His Christmas Present by Serenity Woods Read Free Book Online

for more than he was willing to
give. Had he loved her?
    Megan’s gaze
lingered on his wide shoulders, his thick dark hair. She imagined sliding her
fingers into it, pulling his head down to kiss him.
    Stupid, stupid Lauren
to have pushed him too far, too soon.
    He sat relaxed in
his chair, one arm hooked over the back, so casually sexy it made her ache. Cody
had been so different. He was a computer technician, and she admitted to
herself now that he was actually rather dorky, into online games and sci-fi
conventions. He had liked a bit of culture though, and they’d met at an art
exhibition and got talking, and dated for a while before moving to the bedroom.
They’d never set the bed alight, but she’d enjoyed sex well enough, although
after seeing him with the bimbo she’d realised how lacklustre their own sex
life had been.
    She couldn’t put
all the blame on Cody, though. Although it had hurt that he’d appeared so
passionate with the other woman, she had to admit to herself that he’d never
fired her up either. Their sex life had been gentle and tender, grown from
affection, and it had never progressed beyond that. He’d never made her heart
flutter when he walked into the room.
    What would it be
like to go to bed with a guy like Dion? She watched as he poured the last drops
of the champagne, noting the way his jacket stretched across his shoulders as he
leaned forward, how his long fringe fell across his forehead. Why had he kissed
her on the bridge? She pressed her lips together, remembering how he’d bent his
head and touched his lips to hers, the same way as he had all those years ago
the night of the party.
    How would it feel
to have the sort of sex she’d seen Cody having with that woman? The sort she’d
seen in the movies, where a couple ripped off each other’s clothes before they
even got to the bed, where they seemed out of their minds with passion. She’d
always puzzled whether that sort of desire was real or a figment of movie
makers’ imaginations, and hadn’t been able to envisage getting carried away
with a man to that extent.
    But for the first
time she imagined feeling that way, with Dion.
    He looked up and
met her eyes, but instead of looking away she held his gaze. How would it feel
to make love with this man? To have him kiss her, touch her, fire her up her
senses?
    There was no
possibility of anything serious. They lived on opposite sides of the world, and
clearly he didn’t want to be tied down. The next day he’d be off sorting out
the takeover and then he’d return to England, and she’d be on the plane back to
New Zealand.
    But they had
tonight.
    Her heart raced,
and something must have shown in her face because he tipped his head to the
side and looked at her more intently, amused and interested at whatever he saw
in her eyes.
    “So enough about
me.” He gave a quick smile to the waitress as she delivered their dessert, then
scooped a piece of the honey cake and chewed thoughtfully as he watched Megan
sample her tiramisu. “Tell me about your love life.”
    She snorted and
sucked the chocolate off the spoon. “Nothing to say. I’d heard university was
supposed to be full of sex and drugs, but I never saw any of it.”
    He grinned. “You
sound disappointed.”
    “I was! I waited
ages to get stoned and ravished, but nothing happened. I got good grades
though.”
    He laughed and
offered her a spoonful of the cake. “This is lovely,” he said. “Try some.”
    She met his gaze.
Intense, challenging. This was the sort of thing lovers did, not two friends
who hadn’t seen each other for years.
    Tingling all over,
she leaned forward, closed her lips over the spoon and tasted the cake.
    “Mm,” she said,
licking her lips. “Lovely.”
    He dragged his
gaze to her plate and nodded at her tiramisu. “What’s that like?”
    “Yummy.” She
scooped some up. “Try it.”
    He did the same, closing
his mouth over the spoon and removing the dessert. She dropped her gaze