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England soon, back with her
family, resuming a life she shouldn’t have left.
He didn’t take his smoldering gaze away from her as he
slipped his hand into hers and stepped out of the elevator, leading her to the
suite with two bedrooms, one of which she knew would never get used tonight.
He didn’t stop in the living area, but led her straight to
the bedroom that looked out over the street and drew her close again. “So,
beautiful lady, here we are. This is the end of my asking. If you say no, the
other bedroom is yours and I won’t interfere. Will you? Or do you want to take
a chance?”
It was as though he’d read her mind. “Chance,” she managed
through suddenly dry lips. “I want to know.”
“Know what?”
“What it’s like?”
He frowned and stared at her, eyes gone sharp and cold.
“You’re a virgin?”
She laughed. “Nope. How many twenty-eight-year-old virgins
do you know? But it’s been a while.” She thought back. “A year, I think. No, I
meant I want to know what it’s like with you. To be with you.”
And she did what she’d been thinking about doing all
afternoon. She touched his silver nipple rings. They felt cold against the tips
of her fingers. She followed the little circles from one end to the other and
watched his nipples contract. When she looked up, he was smiling down at her, his
eyes gleaming.
“You like?”
“Oh yes. Now that’s a first for me. Doing it with a man who
wears body jewelry.”
“I hate to disappoint you, but that’s all there is.” Heat
rushed under her cheeks and he chuckled, tipping up her chin so he could see
her. “Did you want more? For you, I might even get a Prince Albert.”
“What’s that?”
He laughed delightedly. “Shit, you are innocent, aren’t you?
Sweet and lovely.” He didn’t sound mocking at all as he dropped a gentle kiss
on her lips. “Come on, let’s get comfortable.” He paused in the act of
shrugging off his jacket. “I’m ahead of you.”
She held her breath as she lifted her new T-shirt over her
head, shyness swamping her. She was out of practice. She’d never done this with
someone who’d affected her so much or someone half so gorgeous. It wasn’t just
his ripped body and sexy drawl, he affected her at a deeper level, a place she
hardly knew herself. She sensed a point of vulnerability inside him, she had
ever since she’d seen him staring at the wall in the old upper drawing room at
Great Oaks. But she didn’t know him, had only met him that morning, she
reminded herself.
When she saw his expression after she tossed her T-shirt
over the nearest chair, she responded immediately, her nipples peaking and her
pussy dampening. He’d catch fire if she struck a match. She fought not to
squirm but he must have seen something. Fuck, of course he did.
He sounded hoarse. “Come here.”
She stepped into his arms and gave herself to him.
He folded her close and she felt oddly safe, more than she’d
felt for months, since she’d arrived in Louisiana to rebuild her life. Being
brave every day, facing the world as a failure had taken a lot from her, more
than she’d realized.
He kissed her again then gentled it, as if she were
precious, something he needed to handle delicately. His hair fell over her face
as if it too was in protective mode, caressing her cheeks. She loved it. Too
much. She couldn’t allow herself to imagine more than he was offering. This man
was rich, famous, and he didn’t belong to her for more than a few hours. Better
remember that. Difficult with his tongue in her mouth, caressing her so
carefully, learning her texture and taste.
For the next few hours, in this anonymous bedroom, she could
give herself to him totally. Nobody would know what they did or how they did
it. “I thought you’d take me for a walk on the wild side,” she murmured against
his lips.
“Maybe this won’t be,” he said, almost whispering the words,
his breath hot against her skin. “We have all night to
family, resuming a life she shouldn’t have left.
He didn’t take his smoldering gaze away from her as he
slipped his hand into hers and stepped out of the elevator, leading her to the
suite with two bedrooms, one of which she knew would never get used tonight.
He didn’t stop in the living area, but led her straight to
the bedroom that looked out over the street and drew her close again. “So,
beautiful lady, here we are. This is the end of my asking. If you say no, the
other bedroom is yours and I won’t interfere. Will you? Or do you want to take
a chance?”
It was as though he’d read her mind. “Chance,” she managed
through suddenly dry lips. “I want to know.”
“Know what?”
“What it’s like?”
He frowned and stared at her, eyes gone sharp and cold.
“You’re a virgin?”
She laughed. “Nope. How many twenty-eight-year-old virgins
do you know? But it’s been a while.” She thought back. “A year, I think. No, I
meant I want to know what it’s like with you. To be with you.”
And she did what she’d been thinking about doing all
afternoon. She touched his silver nipple rings. They felt cold against the tips
of her fingers. She followed the little circles from one end to the other and
watched his nipples contract. When she looked up, he was smiling down at her, his
eyes gleaming.
“You like?”
“Oh yes. Now that’s a first for me. Doing it with a man who
wears body jewelry.”
“I hate to disappoint you, but that’s all there is.” Heat
rushed under her cheeks and he chuckled, tipping up her chin so he could see
her. “Did you want more? For you, I might even get a Prince Albert.”
“What’s that?”
He laughed delightedly. “Shit, you are innocent, aren’t you?
Sweet and lovely.” He didn’t sound mocking at all as he dropped a gentle kiss
on her lips. “Come on, let’s get comfortable.” He paused in the act of
shrugging off his jacket. “I’m ahead of you.”
She held her breath as she lifted her new T-shirt over her
head, shyness swamping her. She was out of practice. She’d never done this with
someone who’d affected her so much or someone half so gorgeous. It wasn’t just
his ripped body and sexy drawl, he affected her at a deeper level, a place she
hardly knew herself. She sensed a point of vulnerability inside him, she had
ever since she’d seen him staring at the wall in the old upper drawing room at
Great Oaks. But she didn’t know him, had only met him that morning, she
reminded herself.
When she saw his expression after she tossed her T-shirt
over the nearest chair, she responded immediately, her nipples peaking and her
pussy dampening. He’d catch fire if she struck a match. She fought not to
squirm but he must have seen something. Fuck, of course he did.
He sounded hoarse. “Come here.”
She stepped into his arms and gave herself to him.
He folded her close and she felt oddly safe, more than she’d
felt for months, since she’d arrived in Louisiana to rebuild her life. Being
brave every day, facing the world as a failure had taken a lot from her, more
than she’d realized.
He kissed her again then gentled it, as if she were
precious, something he needed to handle delicately. His hair fell over her face
as if it too was in protective mode, caressing her cheeks. She loved it. Too
much. She couldn’t allow herself to imagine more than he was offering. This man
was rich, famous, and he didn’t belong to her for more than a few hours. Better
remember that. Difficult with his tongue in her mouth, caressing her so
carefully, learning her texture and taste.
For the next few hours, in this anonymous bedroom, she could
give herself to him totally. Nobody would know what they did or how they did
it. “I thought you’d take me for a walk on the wild side,” she murmured against
his lips.
“Maybe this won’t be,” he said, almost whispering the words,
his breath hot against her skin. “We have all night to
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