Once inside, Rafe removed his coat from her shoulders. ‘Drink?’
‘A cup of tea would be nice.’
‘It shall be yours.’
Lottie sat on the window seat, gazing out over the lake. Pregnant. She could hardly believe it. And although she knew she shouldn’t jinx it, something inside her—some inner sense—told her that this time everything was going to be all right.
A rattling tray announced Rafael’s return, and after carefully placing a cup of tea in front of Lottie he removed his own tumbler of whisky and came and sat beside her on the sofa. Lottie realised he had something in his other hand.
‘I bought you this.’ His voice was low, almost gruff, as he opened his hand to reveal the ‘something’. It was a small blue velvet box.
Lottie looked from the box to Rafael, her eyes questioning.
‘Thank you.’ Surprised, she wasn’t sure what to say. ‘I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you.’
Rafael frowned at her, puzzled. ‘Why would you?’
‘Well, I’m assuming this is a Valentine’s Day gift?’
‘Hardly!’ He all but snorted. ‘I just happened to see them and thought you might like them.’ Handing her the closed box, he pulled back. ‘Think of them as a token of my gratitude, if you like.’
‘Right...’ That had told her. Gratitude was as good as it was going to get.
Opening the box revealed a pair of gold and enamel earrings shaped like little violets, their perfect petals shaded to a deep purple in the centre, where a small, gold nugget nestled.
‘They are beautiful!’ With one in each hand Lottie held them before her.
‘I’m glad you like them. I thought the colour was pretty, that they would go with your eyes...’ His voice trailed off.
‘I love them. Thank you.’
‘Are you going to try them on?’
‘Yes, of course.’ But he was too close, watching her too intently, and in spite of fiddling with her earlobes Lottie couldn’t get them to go in. ‘I need a mirror, really.’
‘Here—let me.’ Squatting before her, Rafael took the earrings out of her hand and proceeded very delicately to fix first one, then the other to her ears. Feeling his breath blowing sweetly against her cheeks, Lottie found herself painfully holding in her own.
‘There.’ Job done, he sat back on his heels.
Touching her earlobes, Lottie looked into his face. ‘Thank you.’
She leant forward, intending to give him a polite kiss on the cheek, but he intercepted her, catching her face in his hands. Their eyes clashed. Her heart thudded wildly.
For a second neither moved, each trying to gauge the other’s reaction. Then Lottie, realising that she had no idea how to read the mind of the man who crouched before her, gave up.
To hell with it. This was her night to do what she wanted. And what she wanted more than anything else was Rafael. As she gazed into his beautiful face she had never felt more sure of anything in her whole life. The joy of knowing she was pregnant with his baby was almost overwhelming her body with happiness and pride. But there was one more thing that could make this day absolutely perfect. And it was right in front of her now.
Linking her hands behind Rafael’s neck, she pulled him the few inches closer she needed to bring his lips to hers. Rafael let go of her face, but instead of mirroring her action his arms fell by his sides. Undeterred, Lottie pressed her mouth against his, her lips already pouting and swollen, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer to increase the pressure.
Still Rafael resisted, but when she opened her mouth, slid her tongue between his lips, gently plundered inside, she could feel his stubbornness evaporate as he started to return the kiss in the way only he could—with fire and deep passion. It sent a shudder of pure craving through her body.
Coming off his haunches, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up with him as they wobbled to stand, each clinging unsteadily to the other, desperate to find each other’s lips again. Pressed so tightly to him, Lottie revelled in the heat coming off his body, in the feel of his muscular arms imprisoning her against his granite chest, the thrilling evidence of his arousal, hard and insistent against her pelvis.