Робин Грейди – One Kiss in... Paris: The Billionaire's Bedside Manner / Hired: Cinderella Chef / 72 Hours (страница 18)
“Let’s get you warmed up.”
Feeling warmer already, she unraveled the scarf from around her neck while taking in the faded tapestries on the walls as well as the flagstone floor, hard and solid beneath her feet. Feeling as if she’d stepped into another dimension—another time—she fell back into the settee and heeled off her shoes.
“How long have you owned this place?”
“I stayed here the first year,” he said, hunkering down before the fireplace. “I came back and bought it soon after.”
She hesitated unbuttoning her outer shirt. “Eight years ago?”
He’d struck a match. His perplexed expression danced in the flickering shadow and light as he swung his gaze her way.
“Why so surprised?”
“Why haven’t you pulled it down and built something more your style?”
When his brows pinched more than before he turned and set the flame to the tinder, Bailey’s stomach muscles clenched. She wasn’t certain why, but clearly she’d insulted him. He was all about working hard to surround himself with fine things. Possessions that in some way made up for being cast off with nothing as a child. She’d have thought that here, next door to the heart of those memories, his need for material reassurance would be greatest. It was obvious from Madame’s testimony and the well-equipped state of the orphanage that Mateo wanted those children to benefit from pleasant surroundings.
Still, whatever she’d said, she didn’t want it to overshadow the previous mood.
“I’m sorry,” she said, curling her chilled feet up beneath her legs.
“No need to be,” he replied, throwing the spent match on the pyre. “You’re right.”
Finding a poker, he prodded until the flames were established and the heat had grown.
“I had planned to build something larger,” he said, strolling back toward her. “But after I spent a few nights under this roof, I found I didn’t want to change a thing. In some ways I feel more at home here than I do in Sydney.”
Not so odd, Bailey thought as he settled down beside her. Roots and their memories run deep.
His gaze lowered to her hands. Holding up her wrist, he smiled. “Do you know you play with this bracelet whenever you’re uncertain?”
Studying the gold links and charms—a teddy bear, a heart, a rainbow—she shrugged. “I didn’t know, but I guess it makes sense.”
He rotated her wrist so that the flames caught on the gold and sent uneven beams bouncing all over the room. Bailey moved closer. The heat of his hand on her skin was enough to send some of her own sparks flying.
“I’ve never seen you with it off your arm,” he said.
“My mother put it together for me. A charm for each birthday.”
Lowering her wrist, he searched her eyes.
“Until you were fourteen?” he said.
“I knew about the bracelet all those years before. It was supposed to be my sweet-sixteen gift. But then Dad refused to give it to me, so …”
“You took it anyway?”
“He gave it to you in the end.”
“He never really spoke to me again after that.”
“Sounds as if you both miss her very much. You’d have a lot of memories you could share.”
She huffed. “You tell him that.”
“Why don’t you?”
“He wouldn’t listen.”
“You’ve tried?”
“Too many times.”
He sat back, absorbed in the crackling fire. After a time, he said, “I’d give anything to speak with my biological father.”
“What would you say?”
He thought for a long moment and then his eyes narrowed.
“I’d ask him
She pondered the question as she never had before.
“I guess I’d ask why too.”
“One day you’ll have your answer.”
When she shivered he wrapped his arms around her, bringing her close to the comfort of his natural warmth. His breath stirred her hair.
“Is that better?”
Looking up into his eyes, she spoke from her heart. “Everything’s always better when you hold me.”
When his brow furrowed, Bailey shrank into herself. Despite the atmosphere, she’d said too much. Not that her words were a lie. She’d never meant anything more in her life. She felt safe, protected, in his arms. But the way that admission had come out …
Too heavy. She’d bet that kind of “I can’t live without you” talk had got a number of his previous love interests gently bumped away. But it wasn’t too late to reshape her confession, to season it with the tone they were both more than comfortable with.
Pressing closer, she skimmed her lips across his sandpaper jaw, then hummed over the full soft sweep of his mouth. “On second thought, I think I need to have you hold me a little closer.”
She felt his smile, heard the rumble of approval vibrate through his chest.
“But there’s something stopping that,” he murmured as his palm cupped her nape and she nuzzled down to find a hot pulse throbbing in his neck.
“What’s that?”
“Clothes.”
Delicious heat flushed through her. They’d made love so many times these past weeks, she’d lost count. But something about his voice, his touch, tonight went beyond anything that had come before. Every cell in her body quivered and let her know … whatever they shared would never get any better than this.
But this time she wanted to be the one to lead … to tease and control and drive the other insane with want.
She lifted her face to his and let his lips touch hers before she slid away from his hold and stood in the firelight before him.
“You build a good fire,” she said.
He sat straighter. “You’re warm now?”
“Beyond warm.”
She caught the hem of her lighter shirt and drew it up over her head. The heat of the flames kissed her bare back while Mateo’s intent gaze scorched her front. Her heartbeat thudding, she reached around and released her bra and let the cups fall from her breasts to the soft-pile rug at her feet. When he tipped forward, her flesh tingled and nipples hardened beneath his gaze.
She could see in his eyes that he wanted to drag her to him … wanted to kiss and taste her as much as she wanted to devour him too. But she didn’t go to him. Instead she recalled how he’d entered the hotel suite bathroom the night before, without a stitch on, ready to stroke and tease.
She first released the clasp above the zip of her dress pants then eased the fabric past her hips, down her thighs. As the pants came down, she leaned over, nearer to where he sat and waited. Close enough for him to reach out and touch. When she straightened, only one item of clothing separated her from her birthday suit.
His breathing was elevated now, his chest beneath that black shirt rising and falling in the firelight. She recognized the fiery intent in his gaze. How long would he go before hauling her in?
She edged a step closer and a muscle in his jaw began to jump. When she reached for his hand and set his hot palm low on her belly, he came forward and traced his warm mouth over her ribs. Trembling inside, she drew his hand down over the triangle of silk at the apex of her thighs then slowly, purposefully, back up again. His kisses ran higher, brushing the burning tip of one breast as his touch trailed and fingers twined around the elastic of her panties sitting high on her hips.
Groaning, he nipped her nipple at the same time he dragged the scrap of silk down.
Time melted away when his head lowered and his mouth grazed what a second before her panties had concealed … tenderly and then deeply as he cupped her behind and urged her ever closer. She didn’t resist when he lifted her left leg and curled her calf over his broad shoulder. She only knotted her fingers in his hair as he continued to explore, his tongue flicking and twirling at the same time the heat at her core kindled, sparked and caught light.
A heartbeat from flashpoint, she recalled she hadn’t wanted to surrender to these burning sensations this soon. Now it was too late. This felt
As she was sucked into that void, all her muscles locked, the fire raged and, dropping back her head, she gave herself over to the tide and murmured his name.