Bedded by the Italian Playboy by Emma Shortt Read Free Book Online

such an odd thing for him to do that he lowered it and stuffed it into
his trouser pocket once more, only just keeping the scowl from his face.
    “You
look more relaxed,” he said.
    She
smiled and blushed all at once. “I feel it. These clothes are beautiful, thank
you.”
    “There’s
no need for thanks,” he said but already his mind was working through a number
of options of how she could thank
him. His cock was thick and heavy, growing by the second, and he wanted
desperately to feel her soft palms around it. He imagined suggesting such a
thing to her and wondered what her reaction would be. Shock? Outrage? Certainly
she wasn’t like the women he was used to. Had she been he would already have
fucked her thoroughly. “It pleases me to see you happy,” he added, because it
did, odd though that was.
    She
smiled and reached down to stroke the material of her jeans and he only just
contained a groan. “I’ve never felt denim so soft,” she said.
    “I’d
ask if I could feel it too,” he said slowly, “but I don’t want to scare you.”
    Her
eyes met his and she gave a soft little gasp. The words had just slipped out
and he’d shaken her up, but he was suddenly glad. Because she looked so damn
innocent, so delightful, and his control was running damn thin. Why not ramp up
his pursuit? She had to know he was interested and time was of the essence. She
would be leaving in just a few days.
    She
took a little step back and he took advantage of that to enter the suite. Bags
and boxes were lined up in neat little rows against the couch, a hair dryer was
resting on the side table, and the room smelled of lilacs. Of Rachel.
    He
shuddered inwardly and turned to face her. “Did they give you the phone?”
    She
nodded. “Yes, thank you. I called my parents and let them know where I am.”
    “Did
you tell them what had happened?”
    “No.
I thought they might worry.” She paused and bit down on her lip. “So I told a
little lie. I said I’d been upgraded and they were thrilled. I thought it was
better to do that. It was just a little lie.”
    He
frowned. “I take it you do not lie to them often. You seem disconcerted that
you had to do so.”
    She
shrugged. “It doesn’t feel right lying to the people I love. It never has. But
I guess sometimes you have to do what’s right even if that means a little lie.
If I told them I was nearly run over, they’d want me to come home immediately.
I’ll tell them the truth when I get home.”
    “On
Monday?”
    “Yes.”
    Time
was indeed short and he found himself wondering if a handful of days was going
to be enough to sate himself on her. Ignoring that question for the moment,
Dominic pointed to the Blackberry on the couch. “Did you receive my text?”
    “I
did.”
    “You
did not reply.”
    “I
didn’t want to bother you.”
    He
almost laughed. She was bothering him just by being in the same room. He had a
nasty suspicion she was going to bother him for quite some time. He took a
little step forward and watched as she took a mirrored step back. She was
nervous. He knew that, could tell by the blushing and the way her hands shook.
He liked her nervous. Wanted nothing more than to take her into his arms and
feel her tremble.
    “There
is nothing you cannot ask me for,” he said softly. “I am in your debt, am I
not?”
    “Not
really,” she said. “It was just an accident and you’ve already more than made
up for it. My headache is completely gone and I feel great. This suite and all
the lovely clothes you’ve given me are amazing. Too many clothes, in fact.
Lucinda sent far more than I asked for. I won’t have time to wear them all.
There’s over a dozen different outfits!”
    “Lucinda
is always very thorough,” he said. “And who knows what you will do whilst you
are here?”
    “I
can’t quite see myself wearing any of those evening dresses,” she said and he smiled
at the laughter in her voice. “Apart from the fact I don’t plan to go