Secret Heirs: Baby Bargain. Эбби Грин

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       CHAPTER FOUR

      BUT RIGHT NOW...

      He shut out the nagging little things that didn’t add up. Who cared? She wasn’t being interviewed for the job of being his life partner. This was about lust. This was about sex. He knew from experience that the physical never lasted, however good it was. Sooner rather than later tedium began to set in, and no amount of intellectual sparring could stanch the tide once it had begun.

      The advantage of going out with high-powered career women was that they had less potential to become clingy. They had jobs, careers...there wasn’t any danger of them becoming dependent, needy, demanding.

      He frowned, distracted by his train of thought.

      ‘Penny for them?’ Susie said lightly.

      ‘Come again?’

      ‘You’re frowning.’ She was drawn to sit right next to him, nestle into him, and she fought off the weakness. He would be very used to getting what he wanted from a woman. So even if this was all about physical attraction surely they could spend a little time talking.

      ‘It happens occasionally.’ Sergio focused on her with lazy intensity.

      ‘Why are you frowning? You must have everything you could possibly want in life. Although...’ she chewed her lip thoughtfully ‘...it’s not all about money and possessions, is it? I mean, you have an apartment that most people would kill for, but there’s more to life than a fancy apartment and a fast car...’

      ‘Are you about to launch into homilies about money not being the be-all and end-all?’

      ‘You’re so cynical.’

      ‘I prefer to call it realistic.’ He patted the space next to him and she shuffled along the sofa so that she was sitting a bit closer, with her legs crossed.

      Sergio suppressed a sigh of frustration. Why had he thought that this might be a straightforward affair? Two adults attracted to one another who could enjoy one other in a fleeting, no-strings-attached situation? Had he really been stupid enough to imagine that some flowers would seamlessly pave the way?

      ‘I’ve never been that convinced about the advantages of being realistic,’ Susie said pensively. ‘I mean, I think optimism is much more important.’

      Sergio detected the sound of warning bells ringing. ‘Which is precisely why I’m not your type,’ he inserted smoothly.

      ‘I wish you would stop reminding me of that. It just makes it hard for me to think about doing something that’s not going to last. I’m not an idiot. I know relationships end all the time. But I never thought I’d be the kind of person who gets involved with someone when I know it’s not going anywhere. I never thought I’d waste my time like that.’

      ‘That’s because this is probably the first time in your life that you’ve fallen prey to that little thing called desire.’ He reached out and lazily stroked her wrist. ‘The red dress was more obvious, but this shapeless outfit of yours is doing all sorts of interesting things to my system... Are you wearing a bra? No, I don’t think you are... Shuffle a bit closer and I can find out one way or the other. Of course if you are wearing a bra then it’s going to have to come off, because I want to feel your breasts in my hands...’

      Susie’s breathing quickened. How was she supposed to think when he was saying stuff like that? And was he right? Was she feeling like this, behaving like this, because he turned her on as no one ever had in her life before?

      ‘I...I...I’ve had a boyfriend,’ she said weakly, clinging to the conversation even though talking was getting difficult when he was looking at her like that, his eyes all brooding and sexy and intense. ‘I know what...physical attraction is all about...’

      ‘Do you?’ He held the bottom of her jumper between his fingers and gave a gentle tug, which was enough to make her eyelids flutter and her breathing hitch in her throat even more.

       No! He was right—she didn’t know a thing about desire...at least not desire like this, which was eating her up, devouring her, making her want to pass out from its intensity...

      ‘I don’t believe you. I can feel you throbbing for me. You’re hot and you’re wet and you don’t know how much longer you can sit there with your legs crossed, pretending to hold a normal conversation.’

      ‘You don’t know everything.’

      ‘When it comes to sex you’d be shocked at how much I know.’

      ‘I’m not sure I want to hear that.’

      ‘You want me to touch you... I know you want to hear that. And you can’t begin to imagine how much I want to touch you. Why do you think I came here? This is one of those rare occasions when I’ve done something that makes very little sense...’

      Susie liked the sound of that. She liked the thought that she might be driving him a little crazy. Because he was driving her more than a little crazy and she wanted him to touch her so badly that she could scarcely think straight.

      ‘I’m not wearing a bra,’ she muttered, excited and shocked by the brazenness of that admission.

      ‘Let me see.’

      Her hands were trembling as she lifted the jumper. Was she really doing this? Her breasts felt heavy, sensitive, her nipples pulsing. She had squeezed her eyes tightly shut but now she half opened them to sneak a glance at his face and the heat in his eyes made her giddy.

      ‘You’re beautiful,’ Sergio muttered. He pressed his hand against his erection to try and control it.

      Her breasts were big, her nipples huge pink discs. She projected the air of someone who was unfamiliar with stripping off...shy, hesitant.

      Was that image correct? He didn’t give a damn. He just knew that he wanted her.

      With a stifled groan he pulled her and she toppled onto him, her breasts squashing against his chest, her heart racing.

      They blindly found each other’s lips and the probing of his tongue lit her up like a spark set to dry tinder. Her fingers curled into his hair and she squirmed against him, his clothes a horrible, unwanted barrier between them. When he drew back she hungrily reached forward, kissing the side of his mouth, his neck, breathing softly and erratically against his cheek.

      ‘I’m too big for this sofa,’ Sergio muttered unsteadily. ‘Tell me you have a real bed here and not some fold-out nonsense.’

      ‘I have a bed. It creaks.’

      ‘That’ll do.’

      She didn’t know how they made their way to the bedroom. She just knew that they did. She just knew that she found herself lying СКАЧАТЬ