An Unforgettable Lady (An Unforgettable Lady #1)(26)

She licked her lips, feeling parched, and had to look away. She glanced down at his forearm. The thick cords of muscle told her he could hold her for as long as he wanted and there wasn't much she could do about it.

"Let me go." Grace tried for something close to a command. She felt as though she should put up a protest so he didn't know the truth about what was going on under her skin. Unfortunately, the breathlessness in her voice held more invitation than rebuff.

His eyes narrowed and there was a subtle shifting in him that she sensed, rather than saw. As if he were considering a problem.

She gave her arm a tug but it was a half-hearted one. She wasn't all that interested in freedom.

Smith put the mug down on a side table and slowly raised his hand to her. She felt a soft caress move down her hair until his fingers rested on her collarbone.

"So answer my question, Countess," His voice was a low growl, delicious and provocative. "Did you like what you saw?"

Grace swallowed through a tight throat as she felt his fingertips under her chin. He tilted her face up with the slightest of pressure.

The obvious answer, the only safe answer, was no.

But she knew he would catch her lie. He was looking at her with such absorption, she didn't feel like she had any other recourse but the truth.

"Yes." The word was so quiet, no louder than her breath.

And that was when she realized she would make love with him. As crazy as it was, as dangerous as it was, if he asked, she would take him into her body and never look back. It was the perfectly wrong thing to do. Her life was already spinning out of control and falling into bed with a man like him would be like hitting the gas, not the brakes.

But she didn't care.

His grip on her arm loosened and he took a step closer, his hand going under the weight of her hair. He stroked the sensitive skin at the back of her neck.

Hesitant, she reached for him, placing her hands on the thick muscles of his shoulders. She felt the heat of his body through his thin shirt.

But the moment she touched him, he frowned, as if he'd just realized what he was doing.

He pulled away sharply.

"What's wrong?" The words left her lips on a hoarse breath.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Countess?" His voice had an edge to it.

Grace's mind, choked with sensations, churned over his words." What?"

"How long's it been since you were with that husband of yours?" he said impatiently. "Or are you just interested in trying something from the other side of the tracks?”

Anger cut through her daze. "You were the one who— just now... I never came on to you."

His eyes raked over her. "You stood at that door this morning, watching me in your see-through nightgown, looking like a hungry virgin. What the hell am I supposed to think?"

Grace put her hands on her hips. "I never looked at you like that."

He leaned toward her. "You want to try that again and shoot for the truth this time?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"So when you hired me last night, you weren't thinking of tacking on a little horizontal action with the security you're buying?"

Grace's mouth dropped open. She might be obstructing the truth a little but he was a goddamn revisionist.

She jabbed her finger at him in a decidedly unladylike fashion.

"You were the one with a death grip on my arm just now." The gesture made her feel stronger so she did it again and again, pushing her words through the air at him. "And I didn't ask you to touch me. Before you start playing holier than thou, you better look in the mirror. If anyone's starving around here, it's you.”

She kicked up her chin and turned away from him. She'd gone about three feet when he caught her and spun her around.



His lips came down hard on hers and she met them with equal force. She grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling herself against him, while his arms came around her. The sensation of their bodies meeting was a rush.

Groaning, he broke off from her mouth, burying his face in her hair as if he were battling himself for control. But she didn't want him to turn away. When he started blazing a trail of kisses down her neck, she let out a sound of relief and desire and her head fell back as he took her skin in between his teeth and tasted her. His mouth explored further, down over her collarbone where his finger had once been, down into the valley between her breasts.

Roughly, he pushed the robe off her shoulders so it hung in waves from the sash around her waist. His eyes seemed to feast on the sight of her taut nipples pulling at the silk that draped over them. As he brought his hands slowly around until they rested under the weight of her breasts, her breath caught. Moving only his thumbs, he began to caress her, lingering over the hard peaks until she closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure.

"God, there is such heat in you," he said with wonder.

Her eyes opened and through the haze she saw a strange expression on his face, one that was a mix of passion and astonishment. She had the fleeting thought that if he knew she was watching, he would have hidden it.

He hooked his finger under one of the thin straps that held the nightgown's bodice in place and slipped it gently off her shoulder. The lace and silk melted away from her breast, leaving it bare to his eyes. Slowly, he dipped his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Shuddering with need, she drove her nails into his biceps. She watched as his tongue came out and licked at her tender tip. Biting her lip, she moaned again.