Her favorite part of the night was the fountains at The Bellagio which made her think of the kiss when they had first arrived.
Second best was the taco truck where Grayson let her buy him dinner. They’d sat on the curb and ate like hobos and she’d never seen a billionaire so happy.
Back at the house, the tension had risen to the point she was exhausted, especially since she hadn’t slept much the night before. Grayson gave her a yummy hug and then disappeared up one of the staircases.
She’d crashed on her guest room’s soft comfy bed and hadn’t opened her eyes until now. Now, she felt the weight and heat of a man.
“Sabine, wake up.”
Oh, she was awake. Her entire body felt alive. “Yeah.”
“We’re heading out.”
She sat up now, holding the sheet against her body. “Where?”
“It’s a surprise.” His gravelly voice stroked something deep inside her.
Since moving to L.A., Sabine started sleeping in the nude. A small symbol of the freedom she fought for. The freedom that cost her the enjoyment of seeing her family regularly.
Girls from her neighborhood didn’t live in Los Angeles by themselves and they didn’t sleep naked in a bed in the same house as a man who could scandalize the hell out of her. Unmarried lasses slept in their father’s house until they moved into their husband’s house.
The sheet lay skewed against her chest, exposing the side of her breast. Her back-up plan was looking better and better. She didn’t know for sure if Kieran would give up his claim to her if she were no longer a virgin. And that wasn’t something she would advertise and scream from the rooftop of her parents’ ten-bedroom house in Astoria. A monolith of carved up apartments for her brothers that created a Quinlan compound.
“Grayson?” The deep sultry cadence of her voice changed him. Rearranged his face.
“Sabine.”
“Have ye been with a lot of women?”
Deep frown lines marred his beautiful face, the morning light of the desert sun making him glow. “Why?”
That’s a yes.
He’d make it good for her, too.
“There’s an expectation of me. Back home.”
He blinked. “Besides marrying a man you don’t love?”
“It’s part of that. Kieran’s expecting someone...pure.”
“I don’t think I’ve met a purer heart—” He stopped and his breath hitched. “By pure, do you mean?”
She clutched the top of the sheet ready to whisk it away. Grayson Hart wouldn’t deny her. “I’ve never been with a man, Grayson.”
“You’re kidding.” His voice turned down an octave, possession in his eyes.
All men wanted virgins, right?
Grayson stared at her, his emotions playing out on his face. Confusion. Frustration. Desire.
“If I asked ye to do something about that, would ye?”
“I don’t play hypothetical games, Sabine.”
She pushed the sheet away, loving the gasp it pulled from his throat. Roxy had also informed her in her early days in L.A. that no woman worth her salt in that town kept pubic hairs, so she found a good waxer to keep her lady parts soft and smooth. Which she showed Grayson when she spread her legs.
“Cat got yer tongue?” She paid him back for the naked stunt he pulled on her.
A thrilling rush swept through her, to have a man as gorgeous as Grayson look at her like she was beautiful. Every inch of her. She’d gotten a thorough gander of all of him. It only seemed fair.
Whoa, no one told her it would feel like this.
He closed his eyes. “You know the answer to that. And where I’d like to put my tongue. A woman doesn’t show a man her pussy if she doesn’t want it licked.”
The idea of his tongue tasting her made her clit throb. Just once, she’d love for a man to make her come. Instead of herself.
He straddled her in a swift move, the bed protesting under his weight. “Was that your question? Where I want my tongue?”
Her mind whirled wondering the possible answers to her real question, or request. From: No, Sabine, sorry, that’s a special gift to give a man you love. To: Now you’re mine, Sabine. I own you. You’ll never be able to escape me. The feel of me. You’ll never want a man to touch you again.
She liked the second answer better.
She’d not had time to consider relationships, let alone marriage to someone else. With her being promised to Kieran, a life without that obligation had been a dangerous fantasy. Every day she inched closer and closer to that freedom her business would buy her. It still didn’t feel real.