Mills & Boon Stars Collection: Convenient Vows. Sharon Kendrick

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      Pulling the band from her hair, she shook her ponytail free. ‘What have you told them about me?’

      ‘Nothing. I told my brother I was bringing someone, but that’s all. They can find out who you are when they meet you.’ His eyes gleamed. ‘Given your great love of understatement, I thought you’d prefer no forewarning.’

      ‘And they won’t think it’s odd that you’ve turned up with a runaway princess?’

      He gave the ghost of a smile. ‘I come from an unusual family, Sophie. Where the odd is commonplace and people break the rules all the time. They might remark on it but they certainly won’t have their heads turned by it. And don’t worry—people won’t bother you or ask you predictable questions, if that’s what you’re concerned about. Now,’ he added softly. ‘It’s late. Aren’t you going to get ready for bed?’

      His words sounded scarily informal, which seemed crazy when she remembered being pinned to the floor of the plane, her jeans trapped around her ankles. But that didn’t prevent a sudden flash of nervousness as Sophie grabbed her wash bag and went into the bathroom. The clothes which Rafe had ordered to be delivered to the plane contained nothing as warm or practical as a nightshirt—but there was no way she was walking back out there naked. So she kept her knickers on and pulled a T-shirt over her head. Rafe’s eyebrows rose when she returned and climbed quickly into bed, though he said nothing as he went into the bathroom himself.

      She switched off the bedside lamp and lay shivering beneath the duvet, listening to the sounds of taps being run and teeth obviously being brushed. The minutes ticked by excruciatingly slowly before the bathroom light was eventually turned off and Rafe came back into the bedroom. But it was long enough for her to see that he had no similar qualms about nudity and the image of his powerful naked body seemed to burn itself indelibly onto the backs of her eyes.

      His words filtered through the air towards her. ‘Why are you hiding away in the darkness?’

      ‘I’m not hiding.’

      ‘Really?’ A hint of amusement touched his voice. ‘Are you suddenly turning shy on me, Sophie?’

      ‘Of course not.’ How could she tell him that this felt...weird? That she didn’t want to leave the light on because she didn’t know what to say or what to do. She wondered what had happened to the woman who’d been so uninhibited on the plane. Why she’d suddenly morphed into someone who was feeling swamped by hazy fears. The bed dipped beneath his weight and she held her breath as she heard the rustle of bedclothes.

      ‘Maybe you’re jet-lagged?’ he suggested.

      ‘I think I am, a little,’ she said hopefully, because surely sleep would blot out the tension which was growing by the second and making even the tiniest sound seem amplified. Surely the best thing would be to close her eyes and pray for oblivion to come, so she could wake up in the morning refreshed and able to cope with what lay ahead.

      But sleep didn’t come. She lay there stiff and unmoving, terrified to move in case she rolled against his hard, warm body—wondering how she was going to get through a whole night like this—when a soft laugh punctured the semi-silence.

      ‘I know you’re not asleep.’

      ‘How?’ she questioned indignantly, before realising that her answer had given the game away.

      ‘Because you’re trying to make your breathing sound regular and shallow and people don’t really breathe like that when they’re asleep.’

      ‘I suppose you’re an expert on women’s breathing habits in bed?’

      ‘I do have some experience.’

      ‘I’ll bet you do.’

      And then his hand slid around her waist and Sophie froze.

      ‘Just relax,’ he said softly, as he cupped her breast with his other hand. ‘Lie back and think of Isolaverde.’

      And unexpectedly, Sophie started to giggle. ‘You’re...oh!’ His thumb grazed across her nipple and she swallowed. ‘You’re outrageous.’

      ‘So they tell me. Now, isn’t that better?’ he said as his hand slid down over her belly, and then down further still. ‘Why are you wearing knickers in bed? They’re going to have to come off.’

      ‘Rafe,’ she said thickly.

      ‘Shh. What did I just tell you?’

      ‘I...d-don’t remember.’

      ‘Then try.’

      He slithered the panties down over her thighs and, with his foot, kicked them away from her ankles. But he left the T-shirt on as his fingers returned to burrow in the tangle of hair at her groin before slipping down to find her molten heat. Now the only sound in the room was the increasing rise of her unsteady breathing. He didn’t say a single word, just continued to touch her with a lightness and delicacy which was sending her out of her mind.

      ‘Rafe,’ she said again, only now an urgent desperation was making her voice crack.

      ‘What?’

      ‘I...oh!’ Her nails dug into his shoulders. ‘Oh, oh, oh!’

      Her hips arching upwards, her body jerked with helpless spasms as he lowered his head to kiss her. She felt the honeyed rush of heat as reality splintered into countless unbearably bright pieces and then dissolved into a dreamy daze. Afterwards she lay there, sucking ragged breaths of air back into her lungs. She felt lazy. Luxurious. Heavy and wonderful—but as her eyelids began to grow weighty, some nagging notion of inequality made her stir. Peeling her lips away from where they were glued to his bare shoulder, she touched her fingertips to the rough rasp of growth at his jaw.

      ‘You must show me how to...’ She hesitated, too shy to say the words. Or maybe it was because she didn’t know how to say the words, and maybe he guessed that.

      ‘Pleasure me?’

      She licked her dry lips. ‘Yes.’

      ‘Go to sleep, Sophie.’ He sounded almost kind as he brushed away the lock of hair which had fallen over her cheek and dropped the briefest of kisses onto her nose. ‘Just go to sleep.’

       CHAPTER SEVEN

      WHEN RAFE WOKE next morning it took him a minute to work out where he was—a habitual dilemma for someone who travelled the globe as frequently as he did. But usually he liked that sense of uncertainty. Transitory was his default setting. Most people were fearful of change but he wasn’t one of them. It was the only thing he’d ever known.

      He hadn’t been lying when he’d dismissed СКАЧАТЬ