Page 23 of Marriage Bargain with His Innocent
He had eased out of the parking slot and they were steadily making their way back to his mother’s house. She’d barely noticed because she’d been so wrapped up in him.
How could he be so full of contradictions? How could he be so charming, so lazily persuasive, so charismatic...and yet so coolly remote and untouchable?
‘But that’s just it,’ Matias said, sliding icy grey eyes across at her. ‘A bit of farming...a bit of hocus-pocus herbalism...a spot of magic massage here and there... You can pull that off when you’re buried deep in a village somewhere, but the real world is slightly more judgemental about that kind of nonsense. I found that out myself when I went to boarding school.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean,’ Matias gritted, his voice hard-edged and unforgiving, ‘when you’re thirteen and your parents are pulling up to collect you in a camper van and your mother is promising discounted Reiki sessions to the parents of boys you’ve only known for five minutes... Well, let’s just say that’s the stuff that learning curves are made from.’
‘I never knew...’ She only realised that the car had stopped when he killed the engine.
‘No need for the tea and sympathy, Georgie. I got exactly what I wanted out of that school. I learnt what needed to be done to get me where I needed to get. Money,darling, may be the root of all evil inyourcritical, judgemental eyes, but it’s also the greatest passport to freedom. Have enough of it and the world is yours for the taking.’
He opened his door and she scrambled out too, protesting heatedly that the last thing she was, wasjudgementaland fighting off a tug of sympathy for that young boy stuck in a boarding school where he didn’t fit in.
She was all hot and bothered, with eyes only for the man striding ahead of her towards the front door.
‘Not the right time,’ Matias cautioned, barely breaking stride.
‘What are you talking about?’
‘An angry, ranting girlfriend? What will my mother think?’
He looked down at her. Her colourful hair was everywhere, her bright green eyes were flashing fire, her full mouth was half open. She was the very picture of passion. She was the most tempting creature he had ever seen and he was shocked at how powerful the urge to take her suddenly was.
He drew his breath in sharply, hearing the sound of his mother’s footsteps. And then the door opened, and Matias lowered his head and did what he’d wanted to do all day.
He kissed Georgie.
No messing about with anything delicate or gentle or tentative. This was a real kiss, hot and hard and hungry, his tongue probing, meshing with hers.
His erection was rock-hard, throbbing. Her softness was a powerful aphrodisiac and the swell of her generous breasts so close to his chest set up a series of graphic sexual images in his head.
‘You two should get a room!’
His mother’s voice was amused and warm and it broke the spell. Matias pulled back, raked his fingers through his hair, and realised that he couldn’t remember when he had last lost control like that.
