Taming the Rebel Tycoon. Ally Blake

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      Seeing her wince, he said, ‘It should be a lot less painful once it’s strapped up.’

      Taking a pad soaked in something cold and a stretch bandage, he sat down on the edge of the bed and proceeded to deftly apply them.

      ‘There—’he tucked the end in neatly ‘—how does that feel?’

      ‘Much better already, thank you.’

      ‘With a bit of luck it will be as good as new by morning.’He rose to his feet and pulled the quilt up in preparation for going.

      She was just breathing a sigh of relief when he sat down again and studied her face. ‘You look a bit pale and tense; would you like a hot drink and a couple of painkillers before I leave you?’

      Very conscious of him, she shook her head. ‘Thank you, but I don’t really need them. My ankle’s fine while I’m lying down. It only hurts when I try to put any weight on it…’ Realising that nervousness was making her babble, she stopped abruptly.

      ‘Then if there’s nothing else I can do for you, I’ll say goodnight.’

      Leaning over, he kissed her, his mouth brushing hers lightly, seductively. Then, his lips tracing the soft underside of her chin and travelling down the creamy column of her throat, he whispered, ‘Unless you’ve changed your mind about sharing my bed?’

      Feeling as though she was drowning in honey, she struggled against the temptation to say she had. Though she couldn’t remember anything about it, she was no longer a virgin, so what had she got to lose?

      Her self-respect, that was what! And it was important to her. Last night she had been drunk and unable to help herself, but tonight she was stone cold sober and responsible for her actions.

      ‘I want to make love to you,’ he murmured softly, while his hands found the soft curves of her breasts and the firming nipples beneath the thin satin of her nightdress, ‘I want to sleep with you in my arms, to wake to find you beside me and make love to you all over again…Tell me you want it, too…’

      Her lips moved, but no sound came.

      ‘Tell me,’ he insisted.

      ‘I can’t!’ It was almost a sob. ‘I can’t…’

      ‘Why can’t you? I know you want me. Your whole body’s telling me so.’

      ‘I’ve never…’ She swallowed hard, then went on desperately, ‘I’ve never gone in for one-night stands or casual sex and I don’t want to start now.’

      He frowned a little. ‘Who said anything about a one-night stand or casual sex? Neither the way I feel about you, nor my intentions are in any way casual.’

      His words held a ring of truth and her heart leapt. If it really was true, it altered everything.

      Then common sense told her not to be foolish. How could he feel anything for her when they’d only known each other for twenty-four hours?

      But why couldn’t he?

      What she felt for him, whether she called it infatuation or falling in love, was anything but casual. In fact it was so strong, so overwhelming, it made anything she had felt for Kevin fade into insignificance.

      Shaken and confused, she stared down at the old patchwork quilt, its colours faded and mellowed by time, while a part of her mind, standing detached, aloof, thought how pretty it was.

      After a moment or two when, head bent, she remained silent, he rose to his feet and said evenly, ‘Sleep well. I’ll see you in the morning.’

      She watched him head for the door, her thoughts racing. Just for the sake of her pride or the fear of what the future might hold, was she going to let him walk away? Turn her back on this chance to be with him? If it all ended in tears, at least she would have known some happiness…

      His hand was on the latch when she spoke his name.

      Though her voice was barely above a whisper, he turned and looked at her.

      ‘Please don’t go.’

      He came to the side of the bed and, his handsome face alight with satisfaction and triumph, asked, ‘You’ve never slept in a centuries-old four-poster on a goosefeather bed?’

      ‘No.’ Nor did she know what it was like to sleep in a man’s arms.

      Pulling back the quilt, he scooped her up. ‘Then this will be a first.’

      In the master bedroom, which was unlit save for a log fire that blazed cheerfully in the wide stone hearth, the air smelt pleasantly of pine-resin, beeswax and lavender. The pillows on the splendid four-poster had been plumped up and the bed-clothes turned down invitingly.

      He carried her over to the bed, which was so high that on either side there was a wooden step up to it, and laid her down. Saying, ‘We won’t need this,’ he eased her nightdress over her head and tossed it aside, before pulling up the covers.

      When he had quickly stripped off his own clothes and hung them over a chair, he disappeared into the bathroom, promising softly, ‘I won’t be long.’

      As the door closed behind him, some lines from an anonymous poem began to run through her head:

      The day had faded fast and gone, and in that shining night, he offered me a precious gift, a promise of delight…

      A thrill of excitement and anticipation ran through her, making her breath catch in her throat and her heart beat erratically.

      Moonlight gleamed on the casements and somewhere close at hand an owl hooted with melancholy mirth, while in the grate a log slipped and settled, sending up a shower of bright sparks and making long shadows dance across the ceiling.

      The bathroom door opened and he came out, his dark hair still damp from the shower and without a stitch on, as she had seen him that morning.

      Was it only that morning? It seemed so long ago.

      She had thought then what a magnificent male animal he was. Now, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Every bone in her body seemed to melt with longing and her entire being cried out for his possession.

      Her face must have registered what she was thinking and feeling, because he said in a voice shaken between passion and laughter, ‘When you look at me like that you make me feel like Suleiman.’

      He slid beneath the covers and joined her.

      The moment he touched her she began to tremble.

      Running his hands down her slender body and feeling her response, he said softly, ‘You’re all fizz and sparkle, like champagne.

      ‘But though champagne is heady and exhilarating, it’s light, surface stuff.’

      Taking first one pink nipple in his mouth and then the other, he suckled sweetly while his long fingers found the silken warmth of her inner thighs.

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