eyes holding hers.

‘Forgive me for thinking you were a gold-digger. I’m annoyed at myself for insulting you like that, when all the time you were trying to take care of your brother. ’

A flicker of pain went through her gaze, and her mouth twisted in a rueful fashion. ‘I should have told you the truth before, but I hate talking about my childhood. It’s retraumatising.’

‘I get it,’ Jago said, stroking his finger down the ski slope of her nose. ‘I hate talking about mine too.’

Her eyes moved back and forth between each of his like she was searching for the real him. Like she could see right into his soul. Like she could see every painful feeling he had locked away inside himself.

‘Do you ever talk to your brothers about your parents?’ Her voice was soft, tiptoe soft as if she knew she was treading on territory that was intensely painful for him.

Jago laced his fingers with hers. ‘Rarely, if ever. Our grandfather forbade us as children to talk about them. He thought it would make us stronger if we just accepted that they were gone and moved on with our lives.’

‘So you weren’t allowed to grieve?’

‘Nope.’

‘Did you go to the funeral?’

‘Only Jack and I went. Jonas was considered too young at only three. But once the wake was over, we were forbidden to talk about our parents to each other, our grandmother or anyone.’

‘Not even to your grandmother?’ Shock rippled through her tone.

‘My grandfather told us it would upset her too much, but looking back now, I think she would have benefited from talking about them. She, like us, was unable to grieve the way she needed to. She had a mental breakdown a couple of years later. She didn’t leave the house for months.’

‘Your grandfather has lot to answer for.’ There was a hard edge to Mollie’s voice, and a frown pulled at her forehead.

‘He’s got his faults, certainly, but I suspect he was so grief-stricken himself, allowing us to talk about our parents would have made it harder for him to carry on,’ Jago said. ‘He had to suddenly raise his grandchildren, comfort his wife and take over my father’s business as well as his own.’

‘You’re very forgiving. What you’ve described is emotional abuse.’

Jago grimaced at the uncomfortable truth of her observation.

‘I know, but it was a different time back then, and now that I’ve been overseeing his business affairs, I realise he was under an enormous amount of pressure.

’ He moved away so he could dispose of the condom, then standing beside the bed, held out a hand to her. ‘We need to get a move on.’

Mollie put her hand in his, and he pulled her to her feet.

Jago couldn’t resist wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.

He breathed in the scent of her hair, the fragrance of her skin, his lower body thickening all over again.

Would he ever stop wanting her? His body still tingled from making love with her, his blood running feverishly hot as her pert breasts pushed against his chest.

‘Jago?’

He gently stroked the back of her head. ‘Mm?’

Mollie leaned back to look up at him, longing shining in her eyes. ‘Do we have time for one more kiss?’

Jago smiled and brought her even closer to the pounding need of his body. ‘Just the one.’ And he lowered his head and covered her mouth with his.