Gemma stopped in her tracks, unconcerned when Declan turned to scowl his impatience.
“But I don't want an engagement ring,” she declared.
Declan walked back the short distance between them, grasping her arm roughly and pulling her to one side of the sidewalk.
“Too bad because you're going to get one. And, please, don't shout like that in the street!” he snapped.
She shook off his hand.
“What else did you expect me to do? You walk so fast… You were miles away from me.”
“Only because you deliberately hung back, behaving hysterically. What on earth is the matter with you? Surely you realize, since we are engaged, that I must give you a ring… People will be looking for that, especially this evening.”
“I don't want a ring and I don
As it happened, she had exactly the right dress to wear to go out with this sophisticated man. It was a gown that had been bought for a special occasion that… had never taken place. It was an expensive one, bought to impress a boyfriend that she had finished with before the promised evening out. How ironic that she should now wear the dress to go out with Declan Starr himself!“You’re so exhausting… Do you have to argue about everything?” Declan snapped.“I need to hold on to my identity against you,” Gemma answered defiantly.“Oh, God! You're impossible!” He hailed a passing taxi, bundling her inside before sitting beside her.“Before you start a full-scale argument in the street,” he explained.“You're too dominant, t
Even so, Gemma wouldn't let him think he had got away with fooling her. Oh no, she would make sure she let him know his sordid little affair was known to her. And she wouldn't feel guilty anymore. Why should she? It didn't take her long to find Declan among the crowd, his height and distinguished appearance making him conspicuous. Gemma moved swiftly through the people to be at his side. Declan turned to look down at her flushed face and gleaming eyes, raising one eyebrow questioningly.“I thought you'd got lost.” Gemma took the glass of bubbly liquid he held out to her, flicking back her head haughtily and ignoring the curious stares of the other people.“You don't seem to be particularly bothered even if I had,” she replied coolly, sipping the chilled champagne.&
Gemma's hand flew up to her pale cheek.“Oh, no!”“Oh yes,” Declan nodded curtly.“Well… Surely they wouldn't…”“I tell you they will.”“Oh, my God! What have I done…?” Things seemed to go from bad to worse as far as she and Declan Starr were concerned. And it was all her own doing! Declan sighed.“I thought an engagement was bad enough, but this is something else completely. Marriages aren't so easy to get out of.”“Even so… I'm not marrying you, Mr. Starr!”“You may damn well have to,” Declan told her shortly. Gemma wrenched the ring from her finger and threw it on to the dashboard of the car.“No! Not in this lifet
God… He was a master of the art of kissing… Gemma had no doubt about it, and her burning anger soon turned to something completely different. Instead of making her hate him, Declan Starr’s kiss had just confirmed that she was head over heels in love with him! Gemma had been very nervous about meeting Declan again, but she needn't have bothered. He was acting as if nothing had happened between them. If anything, he was acting cooler than ever towards her, not having spoken more than a few sentences to her since she had got in the car. Declan was looking vitally attractive in cream trousers and a black fitted shirt, turned back at the cuffs to expose a tanned length of an arm, the hair here lighter than the raven sheen of his head. His clothing was
The room was his childhood bedroom… she just knew it. Everything around it was making that so obvious. His presence was imprinted in the walls, the furniture… everywhere. Gemma turned almost guiltily as she heard a movement behind her, her eyes widening with shock as she took in Declan's bare chest and the way his trousers rested low down on his lean hips. It was impossible to look away from him as his muscles rippled as he dried himself with a thick fluffy towel. Declan must have just taken a shower, and Gemma felt her cheeks color with embarrassment. She dragged her eyes away from him with effort.“I-I'm sorry… I didn't realize you were…” she bit her lip nervously.“I'm perfectly decent, Gemma,” he t
“Declan!” It was happening again, that terrible nightmare that she couldn't escape from, that came to haunt her when she least expected it. Gemma tossed restlessly about in the bed, tears streaming down her face. There were her parents, laughing together, the sun was shining down on them brightly as the three of them drove down to the coast for the day. Her father hadn't seen the man driving at them on the wrong side of the road until it was too late. The screech of brakes was amplified now in her dream, her mother's scream was echoing in her brain. The car rolled over and over again until blackness took over and she woke up screaming. Instantly, the room was flooded with light, and Declan rushed to her bedside. His face creased into a concerned frown as he saw Gemma's pale cheeks, the te
She couldn't meet his probing eyes in case he should see her lie. Declan was much too astute to miss the love shining in her eyes for him. “Then that's too bad, baby, because I have no intention of having a wife just to put her in a glass case. Women are for loving and…” “And let me guess… You love women,” she finished bitchily. “Yes.” “God, you're such a…” “I warned you once before about calling me names.” His eyes glittered dangerously. “Well… I can’t help it. If it walks like a duck...” Gemma said pointedly. Declan laughed softly. “I'll see you at breakfast. I'm going for that ride now. And, darling… If I were you, I'd try to get a little more sleep. It may improve your temper.” His la
As his lips burned across her throat, Gemma kissed the strong angle of his jawbone, aware of the tangy smell of his aftershave and the slight roughness of his skin. His hands moved with certainty across her waist to trail a path of fire up to her shoulders, smoothing the hollows of her throat with impatient fingers. Gemma was aflame with longing, longing for Declan's possession of her. She had never felt this way in any other man's arms. Never responded so totally to the senses. If he chose to take her now, she wouldn't raise a single objection. She would give herself up to just being made his. Declan drew back his head, his eyes a deep aroused grey, his own breathing as labored as her own.“Gemma, I want you… You know that, d
Pulling the card key for the room from his pocket, Declan looked at her and held it above the slot. Gemma slid the card from his fingers and inserted it. When the access light blinked green, she pushed open the door and stepped into the room ahead of him. The entire room was bathed in candlelight and flowers… She turned and reached toward him. As Declan took her hands in his, he met her gaze, losing himself in eyes that seemed both brazen and innocent. With a smile that matched her gaze, Gemma pulled him through the doorway and into her arms. For a moment, she stood pressed against his chest, fitting so perfectly. Her supple warmth flowed into him, heated Declan further still. He already held her, touched her before but somehow it felt like his first time doing it.&nbs
Gemma opened the bedroom door and walked into the sitting room of the hotel suite. The look in Declan’s eyes let her know she did the right choice. She'd chosen her dress because of its sensuous fabric and unusual design. The champagne-colored dress had a draped bodice front and back, which was barely tacked together at the shoulders, leaving most of her arms bare. The front dipped low but only hinted at what lay beneath the silky cloth. Declan took a few steps towards her then stilled.“Wow… You just took my breath away…” he murmured in front of such perfection. Gemma smiled at her future husband and felt a hot and cold shudder going up and down her spine.“You’re shivering…”
Before she could open the door entirely, someone swung it open, giving the lie to her statement. Declan was the only one arrogant enough to walk into her home uninvited like he was the master of the domain. He was dressed quite casually. Her heart jumped nervously at the sight of him.“Declan,” she said slowly. He smiled easily, completely unlike the cold front he had been showing to her all week. His eyes narrowed slightly as Jerry came to stand beside her.“Am I interrupting anything?” he asked softly.“Yes… No!” Gemma wanted him here, but she didn't want another argument. Before he had seen Jerry there had been a softness in his gaze that she had never seen before. Gemma looked at him sharply, a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach.
The trauma of the last couple of days took its toll on her and Gemma fell asleep in the chair. The sleep was just as drugged as the night before and she felt sure that the person hammering loudly on her door must have been doing so for some time before they finally woke her. Gemma staggered as she stood up, pushing her wayward hair out of her eyes. A glance at her watch showed her it was almost seven o'clock in the evening, and the rumblings of her stomach told her that it was high time she ate. She hadn't eaten anything substantial for two days and now felt weak with hunger. Another argument with Declan was the last thing she felt able to handle. But it wasn't Declan standing nervously outside her door, it was William, his brother.“Finally… I was starting to worry…” he sai
Gemma looked into Declan’s eyes, trying to understand what the hell was going on…“What wedding, Declan? Since when are we supposed to get married next month?” Gemma demanded of him. They had arrived back at her flat five minutes earlier, after spending an hour with Declan's father. Declan would be returning to the hospital shortly, but he had made it obvious her presence wasn't needed. He looked back at her but didn’t answer.“Declan, would you, please answer me? I asked you what wedding was your father talking about?” Gemma repeated impatiently. He gave a taunting smile.“Ours, darling… Of course,” he finally replied.“Are you high? You know very well there isn't going to be a wedding! I already told you I have
“Gemma, please…”“I don’t want to be a baby about it… I just… I care about your family… I've met them… And I was… I am worried about all of them… about your father… about you...” His grey eyes flashed angrily.“Do you think I didn't realize that?” he snapped. “You had told me most definitely... you wanted to know, so I came around to your flat.” A terrible trembling started in her lower limbs. He was there… and she really called him ‘sweetheart’…“You… you did?”“Yes, Gemma,” Declan confirmed wearily. “It must have been three o'clock by this time. You'd already gone to bed. And you'd foolishly left your door unlocked,” he added sternly.&ldqu
“Of course, Gemma,” William acknowledged. She gently touched his arm.“I told you how I felt about Declan from the beginning.”“Yes, you did. I'm sorry I tried to cause trouble between you two yesterday. I don’t understand what came over me…” If only he knew how much damage he had done! But he and Declan had enough to worry about with their father's illness without her raking up old arguments. Gemma gave him a vague smile before rushing into her bedroom. Declan was partly dressed by this time, his black leather shoes back on his feet and his shirt pulled back on over his powerful shoulders. His look darkened as Gemma came into the room and she ran into his arms, her own arms passing around his waist below the unbuttoned shirt.&nbs
“W-waiting for me?” Gemma repeated breathlessly. Declan stood up now and came towards her.“Mm-hmm,” he murmured. “Your glorious eyes were promising interesting things tonight… And I have no intention of letting any other man collect them.”“Promising interesting things?” She held on to the towel that was in danger of falling off to reveal her body in all its naked glory.“You… you're quite mistaken, Declan Starr!”“I don't think so, sweet darling.” He touched her pale cheeks.“You don't look well, Gemma. Have you been ill?”“No. I’ve been just fine, thank you very much,” she answered huskily, unnerved by his closeness.“Really? Not
She looked quickly away, all color leaving her face.“Would you mind if we sat down, Jerry?” she asked breathlessly. He put an arm about her shoulders.“That last one wore you out, did it?” he teased. Gemma gave a shaky smile.“Yes.” She deliberately swapped seats with Jerry, her back now firmly turned to the couple she most wanted to avoid. This was so… unfair… So hurtful and painful…“Gemma?” Jerry touched her hand. She smiled at him wanly.“Sorry, Jerry. I think I have a headache coming on.”“Would you like me to take you home?”&n