Billionaire's Revenge(22)

“I am so glad I don’t have to clean this”, she chuckled, her sense of humour rising in spite of the awkwardness of the situation. Beside her she heard the throaty laugh of Darius as he nodded in agreement, moving to the second door in the room. With a groan Sara moved into the large walk-in closet, every woman’s dream she thought, eyes flicking over the walnut interior. One side was filled with his clothes - and there had been many of them - and the other, hers. While they shopped, Sara was shocked at how much they bought, but now seeing them hung on the hangers, the outfits seemed lost in the expansive closet.

As they moved once more back into the main bedroom, she finally allowed her eyes to rest on the king-size bed which dominated the area, her throat suddenly feeling so dry as her hands shook. Trying to seem nonplussed, she gave him a small unsure smile, moving back to the door. “It is very nice”

“Where are you going?” His body moved in front of her, stopping her exit, his voice seductive. Sara felt the instant awareness as his hand lifted a strand of her hair, his eyes focused on it as he allowed it to brush down her cheek. “E...Edith said dinner was in an hour”, she managed, her voice weak and raspy as he made a point of lifting his hand to check his watch.

“We still have forty-five minutes” His arm moved to wrap around her small waist, Sara allowing herself to be drawn against him. She felt as her heart thudded within her chest, swallowing nervously as his fingers dropped the lock of hair and wound through the silky softness to hold her head.

“What could we do for forty-five minutes?”, he whispered, his head moving ever closer, his look dropped to her slightly open lips, as her lashes fluttered closed, unaware as she raised her head slightly in invitation to his kiss. A kiss which never came, as stunned, she was released, her eyes flying open with surprise as she swayed slightly, more than a little disappointed.

He stood a little away from her, his eyes running up and down her. “I would suggest that you have a shower and change...I am pretty sick of seeing you in those jeans” Anger flared within Sara as she glared back at him, swallowing down the words she wanted to throw at him, her eyes daggers of hatred, his mouth curled into a mocking smile. “Obedient – remember”, his voice soft as she turned, moving quickly into the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind her. Inside she pulled off her clothes, cursing under her breath at the way he tricked her. Angered more at her own reaction as she hungrily fell against him, wanted him, giving a small yelp as she kicked her shoe off, catching her toe on the marble side of the shower. As she jumped naked around the bathroom, tears filled her eyes, both at the anger she felt towards him and the pain.

The door opened, a concerned Darius entered as his eyes took in the way she bounced towards the towel, another yelp leaving her lips as she pulled the towel around herself in a movement of coyness. “What happened?” he demanded, Sara noting the sound of concern on his voice, unable to focus on his face as tears filled her eyes. Dropping down on the side of the large tub she grabbed her foot, scowling up at the man before her. “It’s fine...I just stubbed my toe...please...I am fine”

Darius however, moved forward, his hands taking her foot as he examined the toe, the heat of his fingers sending all kinds of tremors through her as she savaged her lip to stop the moan from tumbling from her mouth. “Its fine...thank you”, her tone stilted as she tried to pull her foot from his hold. He was staring at the foot intently, his hold tightening as she tried to move, before he released her and stood up leaning against the vanity, his arms and legs crossed in a relaxed pose. “Seems OK...don’t let me stop you from showering”

Sara stared at him in horror. “I...I am not in the habit of showering in front of people”, she stammered, as he gave a smile, a roguish wicked smile. “Yes. I can see how that would be uncomfortable” Relief washed over her, before her eyes narrowed seeing as he began to unbutton his shirt, her eyes wary. “W...what are you doing?” Darius straightened and flicked on the shower, the powerful jets of water filling the room with noise, his eyes turned to hers. “Joining you”, he answered, his tone matter-of-fact, Sara staring back her eyes wide and aghast. “Y...you can’t”, she cried, her trembling fingers clinging to the edges of the towel, her eyes turned from him as her cheeks burned brightly.#p#分页标题#e#

“I think that we are past false modesty Sara” His voice was full of laughter, as she swallowed hard, a teasing sensual touch to his voice, “Don’t you remember last night...when I...” “Enough!” Sara’s cry made him laugh louder. Her eyes flicked to him as his jeans were dropped to the floor. She had been unable to look away as he moved into the shower, a small groan rising once more within her. He was perfect. Tall, with muscular shoulders and long lean back, his stomach toned. Her eyes continued down, his long legs and tight bottom raising a hunger within her that was causing her breasts to tighten, a strange heat unfurling within her belly.