Free An Unexpected Song by Iris Johansen Page B

the spellbinding seduction to which she had been subjected in her dressing room, Jason’s lightness put her off balance. She disappeared into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
    Jason was wrong; the shower did little to relax her. She was too conscious of him waiting naked just beyond the door. After she had dried herself she slipped on the dark blue velour robe, took off her shower cap, and let her hair flow down her back. She reached up and tentatively touched a lock brushing her shoulders. Her breasts swelled against the soft material of the robe as she recalled Jason rubbing those strands back and forth across his lips. Her heart was suddenly slamming against her rib cage. She had been half joking about him hypnotizing her, but she couldn’t deny the physical magnetism he held for her. Sweet heaven, she wanted him.
    She took a deep breath, turned, and opened the door. He was sitting on the chair across the room, one leg thrown over the arm of the chair as natural and at ease as if he were fully clothed. She wished desperately she could be as calm.
    His gaze searched her face and his eyes widened. “I’ll be damned, I think you’re afraid of me.”
    “No,” she said. “Yes.” Her hand fumbled nervously at the belt at her waist. “I told you I wasn’t used to this kind of thing.”
    He rose slowly to his feet and came toward her. “I should have had you under me in that bed two minutes after you walked into the room. Then you wouldn’t have had time to think about—” He stopped before her and reached out his indexfinger to gently touch her left cheek. “I wanted to show you how patient and gentlemanly I could be. Hoisted on my own petard.” His hand fell away from her cheek and he stepped back. “Well, I’ll have to repair my fences, won’t I?”
    “What do you mean?” She watched in bewilderment as he crossed the room, lifted the heavy easy chair in which he had been lounging, and carried it to the center of the room. “And what on earth are you doing?”
    “Setting the stage. Too bad we don’t have a platform.” He slanted a reckless smile at her, then positioned the chair beneath the small amber and crystal chandelier in the center of the bedroom. “You’re going to pose for me.”
    She blinked. “What?”
    “You heard me.” He pushed her gently back into the big chair before going over to the wall beside the door and turning on the overhead light. “I want to make damn sure you want me as much as I want you.” He came back toward her. “As much as you wanted me this afternoon in the cottage when you were posing for your father.” His fingers brushed her throat and a shiver went through her. “But you weren’t really posing for Charlie, were you? It was for me. You were remembering I told you last night how I fantasized about you when you posed. When you looked at me, I knew you were wondering if I was still thinking about the two of us in the chair.” He settled himself on the floor a few yards away and crossed his legs as he had that afternoon in the cottage. “And we both know I was.” He smiled coaxingly. “Pose for me, Daisy.”
    The hot color stained her cheeks. “I … can’t. I feel foolish.”
    “But excited?”
    She was surprised to find her nervousness ebbing, submerged by the sheer erotic strangeness of the situation. “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Do you want to know what I’m thinking now?”
    Her fascinated gaze met his across the room. His face was taut, his light green eyes shimmering, his lips heavily sensual.
    “Yes.”
    “I’m thinking how fair your hair looks against the dark blue of the robe.” His voice lowered. “And I’m thinking how much I’d like you to take the robe off. Will you do that for me, Daisy?”
    His tone was coaxing, but again she had the feeling of being mesmerized by the sheer force of his will. “Do it,” he repeated softly. “I didn’t get the chance to savor you last night. I want to look at you.”
    Her fingers began