Blackmailed by the Italian Billionaire(62)

“I wanted to tell you I love you.”

He was silent, but his green eyes were searching hers, waiting for her to continue.

“I never actually told you, and it seemed important. I was going to come and see you tonight.” She shook her head. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”

He reached across the fence and picked up her hand, holding it against his chest. “So tell me,” he said.

She bit her lip. Her heart was thundering against her rib cage, and she took a deep breath. “I love you.”

There, it was done. And not so difficult. She searched his face for some sort of answer. It was clear in his expression. He opened his mouth, but they were interrupted by a loud cough from behind them. Lia turned. It was Molly, still sitting on her horse, waiting.



“Molly, I’m sorry, I...”

“Forgot me? Don’t worry, it’s entirely understandable.” She cast a quick glance at Luc. “But I think I’ll get off now and put Buster away. No need to come, I know where.”

Lia hurried over to the gate and opened it so Molly could lead the horse through.

When they were alone, she turned back to Luc. His gaze slid down over her body, lingering on the long length of her legs.#p#分页标题#e#

“I love that outfit,” he said, his voice low and husky, and shivers ran through her body.

She peered down at herself in confusion. “What?”

“The first time I saw you in it, I had an almost overwhelming urge to...” He paused. “Never mind. Anyway I’ve been having the most outrageous fantasies ever since.”

Lia licked her lips, felt his gaze follow the movement. “Fantasies?”

“Hmm…stables, bales of straw, you...”

She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat seemed to have dried up. She coughed, swallowed. “I know where there’s a stable. I could probably even find a few bales of hay.” Reaching out, she stroked her fingers down the scar on his cheek. “My father did this.”

Luc put his own hand over hers and pressed it to his cheek. “Not personally. Besides, it gives me an air of mystery. Helped me attract women when I was younger.”

Lia smiled at the thought of Luc ever having difficulties attracting women. “What about when you’re older?”



He pulled her hand down to his mouth and kissed her palm. “You tell me. You’re the only woman I’ll ever want.”

Lia melted at the words. Suddenly she needed to touch him, to feel him against her, convince herself this was really happening. She glanced around the yard. It looked deserted, only the horses watching from their stables. Still it was way too open for what she wanted to do.

“Come on,” she said.

“Where are we going?”

“To that stable of course.”

He took her arm in a hard grip. “Which one?”

Lia led him across the yard, almost hustling him into the empty stable, shutting the door firmly behind them. The stable was being used to store hay bales, and they were piled up against the walls. Luc smiled as he looked around.

Lia turned to face him, sliding her arms around him beneath his suit jacket, feeling the hard resilience of muscle beneath the smooth silk. Leaning close, she breathed in his scent, hot male and exotic aftershave. Her hands slid lower, down over the hard curve of his buttocks, and she pulled him to her. He was already rock hard, and she pressed her belly against the rigid line of him, heard him groan against her hair. His hands clasped her shoulders and he held her tight for a moment then put her from him slightly.

“We need to talk,” he said.

“We need to kiss.” She kissed his chest, then his neck. “We can talk afterward.”



He groaned again and pulled her to him, tilting her head so he could stare down into her eyes. He kissed her mouth, gentle at first, then harder as Lia melted against him.

“I love you,” he said against her lips.

“I know.” And the last lingering doubts were banished forever.

He kissed her again, his tongue slipping into her mouth. After a moment, he became still against her. He examined the room, his gaze settling on a hay bale. He backed her toward it, then turned, sank down, and pulled her down so she sprawled across his lap. He pulled the band from her hair, ran his hands through the curls so they fell around her shoulders.

His fingers shook as he unbuttoned her white cotton shirt, baring her breasts. She shivered in anticipation as he stared down at her.

“No bra,” he said, his hands brushing over the already swollen peaks. The light touch sent lightning bolts to her groin. Lowering his head, he took one taut nipple between his lips, sucking, then biting gently until she whimpered at the sensations running through her. She had missed this so much; she needed his touch, needed to touch him.