Cinderella's Christmas Secret - Sharon Kendrick Page 0,48

his castle, well, maybe it was the same for Spanish men.

Yet all she could think about was a real castle, back in Trescombe, where they had shared that magical Christmas and candlelight had flickered intriguing shadows across the bare stone walls. Yes, Kastelloes could be chilly and, yes, the grounds were untamed and some of the interiors were crumbling away. But at least it had heart and soul and an artistic symmetry which took her breath away. Perhaps Maximo would capitalise on all those assets when he turned it into a luxury hotel to add to his existing group. She couldn’t wait to see what he would do with it.

‘Hollie?’

Maximo’s voice interrupted her reverie.

‘Mmm...?’ she said absently.

‘Weren’t we talking about a siesta?’

She looked up, meeting the narrowed glint in his black eyes, and her heart turned over and melted. Who cared about bricks and mortar when a man looked at you that way? Who cared about anything when he could make her senses sing without even touching her?

‘I believe we were,’ she agreed and her answering smile seemed to spur him into instant and very masterful action. But she liked it when he made that soft roaring sound at the back of his throat and then carried her into their bedroom like a victor, carrying his spoils.

She liked it a lot.

Maximo watched Hollie’s breasts rise and fall in time with her steady, even breathing. Her gleaming golden-brown hair was spread out over the pillow, her cheeks were lightly brushed with roses and she looked...

He swallowed.

Not beautiful, no. Her nose was a little too big and her lips not quite full enough ever to fit that imprecise and elusive definition which women craved and most men sought.

She looked sexy and serene. In fact, very serene and very sexy.

Once again he felt the tightening of desire low in his belly.

She had just flicked her tongue over his body and made his large frame convulse with spasms of delight he’d thought were never going to end. And afterwards he had done the same to her. Given swift featherlight licks against the hidden honey at the top of her legs, until she had clutched his bare shoulders with flailing fingertips and cried out his name.

But his remembered satisfaction was tempered by a sudden flicker of apprehension. She was the most perfect lover he could have ever imagined, and there had been a fair number during his thirty-four years of bachelorhood. But Hollie was like no other woman he’d ever known before. She was sweet and uncomplicated and innocent.

And she was having his baby.

His baby.

Didn’t that give her a particular power—the kind of power he had vowed no woman would ever wield over him again? He could feel a sudden tightness in his throat. He had never wanted a child of his own, reasoning that someone who had never experienced parental love would be incapable of demonstrating any himself. He’d been scared of falling short and hadn’t wanted another child to endure what he had endured. Plus, he’d liked his freedom and the ability to do what he wanted, when he wanted.

But now?

Suddenly he felt the winds of change upon him, and a feeling of inevitability blowing in their wake. He could sense a very different world opening up before him and simple, straightforward Hollie at the beating centre of it.

Hollie.

Hollie who seemed so soft and vulnerable. Almost too soft. Too vulnerable. He wasn’t used to a woman looking at him that way, all wide-eyed and wondering. His mouth hardened. He would protect her and their child for as long as he lived, yes. He would give her whatever she wanted—hadn’t he told her so just an hour ago, when he had carried her into the bedroom and stripped that provocative lingerie from her delicious body? She would have security for her and their child for the rest of her life, and he would put money in a trust to ensure that his son or daughter’s future was secure. But those were practical needs he was able to fulfil, because this was a practical marriage and nothing more. He had made that clear to her when he’d asked her to be his wife and maybe now it was time to remember it himself. He wouldn’t let her think this relationship was going to become any deeper than it already was, because that was never going to happen. Far better she get used to reality, rather than having her hopes raised and then dashed by unrealistic