A Tycoon in Texas by Crystal Green

Author:Crystal Green
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Silhouette
Published: 2005-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Afterward, Derek tried to seem as unaffected as possible, removing her shoes and tickling her feet, carrying her to the bedroom so they could spend the rest of the night there.

Christina had just thrown him for a loop, that’s all. Come morning, she’d be out of his system. If they were lucky, Derek could even turn this experience to their advantage, erasing the tension between them, relaxing all the “what-ifs” and returning their main focus to business.

That’s what he told himself, at least, as he watched Christina snooze once again.

As with the other night in the office, she was sleeping the slumber of the innocent.

Earlier, she’d turned on a dim lamp at his request, allowing him to enjoy every inch of her beautiful body as they made love a second time. Now, with her dark hair spread over the pillow, her face smooth, her hands cupped near her chin, he could hardly believe this angel was the same woman he’d made love with an hour ago.

But, hell, it wasn’t much of a shock to Derek that she matched him in passion—he’d been banking on it.

In his experience, in fact, it was always the prim and proper types who turned up the most heat.

But not as much as Christina had.

The way she’d cried out his name…the way she’d bitten his shoulder during the throes of climax…

“So can we manage each other tomorrow?” he whispered now, skimming a finger down the elegant slope of her nose.

Her only answer was a deep inhalation, a satiated “Mmm” as she stirred and resumed her regular breathing pattern.

Truthfully, lingering in a woman’s bed was a new experience for him. Too bad he hadn’t explained his usual type of “date” to Christina before they’d come back to her place. When he’d promised to stay until sunrise, he hadn’t been thinking clearly.

Still, he didn’t feel all that compelled to leave just yet.

In all honesty, he could even sit here, listening to her sleep, until morning. There was something sublimely intimate about it, as if he were awake to protect her during the most vulnerable state of existence.

Guardian of her slumber, he thought.

Overcome, Derek bent down, gently nuzzled the tip of his nose against hers.

Okay, wait.

Derek backed away. Had he just been Eskimo-kissing a woman?

With a sneaking sense of doom, he moved to the other side of the bed.

The snuggle had been rash. He hadn’t meant it.

Especially since it was something Sir would’ve done, back when Mom was alive. Back when she’d been lying in that hospital bed when he’d finally come home from that dirt-poor Third World hole where he’d been stationed.

In fact, Sir had done the Eskimo kiss on Mom, avoiding all the tubes attached to her arms, leaning over her sleeping form, rubbing his nose against hers. At the same time, a tear had fallen from that hard bastard’s face and onto her pale skin.

“Please don’t die,” the old man had said in a softer version of his Southern-fried bark. “Stay.”

He obviously hadn’t known that Derek was awake and when he’d sensed his son’s awareness, there’d been hell to pay.

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