“Yes. I have a friend with a passion for the game. I will locate a deck of cards to amuse you if you like.” Dean said.
She took another sip of champagne. “I’d like that. If you play gin rummy with me, I’ll play poker with you,” she promised.
“So, we will both indulge our vices.” he replied.
That sounded good to her. She wasn’t indulging any vices with Dash.
Dean was back within a minute, a deck of cards in his hand. While he amused her with stories of Dash’s friends, they played a game of gin rummy.
They had only played a couple of hands when it became apparent she would win. On her second glass of champagne, she was feeling warm and benevolent when she went out for the last time.
So, although she would much rather have played another game of rummy, when Dean's frown told her he did
“He touched you?” Dash asked.The deadly softness of his voice warned her that she had phrased that very badly. She spun in her chair to face him and regretted the action at once. First and foremost because it made her dizzy, but secondly because his expression was frightening. He looked like he wanted to kill someone and she thought that person might be Dean. She didn’t want to cause any problems between the two men, especially when the younger one had been so nice to her.She glared at Dash. “Not like that. I’m not like your other girlfriend, Olivia. I don’t go about kissing men in public places.” She said.Dash ignored the reference to Olivia. “How did he touch you, Tess? Tell me.” His voice was deadly soft.“He kissed my hand and he called me beautiful. If you want the truth, it made me feel nice.” She replied.A lot nicer than having Dash dump the suntan lotion in his sister’s
Shadows played across Tess's closed eyelids as the sounds of the party faded completely from her hearing. Then there was the sound of a door closing behind them. But still he didn’t lift his mouth from hers and she didn’t open her eyes.Awash with sensation, her sensory receptors were inundated with pleasure.The solid feel of a bed beneath her told her he had brought her into a guest room. The feel of his more than solid body on top of hers told her he intended to stay. Her legs instinctively parted, making room for him against her most sensitive flesh. Wearing only their swimsuits, masculine hair covered limbs slid against feminine softness. The sensitive flesh of her inner thighs thrilled to the press of hard, sculpted muscles.The hands she’d so desperately wanted to touch her were all over her skin, leaving a trail of hot desire in their wake.She moaned and arched up toward him, pressing he
She sat up, curling her knees into her chest and effecting as much modesty as possible without her clothes on. His hardness had not abated, but his breathing was growing calmer. She looked away, embarrassed by the intimacy of seeing him like this. She wanted to know the miracle of being connected to him in the most personal way any woman could know a man, but she didn’t doubt he would stand by his ultimatum.Marriage, or nothing.“Dash,” she said tentatively.“Yes?” he replied.“Um…” How did a woman ask this kind of question? “Do you believe in fidelity?” she asked.He sat up and glared at her, supremely unconcerned by his nudity. “Once we are married, there will be no other man.” he said.Was he really that dense? “I meant you. If I marry you, will I have to worry about you taking a mistress?”“No.” he replied. There was a rock-solid certainty in
"Excuse me? You are doing what exactly with him?" Victoria's said, almost yelling. "Here I am waiting for you to get this over with and come back here, and you're telling me shit about enjoy your stay with him. You are not thinking straight""Would you relax a little bit Vicky?" Savannah said. "Calm down"She had just returned from her evening walk on the beach. It had become sort of a habit. Sometime Matt joined her, but today he had to work so she had gone alone. She had just returned to the living room when Vicky called.Vicky hissed. "No I will not calm down" she replied. "I don't understand why you are doing this to yourself. Have you forgotten how much he hurt you? Well if you have, I haven't. I'm your best friend, Savannah, and I know how hurt you were when he pushed you away. And there is a chance that he might do it again. I don't want to lose you. I almost did the last time"Savannah smil
He blew out his breath. “Let’s not talk about that, okay? Whatever happened in the past, the point is, I don’t want you to walk away now. I can’t stand the thought of it.”“Okay,” she said so quietly he almost didn’t hear.He reached out and nudged her chin up. “Okay?” he asked.“I want to stay. I have no idea how we’ll work all this out, but I want to try.”Satisfaction ripped through him, so savage that for a moment he couldn’t breathe. He had to temper his reaction because he wanted nothing more than to grab her, haul her into his arms and hold her so damn tight that she could never escape.“We’ll do more than try,” he vowed. “We’re going to fix this, Savvie. We’re going to make it work this time.”Savannah nodded, but she sai
She was turned on. She wanted this as much as he did. And that was a lot.More than anything he’d ever desired in his life.He moved away from her with a teasing grin on his face. Then he stepped back, kicking off his shoes and shrugging out of his shirt.Mesmerised, she simply stared at him. His shoulders were wide, his chest broad and tapering down to a lean waist, his skin gleaming like burnished gold in stark contrast to the mass of black curling hair arrowing down his strong body. His long arms were hard and muscular and had their own dusting of hair.His hands...his hands were unfastening his trousers. Savannah gasped, her heart skipping a beat."Something wrong, Savvie?" he asked as he moved towards her again. His hands settled on her waist and Savannah was glad of the support, shaken by the intensity of her own desire for him."No," she murmured. "Never more
She was damp and hot and aching for him and her legs moved apart instinctively. Her head burrowed lower, looking for a taut male nipple, one hand sliding over his lean hips searching for something else.Matt's hand tangled in her hair and urged her head up. "Not so fast, sweetheart" he said. He laughed softly, his face inches from hers. "I want to make this good for you, to make it last."With passion-dazed eyes she looked into his face, the smouldering black eyes, the dishevelled hair that she was responsible for, and the wickedly sinful mouth smiling down. It was the smile that goaded her even as her insides were melting like hot treacle.Daringly her slender fingers inched around his hip and touched the long velvet shaft, and she heard him groan. "Why wait?" she prompted breathlessly, her blue eyes widening to blaze with a need and knowledge as old as Eve. "We can always do it again."
He put a hand between them to touch her cheek and then he carefully pulled her away until he looked down into her eyes.The stark emotion there. The devastation. It was like a knife to the gut. She looked so very vulnerable.Fragile. And scared. She looked scared to death. Was she afraid of him? Of what had happened? He couldn’t bear it if she hated herself for giving in to the overwhelming tension that had been building ever since he’d brought her to the island.“What are you thinking?” he asked hoarsely. “Tell me you don’t regret this, Savvie. Anything but regret.”Slowly she shook her head and he felt something loosen inside him. Relief. But it was only the first step.He caressed her cheek, enjoying the feel of her satiny skin. No matter how much he’d told himself that he was better off without her, that he was well rid of her, he could
His hold was almost bruising now. “I know you have stopped loving me. I deserve it, but I love you, baby. You are the air that I breathe. The only music my heart wants to hear. The other half of my soul. I will make you love me again. I can do it. You still want me,” he said as one hand cupped her breast with its already tight peak.She turned her head and cupped his face between her palms so she could see into his eyes. “You love me?” she asked.“For a long time. Since before that party I think, but to admit it would have been to admit the end of my independence. Fool that I was, I thought that mattered. Without you all the freedom in the world would be a tiny cell in a prison of loneliness.”Her jaw dropped open. She couldn’t help it. Not only had he said he loved her, but he’d gotten positively poetic about it. “Those are pretty mushy sentiments.” She said.He shrugged, his nature showing stronger in that m
Neal Patchett didn’t even sound sorry.“Because he doesn’t love me,” she fairly shouted into the phone.“No reason to yell, missy. I may be getting old, but I hear just fine. The man wants you and for him, that’s probably as close to love as any woman will ever get.”She curled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them. Could her father be right?“You should not have done it.” She said.“Tess, you wouldn’t take anything else from me.”“I didn’t want anything, just your love.” That was all she’d ever wanted from the two most important men in her life and the one thing she was destined not to get. “I’ve got to go.”“No, wait, child.”“What?” she asked with a lackluster voice.“I do love you.” he said.Four words she’d longed to hear since she was a child. They touched her now, healed some thin
The rejection she felt was shattering.“I thought you cared about me. I knew it wasn’t love, but this thing between you and my father—it’s so demeaning. The knowledge that our marriage was the result of an arrangement between you and my father so you could get your company back…” Words failed her for several seconds as she struggled to keep the tears at bay.Finally, she swallowed. “I never would have suspected anything like that, but it explains so much.”He stepped toward her, his hand extended, “Tess, please, we can make this marriage of ours work.”She reared back, almost falling off the sofa. “Don’t come near me. I don’t want you touching me.” When she remembered how he had blackmailed her into marriage, using his body as the bait, she shuddered.His expression was that of a jaguar thwarted of its prey.“I want some time to think. Alone.” She said.He shook his head in sharp n
She glared at him, anger and resentment boiling in a cauldron inside her that was ready to explode all over him. She jumped up and faced him, fury making her body rigid. “I don’t have to convince you of anything.” He was the one who’d been caught taking a shower while his former girlfriend lounged around answering his phone. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll call my father and ask him.”She turned to do just that, but his words stopped her.“Do not go. I will tell you.” Dash's complexion had gone gray. “You thought your father tried to get us together, but you did not realize the methods he used?”The methods had been pretty obvious, or at least she had thought so at the time. “He sent you to check on me in Athens.”“He sent me, yes, but not to check on you. I was under duress to convince you of marriage.” Dash said.That explained so much. Dash looked sick and she could imagine why. A proud m
She leaned forward and kissed him, still holding his face in her hands. She stroked her hands through his hair and then over his cheeks again, smiling a tender smile all the while.“We make quite a pair, don’t we? We’ve made mistakes. But I like to think that we haven’t given up. And that maybe we’re stronger for it all. It makes me hurt that you’ve given up so much for me. Your family. The place you grew up in. And you gave it up, bought a beautiful house you knew I’d love all because you loved me. If I don’t forgive you then I’m denying myself that love and I don’t want to live without you, Matt. Or your love. Not anymore. The last months have been the worst of my life. I don’t ever want to relive that kind of agony again.”He pulled her into his arms, leaning forward so they didn’t tumble into the sand. He held her so tightly she couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t care. They were together. Finally. Without all the hurt and pain of the past. Without
The flight and subsequent transportation to the villa on the beach was seamless. Matt had changed his mind about going back to the paradise villa as he didn't want his mom or Enzo showing up again and upsetting Savannah so they had gone to moon island instead,the place where David and Emily had gotten married.Matt had ensured that Savannah was given every consideration. She was endlessly pampered and waited on and when they arrived on the island, they were greeted not only by the physician who would be monitoring her care, but a personal nurse who would reside at the villa with her and Matt.When Savannah got her first look at the sprawling villa, it took her breath away. They drove through a gate and down a winding driveway that was lined with lush, gorgeous flowers. Just for a moment the driveway paralleled the beach before it ended in front of the main house.The house couldn’t be more than a few steps fr
The tacit agreement to her fears made Tess's knees give way and she sank onto the side of the bed. “Are you saying you spent the night with my husband?” she asked. Her voice trembled, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted to die.“Are you sure you want me to answer that question?” Olivia asked.“No,” Tess whispered, her vocal cords too constricted for normal conversation, “but I need you to.”Olivia hesitated. When she spoke, her voice had changed, become more tentative. “Perhaps you had better discuss this with Dash.”Tess didn’t answer. She just held the phone to her ear and stared at the far wall of the room she shared with Dash. Was this what death felt like? Your whole body going numb and your emotions imploding until there was nothing left?Another voice intruded on her blanked out mental state. “Tess? Is that you, honey?”And she realized she wasn’t numb. “Don’t call me
Dash called again at dinner that evening from Rome. She picked the call, feeling subdued and just plain not up to arguing with his mother or sister about taking the call. Then she stood up and left the table.“Hello, Dash. Was there something you wanted?” she asked in a voice that sounded dead to her own ears.“Yes, Tess, I want many things, but I called to apologize for my behavior when you told me about the baby.” He sounded tired. “I want our baby, honey. I am sorry I was less than enthusiastic when you told me.”She dismissed the apology as too little, too late. Perhaps if he hadn’t been treating her so hurtfully for days beforehand, it would have been enough. “Don’t call me honey. You don’t love me and I don't see any reason why you should. I don’t ever want you to use that word with me again.”“Tess, I…” He hesitated.Strange to hear her super-confident husband hesitant.
Stepping out into the sunshine from the air-conditioned building, Tess asked herself where she could go. Looking up and down the busy street, she knew she wanted only to get away from the crush of people. An image of the grounds surrounding the Black villa rose in her mind like Valhalla to her ravaged state. She would take a taxi to the grounds and then when she was ready, she could walk home.Having a plan of action helped calm her churning emotions enough to wipe her tears away and wave down a cab.She had the driver drop her on the outskirts of the Black estate. Luckily, she remembered the code for the small gate in the far wall. She and Elena had used it once before on an afternoon walk.Once inside the estate’s walls, she walked only far enough to hide herself in the trees, then sank to the ground. Her back resting against the trunk of one of them, she let the tears fall freely. It hurt so much.