Taming The Wild CEO novel Chapter 100

C H A P T E R 2 9 : T H E T H I N G A B O U T F R U S T R A T I O N A N D D E S I R E

E L L A S T A N F O R D

She whipped her gaze toward a scowling Javier and watched in frustration as he came to her side in a matter of seconds. “I was looking for my crutches, but I could not find it.”

An angry frown slashed his brow. “I told you to wait for me.”

“I am not helpless, Javier, and I do not want to be treated like I am a baby. I think I can manage to walk to the bed, if you will lend me your arm for support.”

“No way. I am carrying you.”

“But—”

“No buts,” he said firmly. Releasing a breath, he closed his eyes a second, and when he opened them again, his expression had softened. “Listen, I know you can do it on your own. But this is your first day out of the hospital and your body needs to adjust. You were in comatose two weeks ago, Miss Stanford. So please, no more arguments.”

She wanted to argue, would have, but the plea in his eyes made it impossible. “Fine. I will let you this time. But tomorrow, I do it on my own.”

“Sure.”

And before she had a chance to reconsider the wisdom of her decision, he lifted her up into his arms. A person would have thought she weighed practically nothing as he began to walk into her bedroom with her. During the short trip, she wondered whether she loved him or not. She was definitely attracted to him, even desired him but did she really love him? She stared at his face, felt that kick to her pulse again. Could she have forgotten him the way she had if she did love him? She decided that she did not know the answer to that, at least not now. However what she did know was that despite the sexual pull between them, not him. And despite what he might think after that passionate kiss that they had shared, she was not ready to share her bed with him.

“There you go,” he said as he eased her down to the bed. He walked over to the window and pulled the curtain open to reveal a night sky twinkling with stars now that the storm was over. Returning to her, he lifted her healthy foot and started to remove the flat shoe.

Ella yanked her foot up toward her chest, wrapped her arms around it. “I-I think I can manage.”

He hesitated a moment, then stood. “I will get your pajamas for you.”

Feeling panic, she quickly called him out again. “Wait, Javier, hold on.”

He stopped in front of the cupboard and looked back at her. “Yeah?”

Feeling nervous, Ella plucked at the fabric of her bedcover. “Um, I know you mean well,” she began, “but I just do not want you to get the wrong idea. Especially since we had that kiss—” Her gaze was glued on the floor.

Javier retraced his path to her side. “Miss Stanford, look at me.”

When she did not, he tipped her chin up. There was desire gleaming in his deep blue eyes. And for a moment nerves gave way to excitement as an answering need licked through her.

“I do want you. Make no mistake about that. And I like nothing better than to carry you over to this bed and make passionate love with you all night.”

Ella’s heart jumped at his words. Another shiver of excitement shot through her blood, along with a jolt of fear. “Look, Javier, I—”

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J A V I E R S U M M E R S

Javier pulled the bedroom door closed behind him. Leaning against it, he squeezed his eyes shut and battled the desire that clawed at his gut. He could still taste her, feel the imprint of Ella’s body pressed against him, smell her scent on his skin. For a few moments downstairs when she had kissed him back, and again when he had first brought her into the bedroom, she had been his Ella again. It was as though nothing had changed between them, as though she had never had an accident and her memory were not lost. Only, it was just yet another hopeful thinking of his. She just did not remember them. And no matter how much he loved and wanted her, he could not afford to rush her.

He needed to stick to his plan if this was going to work. Sucking in a breath, he opened his eyes and walked towards the coat hanger. And the only way to make it work was to earn her trust. Otherwise, when Ella’s memory returned and she ultimately learned that she had lost their baby, he did not stand a chance of her forgiving him.

Too bad patience had never been one of his strong suits, Javier thought as he put on his coat then proceeded to wear his shoes. As he tied his shoe laces, he recalled the terrified look on her face when that storm had rolled in earlier and the way she had clung to him. The fist around his heart squeezed tighter as the unwelcome images painted by the police’s report came back to haunt him. It had been raining with thunderstorms and lightning when the truck driver had hit her car. Anger churned anew inside him at the details he had garnered from the report. One day he would find that truck driver and he would make his life miserable. The police investigation would surely come up with a result soon enough.

Right when he was just about to open the front door, his phone rang and it was from Ella’s number. He quickly rushed his way back to her bedroom and faster than a streak of lightning all thoughts about being patient and winning Ella’s trust went straight to hell. So did his ability to speak. All he could do was stare and want.

Sitting on the bed in a puddle of silken sage sheets, Ella was an erotic dream come to life. The ivory silk pajama top she wore whispered over her curves and skimmed the tops of her thighs. Her long legs were bare save for the bandage on her left ankle. Javier retraced the path with his eyes, noting the way the swish of silk caressed her hips, her rib cage, how the vee at her throat dipped, revealing milk-pale skin and offering him a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. When her nipples puckered beneath the sheer fabric, he forgot how to breathe.

“Jiev.”

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Dear Gentle Readers, what do you think will happen next? Will Javier give in to temptation and once again, break her trust? Stay with Ella and Javier for 21 more chapters! Thank you for the love and support!