Page 87 of Nothing to Tell

“I didn’t think you’d be naked,” he said.“Do you think if I’d thought you were going to be any kind of naked I’d have been in a different room?”

“Yes, you’ve certainly mastered making your point.And to think I thought you were repulsed by my body.”

She grabbed her bag from the floor, and he immediately seized it.

“Your body is beautiful.”

“You snapped at me.”

“Because I wanted to make love to you so badly.Do you know what it’s like to want something so damn bad?God, I thought I’d explode.”

“Charmer,” she said and tried to grab her bag back.

He held it away from her.“You don’t carry the bags, I carry the bags.”

“What are you?My valet?”she asked.“I can carry a bag.”

“We’re rich, sweetheart, you never have to lift a finger again.”

Ah, dry wit.Good thing she could read it in him or that would’ve been offensive.

“I have to go home,” she said when his gaze slithered down her body.“I have to go home.I have a car to return tonight, remember?If I don’t leave your company, how can I return to it?”

“Keep the car,” he said, tossing her bag aside to bear down on her.

Her hands rose but he kept on coming until she was flush against the bedpost, palms flat on his chest.

She screeched.“Bastian!”

“I can be quick,” he said, caressing her hips and ass until he had the latter in his grip.

He squeezed her closer until her eyes flared.It didn’t matter how many times she saw it, or had it inside her, he always felt overwhelming.Rather than fear, the anxiety of accepting him made her mouth water.She’d never been sex hungry before, never in her life.She wriggled closer, lifting one leg to his hip.He grabbed it to balance her, granting her access to rub her clit against the stimulation he offered.

“You’re so hot,” he muttered.Eyes closed, head back, she writhed, literally using him as a sex toy.Shit, what was wrong with her?Straightening, she tried to take her leg back but he held it higher.“Don’t be embarrassed.I want to share this with you.”

“It’s not much fun for you.”

His grin slid up slowly.“You’d be surprised, Sweet.”

She nudged his chest and he relented.“We’re late for breakfast.”

Somehow, it could only have been divine intervention, but they managed to separate and get downstairs to the Hunt breakfast table.Greetings were exchanged, coffee was poured.All civilized.She could do normal, respectful, social.Could she?There had been points in the night the whole damn world was topsy-turvy.It wasn’t quite right on its axis yet.

“Did you decide?”Carolyn asked over the breakfast table.“Bastian?”

Bastian was frowning at her.Frowning wasn’t good.What did she do wrong?His parents and sister awaited his response, but his focus remained intent on her.

“Knight,” Harper said putting down her knife to cover his hand with hers.

“Hmm?”He snapped out of his daze and checked the faces around the circular table.“What?”

“Mom asked about August,” Keely said to him.

“Have you made a decision?”Carolyn asked.

“No,” Bastian said.

“We take a family vacation in August,” Carolyn explained.“By this time of the year we’ve usually decided on where.Do you have a preference?”