Secrets of the Playboy's Bride(11)

       
           



       

Calista closed her eyes and counted backward from a thousand then  counted backward again. Sometime during that second thousand, she  drifted off.

In her sleeping but dreamless state, she felt the warmth of another body. A strong arm curved around her and drew her closer.

Her heartbeat accelerated. She rose to the surface of her sleep, and a  hand slid over her hair, stroking. The touch soothed her and she drifted  down again. When had someone stroked her hair? How long had it been? So  long she couldn't remember … . She snuggled against the body that held  her and sighed.

Minutes or hours later, she rolled over, encountering a hard chest and  strong shoulders. Instinctively, she curled herself around the man and  nuzzled her face against his throat.

"Calista," he said.

"Yes," she whispered, taking in the scent of him. She dipped her lips over his skin and darted her tongue out to taste him.

He sucked in a sharp breath and swore.

Feeling herself rise toward consciousness, she tasted him again, savoring the salt of his skin.

He gave her a gentle shake and she opened her eyes, encountering his dark gaze.

"Do you know what the hell you're doing?" he demanded.

"Do you want me to stop?" she whispered, her heart beating in her head, arousal surging inside her.

"Hell, no," he said and drew her mouth to his.

He kissed her and caressed and slid his fingers to her secret places,  taking her to a different place. She wanted him inside her, craved his  fullness expanding her, but he waited, taking her higher and higher.

She felt the tension inside her grow tighter and tighter. She didn't know if she could stand it.

"Give it to me, Calista. Give it to me," he coaxed, his fingers working their magic on her.

"Leo," she said, and suddenly she felt herself flung upward out of the  stratosphere. Her climax twisted through her in fits and starts. She  clung to him and he finally thrust inside her.

She moaned, feeling herself clench around him.

He groaned in response and thrust.

She arched against him, wanting to milk his response from him, needing every drop of his passion. He gave it and more.





Leo awakened the next morning with his bride in his arms. He felt a  combination of cynicism and possession. He felt as if he'd been fooled.  On the other hand, he felt as if he had gained a prize. Although she  seemed innocent, he knew better. She'd come apart in his arms. Yet, even  she had seemed surprised by the depth of her pleasure. That had given  him enormous satisfaction. Knowing that he had taken her to new heights  filled him with gratification.Her blond hair was tousled over her eyes,  her cheeks pink, her dark eyelashes fans against her fair skin. He  suspected she didn't trust easily, yet she'd trusted him in marriage and  in bed. That had to count for something.

As if she felt him thinking, she fluttered her eyes open. Her green eyes  stared into his. She inhaled deeply and buried her head against his  chest. "Good morning," she said.

He couldn't resist a surge of pleasure at the sensation of her  voluptuous body rubbing against his. "Good morning," he murmured and  exulted in her breasts against his skin, her naked thighs sliding  through his.

She pressed her ear against his chest. "I can hear your heart," she whispered. "I can feel it."

There had been so many times when he'd been sure he didn't have a heart.  He closed his eyes for just a second to drink in her essence then he  used his chin to nudge her chin upward.

Her eyes met his, wariness warring with something he couldn't read.  "Don't lie to me again," he said. "Don't mislead me. Don't shade the  truth. Don't cheat on me. Do you understand?"

She gave a slow, solemn nod. "Yes."

"I'm glad we understand each other," he said and took her mouth and pulled her against him, determined to take her again.





After a night spent in Leo's bed, Calista awakened alone, feeling sore  in secret places. She'd suspected Leo would have a strong sexual  appetite, but she hadn't expected him to be quite so ravenous. And she  hadn't expected he would make her so hot that during those private,  primal moments she almost forgot who he was. She had the sinking feeling  that she had gotten in way over her head. Grasping for something to  quell her panic, she mentally flipped a page on the calendar.  Technically, now that one night had passed, she had less than six months  to go until she had completed her mission.She rose from the bed and  took a shower, allowing the warm water to soothe muscles unaccustomed to  such a strenuous, intimate workout. Drying off, she wrapped her hair in  a towel, pulled on a too-large terry cloth robe and walked back into  the bedroom.                       
       
           



       

The scent of bacon and waffles drifted toward her. She glanced at the  balcony and spotted Leo sitting in a chair with his legs propped up  while he read a newspaper. He wore a pair of jeans and an unbuttoned  shirt that revealed his muscular chest. Her heart skipped a beat. She  knew exactly how that chest felt against her naked breasts.

As if he'd heard her thoughts, he glanced up and met her gaze. "Good  morning. Breakfast is waiting. I don't know what you like, so I told the  cook to fix a little bit of everything." He lifted the large silver  cover off the tray to reveal a feast of breakfast food.

"Good grief, that would feed a small foreign country," she said, her  mouth watering at the sight of the fresh strawberries, blueberries and  pineapple, along with the rest of the meal.

"What do you like?" he asked.

"Everything," she said, sitting down beside him. "I usually grab a quick  bite or drink a breakfast shake before I walk out the door, so this is a  splurge."

His gaze hovered on her. "No need to worry. You burned some calories last night."

She felt her cheeks heat. "So I did," she murmured and took a bite of waffle.

"Good?" he asked.

She nodded. "Delicious. Thank you. Don't you want anything?"

He lifted his cup of coffee to his lips. "I've already eaten."

After breakfast, she got dressed and Leo took her out on his smaller  boat. It was a warm, sunny day and she enjoyed the sights and sounds of  the lake. He put down anchor in a private cove and she served the picnic  the cook had packed for them, although she was still stuffed from  breakfast.

In different circumstances, she would have been in heaven-married to a  man who could take care of her and her family. A gorgeous, intelligent  man full of passion with a sense of humor. She knew, however, that she  didn't love him and he didn't love her.

"I need to take a trip to Japan in two weeks," he said. "I want you to go with me."

She mentally flipped through her work schedule. "That's short notice, but I'll check the company calendar."

"I'll be wanting you to join me on most of my trips," he said. "You may need to think about quitting your job."

She blinked at his suggestion and shook her head. "I couldn't do that. I  work for a fabulous company with excellent benefits. I would be a fool  to give it up."

"It's silly for you to worry about benefits now that you're married to  me. You'll be covered under my insurance and I can give you an allowance  twice your salary," he said.

Her throat tightened because she knew their marriage wasn't forever. If  she gave up her job, she would be throwing away her future security.  "There's no need to rush, and my company may be flexible. I would feel  like a slacker if I didn't work at all."

"That's a first," Leo said with a crack of amusement in his voice. "I  haven't met a woman yet who wasn't ready to dump her job for a life of  leisure."

"Maybe that's part of the reason you married me and not the others," she said, lifting her chin.

"I doubt it," he said and pulled her against him. "But I'll give you a  little time to work things out with your employer. Just remember your  first allegiance is to your husband," he said and took her mouth with  his. "Always."

Calista felt a shiver of forewarning. It had been hard enough for her to  hatch the plan of meeting and marrying Leo. He was such a strong man,  inside and out, she wondered what she would be like after six months  with him.





Two weeks later, Leo and Calista flew to Japan. Calista was still  worried that she'd put her job in danger by insisting on taking the  trip. Leo found her concern both irritating and sweet. She still didn't  seem to comprehend how wealthy he was and that his wife would never want  for anything.Her brow furrowed as she studied her work assignments on  her laptop.

Leo stroked that furrow with his index finger, startling her with his touch. "What-"

"You should relax. This is a long flight," he said. "I'm the one who has  to be ready with facts and figures. You just need to look beautiful and  act charming."