Lacybourne Manor (Ghosts and Reincarnation #3)(42)

She unzipped her jeans and slid them off her hips, kicking them away and standing in front of him feeling desperately ill-at-ease and wearing nothing but lacy black underwear and rhinestone shoes.

It was at that moment she felt the most like a whore and something inside her curled up and died. Her mother and father both told her that her big heart would be the finish of her one day.

This was that day.

He didn’t answer her question about working. He was staring at her like she was a long tall glass of ice water and he’d just stumbled out of the desert.

“Colin?”

Upon hearing her voice, with a start, his eyes moved from her body to her face and they were lit with a fire that turned her bones to mush.

And it wasn’t with fear.

She forced herself to go on. “My job’s important to me. What if I’m working?”

“I thought I just gave you fifty thousand pounds?” he replied.

She forgot about that. How she did, she didn’t know, but she did.

She couldn’t exactly tell him he was buying her body in exchange for a minibus for oldies, he’d think she was a lunatic.

When she didn’t answer he said, “You’re on a two month holiday.”

That thing that died inside her, whatever it was, turned to ash.

He was utterly ruthless.

She could do nothing but nod. She worked more hours than she was paid and hadn’t taken a day of holiday in a year. She also made her own hours and there was always something happening at the Community Centre.

She’d make it work.

From the look in his eyes, she’d have to make it work.

“Is that all?” she asked.

“Would you like more?” he returned.

She shook her head vehemently.

“Take off your underwear but leave the shoes.”

Dear goddess, she was going to melt in a puddle at the side of her bed. How she could be terrified, miserable and turned on all at the same time, she had no idea.

But she was.

And she did as she was told.

By the time she was finished he’d completed disrobing and stood in front of her in absolute brazen nakedness. His body was extraordinary, she’d never seen anything like it outside of a magazine. His muscles defined, the jutting bones of his h*ps and lower…

“Dear goddess,” she whispered.

She totally forgot her own nakedness at the sight of his.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered.

Then she remembered.

She turned, trying to hide her embarrassment with a fall of her hair. She sat down on the side of the bed but before she could push herself to the middle, he was there, his strong arms around her lifting her up and planting her back, deeper on the bed.

He pushed her to back and his body came down on hers.

Strangely, Sibyl thought, when his weight hit her, he felt heavy and warm and unbelievably but indescribably right.

She trembled with fear and desire and she hated herself all the more because only very bad girls enjoyed this type of thing.

What kind of woman was she?

She started, “Colin, I’ve –”

But she didn’t finish, his head came down, his mouth claimed hers, his tongue sweeping inside – Colin Morgan kissed her, her entire body quivered and it started.

* * * * *

Colin trailed the tips of his fingers down Sibyl’s spine, all the way to the very shapely curve of her generously rounded bottom.

He felt her tremble under his fingers.

She’d been worth every penny of those fifty thousand pounds. Even if he didn’t have her again, he wouldn’t regret the money. Hell, he would have paid it just to witness her standing before him in nothing but that black underwear, as ludicrous as that notion was.

However, it was true. She was just that exquisite.

She was lying on her belly, her face turned away from him, locks of her leonine hair falling on her back, her shoulders and tumbled all over her pillows.

So much for Royce and Beatrice’s reincarnated souls shaking off the curse in an earth-shattering moment of glory the minute they consummated their passion.

He’d felt the earth move but it started and stopped with Sibyl bucking under him and moaning his name with her intense cl**ax that he could not, for the life of him (even as cynical as he was), believe was fake.

It had taken him some time to settle her obvious nerves, either this was her first time selling her body or she wasn’t used to it. But once his mouth and hands were on her, she melted, and even if she was truly a consummate actress, he didn’t care.

She was, quite simply, the best he ever had.

And he’d had a lot.

She did taste as fantastic as she felt and smelled (tonight, she smelled of fruit and flowers and it was a thoroughly intoxicating scent).

He’d never felt the driving need, the insistent demand of his body to possess anyone like he’d felt the need to possess her. Colin could barely contain himself, nearly didn’t have the patience he needed to calm her nerves and incite her passion before he drove into her. He was ready for her before they’d made it to the bed.

And it had been everything her luscious body, her brilliant eyes, her phenomenal hair and her fiery temper promised it would be… and more.

Two months of her might not be enough. If it got any better than this, he’d buy two more. He’d double the price if needed to keep that magnificent body writhing under him, her mouth on him, her legs open for him.