Page 34 of Texas Tycoon's Christmas Fiancée
“I hate that. You easily guess my thoughts while I never have the remotest idea what’s on your mind.”
“You should be able to guess exactly what’s on my mind,” he said, his suggestive tone carrying a sexy innuendo that made her forget the past day, problems and others.
“I want to be alone with you,” Nick said, his tone stirring more shivers. “We’ve spent Christmas without a single kiss.”
“We kissed early this morning when I first saw you.”
“That one hardly counts,” he said.
She didn’t want to tell him that even the slight brush of his lips on hers this morning had stirred a heated response. Nick’s looks, his presence, his kisses, always brought a reaction. He had to know the effect he had on women.
At her apartment Michael stirred and Nick waited while she fed Michael, changed him and put him to bed.
“He’s out for the night this time, I’m sure,” she said. “We’ll have our little Christmas tomorrow morning,” she said, coming back into her living room, which now seemed smaller than ever. Lights glowed on her tree and she wondered if she looked poor to Nick. He would never understand her refusal of his father’s monetary offer.
Nick crossed the room to her. “Merry Christmas,” he said, taking her into his arms. His gaze lowered to her mouth and she forgot everything else. His tongue parted her lips, thrust deeply into her mouth to stroke her tongue.
Melting, she clung to him, kissing him hotly in return, wanting to rattle him as much as he had her. He had sent her life into an upheaval with his passionate kisses. They were headed for a blowup because of their struggle over Michael. She was entangled with Nick now and there was no turning back on that. All she could do was fight to keep her baby, but she was beyond the point of resisting Nick. Each time they were together he became more important and had a stronger effect on her. When he wasn’t present, he was in her thoughts far too much of the time.
Continuing to kiss her, Nick picked her up to carry her to the sofa where he sat down with her on his lap. She could feel his arousal pressed against her, hard and ready.
He cradled her against his shoulder while his hand stroked her hip and slid to her waist. His other hand wrapped around her, his fingers slipping beneath her sweater to take away her bra and caress her breast.
While moaning with relish, she ran her fingers through his thick, short hair, caressing his nape. She wasn’t aware of his fingers unfastening her slacks until he shoved them away and slid his hand across her bare belly, his fingers moving lower, touching her between her thighs intimately.
She tried to twist away to protest, but he continued kissing her. She caught his hand to inch him away and he merely drifted to caress her breast. He sat up, gazing at her with a hooded, scorching look that was as sexy as a caress.
Mesmerized, she watched as he tugged off his sweater and tossed it away, leaving his chest bare. Hastily he pulled her sweater over her head.
“Nick.”
“Shh,” he whispered, cupping her breasts. “You’re beautiful, Grace. So gorgeous,” he added, leaning down to kiss her breast. His wet tongue circled her nipple and she gasped, closing her eyes, clinging to him while she ran one hand over his muscled chest.
Pleasure rocked her in waves, heightening desire as he could so easily do. He tilted her back against his shoulder while he kissed her on the mouth and his hand slipped low again, going beneath her silk panties.
His warm fingers touched her intimately and she moaned as she arched against his hand, momentarily yielding, taking pleasure in touching him and being touched, knowing she was sinking deeper in her relation with Nick with each second that ticked past, each caress that bound her closer.
“Nick, wait. We’re going way too fast and heading for intimacy, seduction, something I absolutely can’t deal with,” she said, pulling away.
His hot gaze traveled over her bare breasts and she couldn’t stop doing the same, with a seeking study of his strong shoulders and chest. Her insides heated, clutched, an ache throbbing low inside her.
With an effort, she lifted her gaze. “Nick, slow down.” She wiggled away, standing and pulling her sweater on, tugging her slacks back in place and fastening them.
Nick gripped her wrist. “Grace, come here.”
“Didn’t you hear me?” she asked as he pulled her toward his lap.
“Sit here with me. Let me talk.”
Suspecting that if she sat on his lap they would do little chatting, she still did as he asked, tense and ready to protest the minute he started to kiss her. She was intensely aware of his bare chest, which kept her tingly and wanting him. Lust was rampant. How long could she successfully resist Nick? How badly would it complicate her life if she yielded to him?
“I want to tell you something. My dad does not give up easily,” Nick said, and she chilled, fear overcoming desire.
“He’s put me in a bind over Michael. If you legally changed Michael’s last name, it would not give him to my dad.”
“It would be a step in that direction and I don’t think your dad will stop there. Do you really think so?”
“I can’t imagine that he would ever try to take Michael from you. Especially after getting to know you. My father is not a monster. He’s just a man who’s determined to get his way when he wants something.”
