Wild for You by Sophia Knightly

Author:Sophia Knightly [Knightly, Sophia]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Victoria Koch
Published: 2011-11-06T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

When dawn's first rays filtered through the sliver between the drawn curtains, Clay rose and dressed. He meditated and did Tai Chi, and then returned to the bedroom to find Marisol asleep on her stomach in the center of the bed, her satin panties molding her buttocks like a second skin. His gaze followed the graceful lines of her back as it dipped at the waistline before rising to the summit of her shapely tush and following the length of her legs. With one tawny leg bent at the knee, she clutched a pillow beneath her, curving her body over it.

Clay's blood heated at the sight and he grew hard, but he doggedly turned away and went to the living room to order room service. When it arrived, he returned and touched Marisol's foot to awaken her. When that didn't work, he tapped her upraised bottom. "Wake up."

Marisol buried her face in the pillow and ignored his summons. Another tap, this one more determined, got her attention. She turned over indignantly and sat up with the sheet pulled around her.

"A simple 'wake up' will do, Blackthorne," she chided before jumping out of bed and sprinting past him to the bathroom. "I'll just be a minute."

"Don't fall asleep or I'll come in and get you again." He chuckled when he heard her slam the door and lock it.

Ten minutes later, teeth brushed and face washed, Marisol joined Clay in the dining area. She took one look at the scrambled eggs and bacon and blanched, quickly covering them up. "I'll just have juice and black coffee."

Sipping the orange juice, she felt awkward beneath Clay's steady gaze. Oblivious to her discomfort, he polished off his breakfast with relish. How could he eat like that when her stomach was tied up in knots? Clay was acting as if nothing had happened last night, and she felt like screaming with frustration. She managed to scald her mouth and throat with a large gulp of coffee.

"Aren't you going to eat your eggs?" he asked mildly.

Marisol shook her head. "My stomach feels a little queasy."

Clay hitched a sardonic eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Yes, and don't say I told you so." Marisol's eyes focused on the delicate floral pattern of the coffee cup to avoid Clay's scrutiny. Seconds later, she looked up from her coffee cup and found him grinning openly. For someone so tough-looking, she seemed to easily coax a smile from him.

"Why are you smiling?" she asked, wondering how the evening had ended since she couldn't remember anything beyond his refusal to make love to her. She did recall feeling his hard erection pressed against her and that made it difficult to meet his gaze without blushing.

Clay's midnight eyes studied her with a familiarity that made her heart race. "How much do you remember about last night?"

"Enough to be slightly mortified. I should have listened to you. I don't handle that much champagne very well."

"You handled it beautifully." Clay reached across the table and held her cold hand in his warm one.

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