The Spaniard's Love-Child by Kim Lawrence Read Free Book Online

Nell definitely didn’t want him to tell her what his hormones were urging him to do.
    â€˜Shall we leave your hormones out of this?’ she suggested with a grimace of distaste. The problem was that the distaste was feigned. Actually she was excited—deeply, disastrously excited.
    â€˜Certainly. If they make you uncomfortable?’
    She longed to wipe that complacent smirk off his face. ‘Wasn’t that the idea?’ she challenged. ‘Listen, I’m perfectly prepared to admit you’re a very attractive man, but you’re simply not my type.’
    As he angled a look at her flushed face his disbelief was palpable and predictable; Raul Carreras had probably never been knocked back in his life.
    â€˜Then what is your type?’
    â€˜My type?’ she parroted vaguely. His dark eyes had a dangerously hypnotic quality; looking into those silver-shot depths she felt a little light-headed and hot— very hot . Nell’s response was inspired by a combination of desperation and instinct.
    â€˜Javier.’
    It worked.
    In the blink of an eye all expression was wiped clear ofRaul’s face. ‘How could I have forgotten?’ he drawled icily.
    â€˜Compromise isn’t a dirty word, you know,’ she rushed on huskily. ‘There are no easy solutions, but it might help if you actually asked the children what they want. What’s so funny?’ she demanded as his white teeth were revealed in a cynical grin.
    â€˜I was trying to imagine my father asking me what I wanted.’
    â€˜The idea is to learn from our parents’ mistakes, not emulate them.’
    Raul was on his feet in one lithe, fluid motion. ‘And you feel qualified to comment on my parents because…?’ He sounded deceptively soft, but his true feelings were revealed by the expression of hard disdain etched on his lean features as he glared down at her from his full, threatening height.
    Nell coloured, but remained composed beneath his crushing contempt. It wasn’t easy. ‘Your father never met his grandchildren.’
    Her perceptive observation made him freeze. The smile that thinned his sensual lips was ironic. ‘Touché.’
    Nell lowered her gaze. There was something addictive about watching him, the way he moved, his facial expressions, even the angle of his head. They all held an unhealthy fascination for her.
    â€˜However, I am not my father.’ His lean body quivered with an invisible tension.
    Oh, God! She’d only just resolved to keep her involvement with Raul Carreras to the bare minimum. She’d offer advice in an objective and unemotional way. There would be no more emotional outbursts, personal comments or waves of uncontrollable burning lust—especially no lust!Despite this resolution she couldn’t keep her curiosity in check as she looked at the tall figure glaring at her.
    So things hadn’t been easy between Raul and his father.
    â€˜I wish you’d sit down; you’re very intimidating towering over me like that.’
    To her relief the hauteur faded from Raul’s face as he glared down at her. He released a short, bitter laugh. ‘You’re not intimidated by me,’ he accused.
    Nell, who was more than happy for him to carry on thinking that way, smiled. ‘Do you want me to be?’
    He ground his teeth audibly in frustration. ‘I want—! I want you to…’ I want you. ‘Dios mío!’
    â€˜There’s no need to raise your voice.’ There was something alarming about his rigid posture. ‘Are you all right?’
    Raul dragged a hand through his dark glossy hair before turning his head. His expression was cloaked as their eyes met. He gave a tight smile.
    â€˜It would seem you have won. I will allow the children to sleep.’
    â€˜It wasn’t a contest.’
    â€˜No?’ He shrugged. ‘Either way I think I should be going.’ He consulted the metal-banded