Page 32 of Marriage Bargain with His Innocent
She was here.
He was here.
He’d never beg her. Or pursue her. Or even hint. He didn’t care about her even if he did have a different take on her now that they’d been flung into one another’s company, just as she had a different take on him.
She was a novelty for him. They weren’t evensuited! Could there be anymorereasons for not doing what she was about to do...?
Her feet began taking her out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Her body was all for it. Her brain was on the back foot and no longer raising any objections. Having ruled the roost for so many years, it was now resigned to obeying stronger commands.
She knew the house and knew where he would be. Either in the office that Melissa used or in the kitchen, with its sprawling weathered pine table and four-door Aga.
She headed straight to the kitchen and hit the jackpot. Because there he was.
Georgina paused in the doorway and her breathing slowed and her heartbeat accelerated. He was staring out of the kitchen window at the inky black rain-lashed gardens, only visible when lightning flashed, illuminating the bending trees and shrubs.
He was still half naked but had slung on his jeans, which rode low on his lean hips. From behind, he was all muscle and sinew and bronzed streamlined beauty.
She padded towards him and knew exactly when he became aware of her presence, because he stilled and then he turned around, very slowly, and looked at her in silence.
He broke the silence to ask her in a roughened undertone, ‘What are you doing here?’
He hadn’t been working. Only one light was switched on, over the kitchen table, so that he was enveloped in semi-darkness. Confused, Georgina wondered whether he’d just been staring out of the window and thinking. Thinking about what?Her?
She held on to that thought because it gave her the courage to stand there in front of him, back in her jeans just as he was, but with the too-tight top an open invitation—whether he realised that or not.
He realised.
He stepped towards her into the light and his eyes dropped to her breasts, lingered there, lingered on the shape of them, their heavy weight and the prominence of her nipples pushing against the thin stretchy fabric.
When eventually his eyes collided with hers, they registered what she was struggling to vocalise.
‘Well?’
He took another step towards her, poetry in motion, his dark, brooding beauty sending shivers through her.
‘Did you want something to drink? Water?’
‘I couldn’t get to sleep,’ Georgina whispered, moving towards him.
‘No?’
Matias paused, just out of reaching distance. It was going to be up to her to close the gap. He’d laid his cards on the table, told her that he wanted her, and she had turned him away. Now he was in charge, and this was his way of telling her that if she wanted him she was going to have to make the first move.
But what if he’d lost interest in the interim?
Georgina shut down that train of thought immediately. She was here and she was going to take what she’d wanted to have for...for ever...
‘No. I started to think...’
‘Thinking can sometimes be a dangerous luxury.’
‘Certainly dangerous...’ She stepped towards him, and she was breathing thickly as she placed one flattened palm against his chest. ‘Because I was thinking aboutyou—thinking about the fact that I want you. Matias, I don’t want to play it safe. You’re dangerous... I know that...but I want to know... Ineedto know...’
Her voice trailed off and uncertainly she kept her hand where it was, not knowing what the outcome of this was going to be, but knowing that she had to risk possible rejection to find out.
‘You need to know what it feels like to take a walk on the wild side...?’
‘Something like that,’ Georgina muttered inaudibly.
