Free Secrets of the Tycoon's Bride by Emilie Rose

sundress skimmed her curves that yanked his awakened libido like an angler setting his hook.
    Last night’s kiss at the restaurant had rocked him with a tsunami of unexpected hunger. The one at the airport this morning had rocked him, too. And that was before he’d seen his soon-to-be wife looking like this.
    He wanted her. Need pulsed in his gut. But he’d promised to abide by her no-sex rule until she said otherwise.
    And dammit, he prided himself on being a man of his word.
    That didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to change her mind. But not until after the wedding. Judging by the wariness in her eyes if he tried to seduce her tonight he’d be missing a fiancée before the ceremony tomorrow.
    â€œMy bedroom’s across the den.” Desire roughened his voice.
    â€œOkay.” She looked and sounded relieved.
    If he wanted to sleep better tonight than he had last night he needed to get out of this room, out of this house before he started picturing Lauryn wearing nothing but sleek, wet skin and a dusting of bubbles in that whirlpool tub. With him beside or beneath her.
    Too late. He stifled a groan.
    â€œWhere are your glasses?” he asked in an attempt to sideline his illicit thoughts.
    White teeth pinched her bottom lip and she wrinkled her nose. She looked so damned adorably guilty he almost whimpered. “I…um, don’t really need them.”
    â€œWhy in the hell did you hide behind shapeless clothing and ugly glasses?” It made no sense. The women he knew flaunted their assets. Hell, they paid good money to have bigger, better assets implanted.
    â€œI learned not to draw attention to my looks a long time ago. Men assume if you’re pretty, you’re stupid and available.”
    â€œAnd you aren’t available?” He knew she wasn’t stupid.
    â€œNot at the moment.”
    Her flip response stirred something unfamiliar in him. Possessiveness? No. Determination to make sure this plan worked. He couldn’t afford slip-ups if he wanted the council and his brothers to believe he’d fallen for his straightlaced accountant and settled down. “And you won’t be until after we’re divorced.”
    â€œThat won’t be a problem.”
    The certainty in her tone raised red flags. Holy hell, was she gay? Did that explain why no one had seen her on a date? South Beach had a large gay population. Was that the real reason she’d moved to Florida? Because her story about her father had seemed a lame reason to move three thousand miles.
    No, Lauryn couldn’t be gay. He hadn’t imagined the attraction between them or the hunger in her eyes. He’d felt the softening of her lips beneath his when he’d kissed her, and he’d heard her breath catch each time he’d touched her.
    He wanted to kiss her now. To prove his theory.
    But he wouldn’t. Not yet.
    Even though his neglected hormones had him in a tailspin.
    Forget the candles, flowers and prepared meals he’d asked Cassie to arrange so he and Lauryn could play out the love-birds-needing-privacy farce. He couldn’t handle a romantic dinner on the deck tonight. He needed crowds. Loud music. A noisy restaurant. Distractions. Anything but an intimate dinner for two.
    â€œWe’re eating out tonight. Be ready in ten.”
    Lauryn’s brow creased. “Cassie said she’d filled the refrigerator with local dishes for us.”
    Damn. He’d hoped his half sister had neglected to mention that detail. “She did.”
    Lauryn swept back her champagne locks with a newly manicured hand tipped in pearl-pink polish. The muscles of Adam’s abdomen ripped as if she’d scraped those short nails across his flesh.
    â€œAdam, I’d rather postpone the whole putting-on-a-show-for-the-locals thing, if you don’t mind. I know we have to eventually, but it’s our first night here and I’m kind of whipped. Cassie is a shopping machine.