mind of their own.
Gia had never considered herself to be a particularly sexual
person.
Certainly Liam had found her ‘An unresponsive bitch’ in bed. And since her husband had been so much more experienced than her, she’d
naturally believed him. But now, the way her breasts were reacting, swelling,
under Daniel’s hot gaze and the way her nipples were bullet hard, she was
beginning to wonder if she was losing her tiny mind.
"Your late husband was an idiot," said Daniel
without looking at her. Instead, he casually counted out the notes.
She desperately tried to come up with a plausible reason why
she had so much cash.
Gia opened her mouth to speak, but his gaze flew to hers and
the hot flash of warning in his eyes made her stop and think again.
"Do not even think about lying to me,
darling."
Darling?
He'd called her darling as if he actually meant it.
Then she realized that by referencing her thoughts of her
late and not lamented husband, plus her thought of coming up with an excuse, Daniel
did indeed appear to have the ability to read her mind. Something like fear hit
her too hard because she knew the possibility was utterly ridiculous. However,
logic didn't stop her throat going bone dry.
Still holding the cash, Daniel moved off the bed and made
himself comfortable on a couch. He stretched out long legs as he took a sip of
cognac, all the while those vivid blue eyes never left her face.
"Before you speak, let’s look at the evidence, shall
we? It appears you’ve been moonlighting. Correct? A nod of the head will
do." This was the lawyer speaking and Gia knew what Daniel was like in
this mood.
A hard rock of anxiety settled in her belly. Moonlighting
was strictly forbidden if you worked for Gillespie, Pattullo and Hindmarch.
She nodded.
"And by the dress you were wearing last night and the
amount of cash I’m holding in my hand I assume you’ve sold yourself in some
way. Correct?"
Her brow creased as the tip of her tongue ran from one
corner of her top lip to the other.
Then a sound had her eyes jerk to his in alarm.
Did he just growl at her?
Now that voice went very low, "And you’ve been sleeping
in my apartment? For how long?"
A trickle of perspiration wormed down her spine.
"Five days," her voice was no more than a whisper.
"Care to tell me why?" But then with a careless
flick of his hand he waved away the question as his eyes took a leisurely
stroll over her body. "What does it matter."
He knocked back his drink, rose to his feet and moved
towards her.
Before she could even take a breath, her chin was taken in a
rough grip as he tilted her face up to his.
"I hope to fuck you’ve had enough common sense to use
protection, have you?"
Her breathless sob had him narrow those vivid blue eyes
fractionally and she knew he was going to kiss her.
Torn between terror and a brutal arousal, her pulse
fluttered wildly in her neck.
Daniel’s gaze appeared riveted to the spot before he groaned
deep in his throat and his mouth plundered, ravished hers.
Shock had her go utterly still as a strong arm pulled her
into his rock hard chest.
His fingers threaded through her hair gripping it too tight.
Now his heavy body pushed her back to the mattress.
Through his jeans she felt his thick and heavy shaft press
into the soft skin of her belly firing molten heat between her legs. She
shuddered in his arms and found her own slide up his back and over wide strong
shoulders. Muscles of steel tensed under smooth skin as her fingertips pressed
into his flesh.
Nothing could have prepared her for this.
She’d been kissed by Liam but she’d never been kissed,
tasted, so thoroughly like this by a man as if he was starving for her.
His tongue explored the soft wet heat of her mouth.
A whimper escaped from her throat.
This was nothing like last night.
This was a different man.
How often had she secretly wondered what Daniel Gillespie
tasted like?
Well, now she knew.
Large hands slid down her back to