you.”
She forced her hands to release his jacket and wrist while she stepped out of his arms. “The dictator is back then,” she sighed and shook her head as if she were disappointed. “I’ll be ready by noon, sir, but you’re going to have to feed me.” She said that as if it were a threat, but inside, she her stomach was flipping around, excited about the idea of seeing him again.
She had already turned around and was trying to put her key in her door lock when she heard his amusement and tensed, knowing that he wouldn’t let her get away with that. She was right.
“I guarantee that I will satisfy all of your hungers this weekend, Miranda,” he promised her and pulled her back up against his chest, nipping her earlobe before releasing her again.
Miranda closed her eyes as sparks of need shot through her whole body, ending up down low in her belly. “You…” she took a deep breath and straightened up, shaking her head to clear out the fuzziness caused by his latest “caress”. “There’s no need to touch me or kiss me when your sister isn’t around,” she admonished him.
Royston saw her dark head bend downwards and heard her words, but something inside of him snapped when she tried to order him about. Instead of letting her enter her apartment and think she could issue that kind of a statement and get away with it, he swung her around and pinned her up against the wall. “Miranda, you and I both know that there’s a hell of a lot more going on between us. The need to make my sister think I’m about to be married and happy is secondary to this fire that is burning out of control whenever we touch. And we will be exploring this over the weekend. I promise you that.”
Her breathing was rapid and she felt like she couldn’t get enough air in her lungs. She looked up at him, not sure how to reply. His hand was resting just below her breasts and she wanted so desperately for him to move it higher, to feel his fingers against her sensitive nipple but she bit down on her lip, refusing to give him anymore fuel. “I have to go,” she whispered.
Royston watched her, knowing that she was feeling exactly the same thing he was, but he relented. There was plenty of time this weekend. He pulled back, gently caressing her cheek. “Noon tomorrow,” he warned softly. “And I’ll feed you.”
With that, he unlocked her door and waited until she was safely inside before he walked away.
Miranda leaned against the door to her apartment until the ding from the elevator told her that he’d departed from the floor. With that indicator, she sagged against the door, feeling exhausted and somehow sad. The man generated crazy emotions within her that she definitely didn’t like and couldn’t understand! Her thoughts vacillated between wanting him to go away and desperate for him to touch her again. It was crazy!
She pushed away from the doorway and forced herself to get ready for bed, washing her face and brushing her teeth. She felt the nightgown slide over her naked breasts and wished it were his hands. Closing her eyes, she gritted her teeth as she slid in between the sheets, wondering what it would be like to make love with Royston Carmichael. The man was merciless in business. Would he be that way during sex? Would he be a selfish lover? Or would he drive her crazy with need and…she closed her eyes in the darkness, her body too wound up to think about it any longer.
She tossed and turned, her mind rehashing the two times he’d kissed her as well as his almost angry rebuttal of her command.
Chapter 3
Fourteen hours later, Miranda was staring at the enormous bed with her suitcase resting beside it. The fact that the suitcase was there wasn’t the problem. Nor was the size of the bed, but it did make her blush.
No, the problem was the second suitcase that was sitting right beside her own. Both of them had already been emptied by Royston’s super-efficient staff and she was standing here, trembling with fear, anticipation and confusion.
Did he really expect her to sleep with him? In this room? There were so many bedrooms in this house, surely he could find another one. Good grief, she’d be happy to find her own bedroom! This one was bigger than her entire apartment!
And