Knowing
what those lethal nails were capable of, he pulled her hands down to her sides,
holding them firmly against the door.
“I promised I wouldn’t make any
noise,” she defended herself in a breathless little voice. “And I don’t lie.”
“Purposely omitting the truth is the
same thing,” he grated with irritation. She made a half-hearted effort to break
away and Brent let his body relax fully against her, ignoring her sharp gasp of
protest.
“Just where did you think you were
going?”
“For a walk,” she said without
missing a beat. “Sometimes it helps me sleep.”
Even in the gloom, Brent could make
out the defiant glitter in her eyes. “Cute,” he said with disgust, trying not
to notice how soft she was, or how sweet she smelled. “You get an A for being
resourceful.” He yawned loudly, giving his head a rough shake to clear the
cobwebs.
“Get off me!” she snapped, not
bothering to keep her voice down. “You won’t get a penny from my father or Jonathan
if you…if you touch me.”
Her unexpected remark caught Brent
by surprise. “Somehow I doubt that.” There was a trace of laughter in his
voice. “But if it was a stipulation, it just might be worth the forfeit of all
those millions.” What the devil am I
saying? Her nearness was affecting him and he took a step back.
Tom finally entered the room in a
clumsy stumble, drawing to a halt when he saw them at the front door. His sigh
of relief was unmistakable. “I’m sorry, Brent, it didn’t occur to me to check
the connecting bathroom door.”
Brent didn’t budge, never taking his
eyes off Sophie. “Forget it, Tom, go back to bed. I have the situation under control.”
His stare captured and held the vulnerability he saw reflected in Sophie’s
eyes. He made an attempt to read what he saw, but he’d never been any good at
figuring women out.
“You know, I get the impression
you’re not the defenseless little senator’s daughter you’d like everyone to
believe. She would never have attempted to escape while two men were holding
her captive.”
“Then you’re wrong,” Sophie replied,
injecting strength into her tone as though to prove her point. “What person in
their right mind wouldn’t try to get away if they were being held against their
will?” She strained against his hands as though testing his strength, arching
her body slightly, but that was a mistake when all it did was bring her into
bodily contact with him.
She stilled instantly. “Will you
please let me go back to my room?”
“You brought this on yourself,
princess. All I’m doing is keeping you from leaving this apartment.”
Struggling against
a man wearing only boxer shorts, and snug ones at that, wasn’t a very good
idea. Didn’t she have any inkling what she was
doing? Brent clenched his teeth against the telltale signs of arousal racing
through his blood. She was about to find out real soon. The fact he suspected
she didn’t have anything on under his shirt wasn’t helping matters.
“Stop that,” he ordered when she
slammed her hips into his again, chipping away at his control. The next time
she did it, he sucked in an audible breath, becoming angry at her inability to
realize what she was provoking. He thrust his hips right back at her.
Well, he’d warned her.
His senses were suddenly wired,
turning him harder than stone. Unbidden thoughts of reaching beneath the hem of
his shirt and trailing his fingers along the soft skin of her inner thighs
clouded his judgment, making him dizzy. He tried to tell himself it was because
he was exhausted and needed sleep. But the truth was she made him want her too
fast, and the thought of sliding between her thighs was sweet temptation. Especially if she was receptive. He closed his eyes,
groaning inwardly, refusing to give in to the hunger of his body.
Her helpless whimper penetrated the
fog surrounding his head. With a low, frustrated noise, he pulled her away from
the door, squashing down the
what those lethal nails were capable of, he pulled her hands down to her sides,
holding them firmly against the door.
“I promised I wouldn’t make any
noise,” she defended herself in a breathless little voice. “And I don’t lie.”
“Purposely omitting the truth is the
same thing,” he grated with irritation. She made a half-hearted effort to break
away and Brent let his body relax fully against her, ignoring her sharp gasp of
protest.
“Just where did you think you were
going?”
“For a walk,” she said without
missing a beat. “Sometimes it helps me sleep.”
Even in the gloom, Brent could make
out the defiant glitter in her eyes. “Cute,” he said with disgust, trying not
to notice how soft she was, or how sweet she smelled. “You get an A for being
resourceful.” He yawned loudly, giving his head a rough shake to clear the
cobwebs.
“Get off me!” she snapped, not
bothering to keep her voice down. “You won’t get a penny from my father or Jonathan
if you…if you touch me.”
Her unexpected remark caught Brent
by surprise. “Somehow I doubt that.” There was a trace of laughter in his
voice. “But if it was a stipulation, it just might be worth the forfeit of all
those millions.” What the devil am I
saying? Her nearness was affecting him and he took a step back.
Tom finally entered the room in a
clumsy stumble, drawing to a halt when he saw them at the front door. His sigh
of relief was unmistakable. “I’m sorry, Brent, it didn’t occur to me to check
the connecting bathroom door.”
Brent didn’t budge, never taking his
eyes off Sophie. “Forget it, Tom, go back to bed. I have the situation under control.”
His stare captured and held the vulnerability he saw reflected in Sophie’s
eyes. He made an attempt to read what he saw, but he’d never been any good at
figuring women out.
“You know, I get the impression
you’re not the defenseless little senator’s daughter you’d like everyone to
believe. She would never have attempted to escape while two men were holding
her captive.”
“Then you’re wrong,” Sophie replied,
injecting strength into her tone as though to prove her point. “What person in
their right mind wouldn’t try to get away if they were being held against their
will?” She strained against his hands as though testing his strength, arching
her body slightly, but that was a mistake when all it did was bring her into
bodily contact with him.
She stilled instantly. “Will you
please let me go back to my room?”
“You brought this on yourself,
princess. All I’m doing is keeping you from leaving this apartment.”
Struggling against
a man wearing only boxer shorts, and snug ones at that, wasn’t a very good
idea. Didn’t she have any inkling what she was
doing? Brent clenched his teeth against the telltale signs of arousal racing
through his blood. She was about to find out real soon. The fact he suspected
she didn’t have anything on under his shirt wasn’t helping matters.
“Stop that,” he ordered when she
slammed her hips into his again, chipping away at his control. The next time
she did it, he sucked in an audible breath, becoming angry at her inability to
realize what she was provoking. He thrust his hips right back at her.
Well, he’d warned her.
His senses were suddenly wired,
turning him harder than stone. Unbidden thoughts of reaching beneath the hem of
his shirt and trailing his fingers along the soft skin of her inner thighs
clouded his judgment, making him dizzy. He tried to tell himself it was because
he was exhausted and needed sleep. But the truth was she made him want her too
fast, and the thought of sliding between her thighs was sweet temptation. Especially if she was receptive. He closed his eyes,
groaning inwardly, refusing to give in to the hunger of his body.
Her helpless whimper penetrated the
fog surrounding his head. With a low, frustrated noise, he pulled her away from
the door, squashing down the
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