At the Brazilian's Command(27)

Broken? They looked as if they had been pulverised between Danny's wringing hands.

‘You do eat carbs?' she asked worriedly.

He raised an amused brow. ‘Please...'

‘Okay.' She risked a smile. ‘Only some sportsmen-'

Danny had stopped talking, as if something in his face had made her  think he was going to kiss her. It was sad to think his wife knew so  little about him-but then they were both to blame for that.

‘We should eat,' he said, moving away to give her space. ‘Annie's made a feast for us. I'll show you round later, if you like?'

‘I'd like...' Danny's brows drew together, as if she was trying to  figure him out. ‘If this library is anything to go by, I suspect you've  worked wonders on the rest of the house.'

‘You can judge for yourself after supper.'

* * *

She had seriously underestimated the effect of being close to Tiago  after having spent so much time apart from him. When he didn't look at  her, her heart thundered with disappointment. And when he did look at  her she could hardly breathe. And through all this she was supposed to  appear cool and detached...

It shouldn't be hard, when Tiago was so calm, but keeping her own  counsel was proving almost impossible when she longed to ask him about  so many things. Like what was left between them now Tiago no longer  needed a wife?

Maybe the answer was in his manner. He was behaving more like an old  friend keen to show her round his new house than a lover-let alone a  husband. She would just have to adapt to this new situation between  them, and fall into a similar role.

* * *

They took the tour after supper. He had to try very hard not to notice  the soft dark green wool stretching over the plump swell of Danny's  buttocks as she walked in front of him, or her nipples pressing against  the soft fabric through the fine lace of her bra. He concentrated  instead on his wife's animated face and the brilliance of her eyes, and  relished the fact that it was thanks to Danny that he had learned so  much about himself. He knew now that he wasn't wholly gaucho or playboy,  but a man determined to do his best. And if that meant curbing his  playboy ways...

‘I like you here,' Danny murmured as she looked around his home. ‘You seem more real.'

He laughed. ‘Do you mean I'm a hologram in Brazil?'
                       
       
           



       
‘No. A barbarian,' she said without hesitation.

‘Would you have me any other way?'

From the blush on her cheeks, he guessed not.

She started making thoughtful comments about the décor, but all he  could think about was taking her to bed, pleasuring her through the  night, and not even bothering to muffle her screams of pleasure.

Yes, he had aimed for discreet but sumptuous country casual, he agreed  distractedly. And, yes again, he was glad she approved of the colour  scheme. But frankly he wasn't interested in jewel colours and expensive  art when he had a living, breathing work of art standing in front of  him, waiting to be undressed.

‘Nothing too obviously billionaire chic?'

He laughed at her comment. ‘I suppose you could say that.'

‘So, who did you use?'

He frowned. He knew whose body he'd like to use-right after he'd pleasured it into a state of erotic euphoria. ‘No one.'

Her gaze dropped to his lips. ‘You mean you designed this all by yourself?'

‘All except the library. Would you like to see the rest of it?' He led the way to the stairs.

‘Why not?'





CHAPTER FOURTEEN

TIAGO'S BEDROOM WAS full of mellow wood and rich coloured drapes-a  necessity in the Highlands, where the wind could be cruel and even  well-insulated houses could be gripped in a frozen chill for months on  end. There were tasteful accessories in a variety of muted honey  colours, and crisp white linen on the bed. Two elegant lamps stood one  either side of the bed on nightstands covered in books.

Feeling him close behind her, she turned and almost collided with him.  From the way he was looking at her it was as if he knew everything she  had been thinking...dreaming. Gathering herself quickly, she ignored the  glint of understanding, and, yes, even humour in his eyes.

‘Are you ready to go home, Danny?'

The way he was prompting her didn't leave her with much option. He had even stood back to clear her way to the door.

‘Thank you for showing me around.' She sketched a smile. She couldn't  pretend she wasn't disappointed that the evening was over so soon, but  what had she expected? ‘You have a beautiful home,' she said truthfully.  ‘I wish you every happiness living here. And in Brazil too, of course.'

He escorted her to the door and helped her on with her jacket. He'd  been the perfect gentleman throughout the entire evening. She knew she  shouldn't hope for anything more, but having Tiago back in her life,  even in a new way, was disturbing...upsetting. He was a complex man who  demanded life on his own terms-as she demanded life on her terms. How  had she ever imagined they could meet in the middle?

They couldn't, she concluded as Tiago helped her into the car and closed the door.

Why had he bought a Scottish estate? It couldn't be Chico's influence.  No one influenced Tiago. She could understand him falling in love with  the Highlands. Who wouldn't? This rugged setting was a scenic feast and,  as he'd said, this was a perfect base for him. But how would she feel  with her estranged husband living down the road? What if he found  someone else? What if Tiago had children with that person? Could she  look on and feel nothing?

‘Are you all right?' he asked, flashing a concerned glance at her after a long silence.

‘Yes. Thank you.' If he had been trying to jolt her into feeling  passionately about him-about life, about everything-he couldn't have  planned this evening better. And now she couldn't resist asking him...  ‘How long do you think you'll spend here each year?'

‘That all depends.'

She waited, but Tiago revealed nothing more. His attention was fixed on  the icy road. How could they have become so distant? Had she really  thought she could handle this? How wrong she'd been.

‘We'll go riding on the estate tomorrow.'

Her head shot up, but then she remembered her job. ‘I'm afraid I can't.'

‘Your work?'

‘Yes.'

‘You can take time off. I've spoken to your employer.'

She frowned. ‘You didn't think to ask me first?'

‘Forgive me.'

Tiago was mocking her a little bit, but she would forgive him anything for one of those smiles.

‘It was a spur-of-the-moment impulse,' he admitted.

‘You can't just walk back into my life and take over.'

‘Shall I see you to your front door?' he asked, unfazed by this.

‘That's not necessary-'

Ignoring her, he came round anyway and helped her out of the car. His  touch was electric. She pulled back, still annoyed at the thought of her  employer's likely reaction when a world-famous polo player had knocked  on his door, demanding that one of his staff have time off.                       
       
           



       

‘Thank you very much for tonight,' she said formally, turning to face  Tiago at the front door. ‘But please don't interfere in the life I'm  making here in future.'

Inclining his head in a way that might have meant yes, or no, he  smiled. Taking the key from her hand, he opened the front door. She  flinched when he took hold of her shoulders, and then softened beneath  his touch. She couldn't help herself. Her reaction was automatic. The  bond between them could survive anything, and nothing she could do or  think would change that.

‘Goodnight, Danny...' Dipping his head, Tiago brushed a chaste kiss against her cheek.

‘Goodnight...'

Her stomach clenched with disappointment as he walked away.

* * *

He stood beneath a shower turned to ice, and then rubbed himself down  roughly before falling naked into bed. Cursing viciously, he punched the  pillows. Turning this way and that, he felt like a frustrated wolf that  would be better off howling at the moon.

He'd get no sleep tonight. Seeing Danny again had thrown him  completely. He had thought he was ready for it-ready for her-and that  the time for their reunion     had come and he'd be able to handle it. Now  he wasn't sure of anything-except that his love for her had grown. And  he wanted her more than ever.

Every wasted second was a second too long. He was in the most acute  agony of his life. Mental frustration and physical frustration had  combined to torture him.

He turned restlessly as his cell phone pinged. Picking it up, he  scanned the number, then closed it down. He would not talk to Danny  tonight-not over the phone. Nothing but having her in bed beside him  would do. They belonged together.