Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males (29 page)

The weight of his body pressed her into the
sheets, and she wrapped her legs around him, wanting him as close as she could
possibly get him.

“Well, well, well,” he said, pulling back.
 
“Getting a little aggressive, are you,
Princess?”
 
Then he frowned.
 
“What the hell is that?”

“What the hell is what?” Anna asked.
 
She was breathless, and frustrated that
he’d taken his mouth off hers.

“That vibrating.”

Anna tried to listen over the beating of her
own heart.
 
She didn’t hear
anything, but she
felt
something.
Something was vibrating in the bed.

She reached her hand toward the direction of
the sound, and pulled her cell phone out from under the sheets.

“Oh,” Jaxon said.
 
“I thought maybe you were trying to get
kinky.”
 
He raised his eyebrows up
and down, and then rolled his eyes, like the thought of Jaxon Hale having to
bring a vibrator into the bedroom was preposterous.

“It’s Katie,” Emma said, setting the phone down
on her nightstand.

“Are you going to answer it?” Jaxon asked,
knowing full well she wasn’t.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

The phone stopped ringing, then immediately
started ringing again.
 
And then, a
few seconds later, a text message popped onto the screen.

Anna reached for it.

“Holy shit,” she said, her eyes widening.
“Katie’s in labor.”

***

Of all the times to go into labor.
 
His sister just had to pick the exact
moment when he was about to make love to Anna.
 
Talk about bad timing.

Jaxon didn’t know how or why he’d ended up at
Anna’s house.
 
After she’d left Katie’s
baby shower, he’d felt a weird pang of emptiness.
 
It was an uncomfortable feeling, one he
wasn’t used to, and so he’d ignored it for as long as he could, flirting with
the brunette, mingling with the guests, helping Katie and Adam clean up once everyone
had left.

When Katie and Adam had gone to bed, Jaxon had
pulled out his laptop and started researching some new properties online.
 
But he couldn’t stop thinking about
Anna.
 
Her smile.
 
Those long legs.
 
That tiny little scarlet bikini.
 

 
He
felt like he was going stir crazy, so he’d left Katie’s house in search of
something to eat. All Katie and Adam had in the house was organic, free-range
bullshit, and Jaxon wanted McDonald’s.
 

But he hadn’t ended up at McDonald’s.

Instead, he drove to Anna’s neighborhood,
remembering the countless times he’d climbed up that ladder and into her
bedroom. Back in those days, he’d park his car around the corner in case her
parents happened to look outside.
 
This time, he parked right in front of the house.

But old habits die hard, and a second later
he’d found himself throwing rocks at Anna’s window.
 
He’d climbed up the ladder, hoping it
would still hold him – he’d probably put on twenty or so pounds of muscle
since he was a teenager – and then slipped into her room.

He’d loved teasing her, loved the way her body
had begun to respond to his.
 
And
then, suddenly, his sister had called.

And now he was on his way to the hospital.
 
The last place he wanted to go was the
hospital.
 
But the last thing he
wanted to do was leave Anna.
 
And so
he’d offered to drive her.

“Do you know where you’re going?” Anna asked
from the passenger seat.
 

“Of course I know where I’m going,” Jaxon
said.
 
“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know.”
 
She cleared her throat and looked out the
window.
 
“I just didn’t know if you
remembered how to get there.”

“How could I forget?”
 
He reached over and hit the button for
the sunroof. Warm air filled the car and moonlight shone down on them, making
it feel like a lazy summer night.
 
“Don’t you remember that time I had to drive you there?”

Anna nodded.
 
“I remember it because you almost
fainted.”

Jaxon frowned.
 
“I didn’t almost faint.”
 
It was a lie, of course.
 
He had almost fainted.

He remembered it like it was yesterday.
 
He’d been at Anna’s house, and she’d
been cutting a tomato for a salad.
 
Her hand had slipped, the knife slicing against her skin.
 
Jaxon had grabbed a dishtowel and
wrapped it around her hand.
 
There’d
been so much blood that it had soaked right through.
 
Jaxon grimaced now, remembering. But it
hadn’t been just the blood that had made him woozy.

It was only a cut on the hand, a couple of
stitches and she was fine.
 
But in
that instant, Jaxon realized that not only did he not want to be apart from
Anna, he didn’t want anything bad to happen to her.
 
Ever.
 
He didn’t want her to experience one
moment of pain or anger or sadness.
 
It was such a heart wrench that it had made his head light.

 
“The look on your face when you saw all
that blood…” Anna said now.
 
An
amused smile played on her lips as she gazed out the window, remembering.

“Anyway,”
Jaxon said.
 

“Oh, you don’t have to be embarrassed, Jaxon,”
Anna said.
 
“A lot of people get
anxious when it comes to things like that.”

“I wasn’t
anxious,”
Jaxon said.
 
“I don’t get anxious.”

From the cell phone holder between them, his
phone began to vibrate.
 

“Is it Katie?” Anna asked, her voice nervous.

Jaxon looked down at the caller ID.
 
The screen flashed the name Donovan
Cuban.
 
Donovan Cuban was another
developer, a big time real estate tycoon back in Los Angeles who was known as
the Donald Trump of the west coast.

Jaxon’s finger hovered over the answer
button.
 
Why would Cuban be calling
him at midnight on a Saturday night?
 
Of course, it was only nine o’clock in Los Angeles, but still –
definitely not normal business hours.
 
And even though the two men moved in the same professional circles,
they’d never done business together.
 
Not even close.

Jaxon hesitated for another moment, then sent
the call to voicemail.

“Don’t not answer on account of me,” Anna
said.
 
The streetlights were shining
through the window, illuminating her face and making her hair look like a soft
golden halo.
 

“Don’t worry,” Jaxon said.
 
“It wasn’t on account of you.”
 
He reached into the compartment between
the seats and pulled out a piece of gum, then held one out to Anna.

She shook her head.
 
“No thanks.”

Jaxon didn’t particularly want any gum either,
but he felt like he needed to keep himself busy.
 
Otherwise he was going to end up sliding
his hand onto Anna’s leg, pushing up that cute little skirt she’d changed into,
and doing God knows what to her.

“So who was calling you?” she asked.
  
Her voice was nonchalant, but
Jaxon detected a curiosity lurking beneath the surface.

Jaxon grinned.
 
“Princess, if I didn’t know any better,
I’d think you were jealous.”

“Oh, my God,” she said, rolling her eyes.
  
“And of what, pray tell, would I
be jealous of?”

“You think that was another woman.”

“No, I don’t.”
 
She shook her head.
 
“And even if it were another woman, I
wouldn’t care.”

“Even though you were just about to have sex
with me a few minutes ago?”

“I was not about to have sex with you!”
 
She turned to him on the seat, her face
flushed with indignation, her eyes flashing.
 
She was jealous, and it was sexy as
hell.

“If you say so.”
 

Anna took in a sharp breath and then opened her
mouth like she was about to say something else.
 
But then she changed her mind and turned
her back to him.
 

When they pulled into the hospital parking lot
a couple of minutes later, Jaxon guided his car into a space by the door.

“Do you know where to go?” he asked as they got
out of the car.

“Labor and Delivery,” Anna said, rolling her
eyes at him again.
 
She began
walking to the elevator briskly, her strides long, her head held high.
 
She was so self-assured, so confident,
so in control.

Jaxon loved that she was acting like this after
the way she’d been in her bedroom a short time ago, vulnerable, breathless,
letting him have his way with her.

He felt himself harden, wanting desperately to finish
what he’d started.
 
But that would
be impossible now, at least for the short term.
 

They slid into the elevator.
 
The hospital was quiet at this time of
night, and they had the elevator car to themselves.

Anna pushed the button for the main floor, and
the elevator jerked upward as it started to climb.
 
Jaxon leaned back against the wall,
crossed his arms over his chest, and let his eyes move up and down Anna’s body.

He took in her long legs, the curve of her hips
under the flippy little skirt she was wearing, how cute her feet looked in her
baby blue flip flops.

Ah, fuck
it
.
 
He reached out and hit the stop button.

“What are you doing?” Anna asked,
confused.
 
“Why are you –?”

He grabbed her hands and pushed her up against
the side of the elevator.

“Are you crazy?” Anna protested.
 
She tried to push him away, but he held
her close.
 
“We have to get to
Katie!”

“Do you know how long it takes to have a baby?”
Jaxon asked gruffly. “It could be hours, days even.”
 
He moved his mouth to her ear, inhaling
the floral scent of her perfume, his tongue nipping gently at her earlobe.
 

“We’re in an elevator,” Anna said weakly.
 
But she was leaning her head back,
giving him access to her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders.
 
Jaxon brushed her hair back and then
kissed down her throat, not stopping until he reached the soft V of her
cleavage.
 
As much as he’d loved
teasing her in the bedroom, he decided not to waste time.

He slipped the thin strap of her tank top down
over her shoulder, then slid his tongue across her skin, tracing a searing
trail to the swell of her breast.
 

Anna moaned softly, and Jaxon looked at her,
enjoying the fact that he was the source of her pleasure.
 
He pulled the other strap of her tank
top down slowly, revealing her an inch at a time, letting the fabric whisper
against her skin as he slowly exposed her breasts.
 
She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“God, Anna,” he breathed as he took her
in.
 
“You’re beautiful.”

He returned his lips to her mouth, kissing her
again, sliding his fingers over her breasts, her nipples, feeling them harden
under his touch.
 
His tongue slid
against hers, the heat of her mouth overpowering his body.

His cock was rock hard, and he pushed up
against her.
 
He slid his hands up
to her face, stroking her cheek, his mouth never leaving hers.

He pulled back for a moment to look at her,
pushed a strand of her silky golden hair back behind her ear, then slid his
fingers down over her neck.
 
He
stroked her breasts, his thumbs moving back over her nipples, then slid his
hands down her sides and over the curve of her hips.

They gazed at each other, the want and heat
between them building into a frenzied hurricane of desire and attraction.

“Anna,” he whispered again.
 
“God, Anna, I want you.”

She moaned softly, and he kissed her again, harder
this time.
 
He had wanted to go
slow, to take his time, but he couldn’t stop himself, his body was taking
over.
 
If he didn’t have her soon,
he would explode.