Lonzo: Book 2 (Tycoon Series Book 2) (17 page)

She stopped to give him a look. “Are they capable of hurting a baby?” she said, her eyes darkened with anguish.

He stilled when he recalled Blackwell’s statement earlier. The kidnappers had a history of killing their victims. Hearing that earlier made him break out in a cold sweat.

He knew he cannot impart this information to Jordana right now or she’d break for sure. She was so emotionally fragile.

“No. They won’t hurt Gianna. She’s too valuable to be killed,” he said, trying to reassure her. And himself.

“Then why haven’t they called in yet? What’s taking them too long?” she asked.

“They already made contact,” he reluctantly imparted.

Jordana stiffened. “When? Why wasn’t I informed?!”

“You were resting.”

“Why only now?”

He sighed. “It’s their modus operandi. By not calling right away, they heightened our fears and made us nervous, in the hope that by the time they did call, we will be so scared that we will agree to all of their demands.”

“And did you?”

“They were asking for a hundred million dollars,” he replied.

Jordana’s eyes went round as saucers. “That’s a lot of money!”

“The money is no object but I want proof first that Gianna is alive.”

“You mean there is a possibility that she’s d-dead?” she asked wretchedly.

“I am not assuming anything, cara. I just want to be sure they really have her.”

“I want her back—”

“I promise you, we will have her back. And once we have her back, I’ll look after both of you…I’ll never let this happen again.”

“What do you mean by that?” she suddenly asked. She pulled herself away from him before facing him. “Let me get this straight, Lonzo—”

He winced at her sharp remark but he hid it well. “You’re distraught, cara. You have to rest.” His tone was deceptively light.

But Jordana wouldn’t let it pass. “It’s only her that I want! I don’t want you, damn you!”

She was unable to continue after that, her body racked by sobs that she couldn’t control. “My baby...!”

Lonzo pulled her back in his arms again. She didn’t push him away.

“You really need to rest, cara…” he said as he cradled her head on his shoulder.

“I don’t want to!” she protested weakly.

He held her on both arms, holding her away from him for a moment. “Both of us have to be strong for Gianna. You need to rest, do you understand?”

She nodded without looking at him. Once again, he locked her in his arms.
Dio
, she felt so good, he never wanted to let her go.

He sighed, before he scooped her up in his arms. He was relieved when she didn’t try to be difficult as he carried her from the nursery back to her bedroom. Jordana’s arms encircled his neck tightly for support.

He tried not to notice her softness as she pressed her side closer to his chest.

Once they reached the confines of her bedroom, he laid her to sit on the bed but instead of releasing her hold, she held on tighter, burrowing her head in his neck.

“Jordana?” he rasped.

She moved her head then. Her lashes lifted to expose her intense, beautiful eyes that mirrored her sadness. “I’m so tired, Lonzo...”

He felt gutted as he met her gaze. It was a struggle to contain himself. “I am tired too,
cara
. Tired of hiding I don’t want you,” he told her thickly.

She didn’t reply, merely looked back at him with eyes that reflected burning desire.

He couldn’t move. He wanted her and damn it, she wanted him too, he could tell.

The anxiety over the welfare of their child heightened his need for this woman even more.

The mother of his child.

“Lonzo—” she whispered, her voice tentative.

Then it just happened. Passion instantly flared, like a match thrown into a keg of dynamite.

In a space of a second, she was back in his arms again. He leaned down and seized her lips. It was supposedly a chaste kiss. But when her mouth met his hungrily, all the unquenched passion he felt for this woman was unleashed. Their mouths a union of their souls. He was lost, consumed yet he was also found and renewed.

He wanted and needed her now, more than ever.

He loved her. And he would love her beyond her hate. Beyond forever.

Her soft moans of encouragement were his downfall.

He continued to ravage her mouth like a man deprived. She tasted sweet, so damned sweet. God, how he missed her taste. It had been too long.

“Ah,
cara
you have no idea how sweet you are,” he rasped as he pulled her toward his heated body. His chest crushed her breasts, now fuller and heavier than he remembered. He felt her nipples harden at the contact of their bodies. His mouth watered at the thought of closing his mouth around them. He wanted to bite, lick and suck them until they turn into reddened peaks.

He removed her night robe, throwing the garment over his head. He cupped her generous breasts beneath the white nightgown she wore and groaned out loud.

Ahh, how he missed these beauties, he thought as he thumbed her nipples.

He slid down her front, unable to stop himself from suckling one throbbing peak through the thin fabric.

He groaned out loud.

Ambrosia.

Then she pushed against his chest. “No, Lonzo…we shouldn’t be doing this—”

“Shhhh,” he coaxed her willing body, removing her nightgown. His eyes feasted at what he just uncovered.

She wore red underwear. Lace.

Fuck. He was trembling in anticipation. He wanted to feel her tight, warm passage squeeze him again.

“I know you want me,
cara
,” he insisted hoarsely. “Your body still wants me. No sense in denying what we both feel. You’re wet ,
cara
. And it’s all for me.”

“But…” she whimpered.

“Don’t think. Give us this night,” he gritted through his teeth.

He didn’t wait for her reply. He crushed his mouth over hers. She moaned, her tongue played with his, signaling her surrender.

Yes!

He clasped her butt cheeks and held her closer so that she could feel the hard ridge of his need.

“
Cara
…your taste drives me insane!” he muttered, ending his kiss to look down at her. “You’re an addiction that won’t go away, no matter how hard I try—” he admitted.

A shadow of pain crossed her expressive amber eyes. “So, the tabloids were right. You’ve tried …”

“Nothing happened,
cara
. My cock only wanted you—” he said as he shaped her breasts before opening the front clasp of the lacy, scarlet bra, spilling her heavy, milk-laden breasts into his waiting hands. “Ah, let’s not talk anymore,
cara mia
. I want to reacquaint myself with these beauties!” he said before lowering his head to lick one pink center.

She let out another moan, offering the other breast to him.

He was ravenous. He wanted her all at once, couldn’t get enough of her.

Fuck! Whoever said breast milk was best for only for babies?

His hand began to descend.

“No,” she said, holding his hand.

“Yes,
cara
,” he urged as he made his way down her body until his head was aligned with her aroused center.

“W-We can’t!” she gasped. “Oh! God…” she cried when he held both of her hips and kissed her through the lacy material of her thong.

His hand grasped her buttocks, preventing escape.

Her hips bucked up, despite herself.

When he removed her thong, he groaned when he found her wet and slick with her juices. He spread her further, encircling her clit before easing two fingers into her folds to test her readiness.

He stole a look at her face. Her lids were heavy with want.

“
Dio
, I missed you,
cara
. So warm, so tight,” he rasped as he began thrusting his fingers inside her sheath.

“Yes!” she cried, her body bending to his fingers like a bowstring. She began to tighten her walls around his finger. He could tell she was near…

He stopped abruptly. He was also close to coming and he wasn’t even in her yet.

She opened her eyes, her chest heaving. “Why did you stop?” she asked, her eyes confused.

He didn’t reply.

He flipped her over so she was now lying on her stomach.

“Lonzo—” she gasped as she looked over her shoulder.

Still, he remained tight-lipped as he began to shed his clothes. First came his shirt, then he unbuckled his belt and slid the zip of his pants.

He was so hot for her. She tried to stand up but he held her hips down with one hand.

“Stay,” he commanded.

“Please…” she moaned when he gathered her hips closer and brushed the head of his cock at her entrance, driving her mad by running it ever so slowly along her folds…

“Do you want this,
cara
?

“Yes!” she panted as she opened her legs to welcome him more.

Lonzo took one of the pillows and placed it under her, grunting his approval when she arched her back. He pulled back behind her again, kneeling between her thighs to taste her.

“Lonzo!” she cried.

He continued to pleasure her, building on her pleasure until she was close to coming again. He stopped when she was at the knife’s edge.

“No!” she protested.

“Tell me you want me,
cara
…” he demanded, as he poised himself at her entrance. He needed to hear it. Her sweet surrender.

“I want you…I cannot stand this anymore…” she sobbed.

Yes!

He flexed his hips and was inside her in one thrust.

“Ahh-h-h!” she mewed, her fingers clawed at the sheets.

He closed his eyes in bliss. God, she was so tight.

He let her adjust first, his hands going for her breasts, cupping the mounds and playing with the sensitive tips until she began to ease. It was only then that he was able to sheathe himself fully inside her.

He moved slowly, embedding himself deeper with each thrust.

She looked over her shoulder, her eyes glassy with desire. “Faster. Move faster, please…don’t make me wait, anymore—”

With a loud groan, he encircled her waist and drove himself deep and fast.

“Ahhhh!” she screamed, her internal tissues milking him as she came.

“
Ahhh.
Dio. Yesss
!” Lonzo yelled in answer, anchoring himself on her shoulder as he pistoned and pounded her tight, clenching channel as he chased after his own fulfillment…groaning like a dying man as he pumped his seed deep inside her womb.

She’s mine again…my woman…I’ll never let her go
, this was his thought before he collapsed on top of her still quivering body.

Chapter Nine

Lonzo saw the exact moment when Jordana went back to hating him.

She didn’t cuddle. She waited until he had recovered and was lying sated beside her before she dragged herself from the bed.

She didn’t cover her nakedness but her jerky movements betrayed her inner conflict. He could smell anger and regret on her as she went to wash him off her in the bathroom.

She avoided eye contact when she got out. She marched to her closet and pulled a couple of items: white shirt, a pair of matching white underwear and pajama bottoms.

Her action gnawed at his raw nerves and made him want to punch a hole through a wall. “Hating yourself again?”

She halted as she was tying the strings of her pants. She looked over her shoulder to give him the briefest of glances before resuming her task.

“Yes,” she answered, her voice hallow.

That. Fucking. Hurt.

He wanted to shake her for not even denying it. “We both wanted it.”

“It’s just sex,” she said, throwing his words back at him.

This wasn’t going the way he envisioned it to be. He sighed as he jumped off the bed to pick up his discarded clothes from the floor.

“I’m not sorry it happened,” he said as he pulled his shirt on.

He stole another glance at her, unable to stop himself.

Her skin was still flushed after being made thorough love to.

It wasn’t just sex. Not for him. It was never just sex with this woman.

She was the first and only woman he’d made love to.

But now, she wanted him to leave her the fuck alone.

“I’ll have a word with the officers,” he asked, trying to make his voice neutral.

“I’ll join you. I want to hear for myself what’s being done to get Gianna back—”