New Year at the Boss's Bidding(13)

She ached to be kissed by him, to feel his lips against hers.

From the hallway the old grandfather clock sounded the first strike of  midnight. It chimed through the charged air and the small clock on the  mantelpiece echoed it, ending the year and her contract.

'Midnight,' she whispered softly, unable to do anything else, the  atmosphere was so laden and intense. His gaze fell to her lips and every  breath she dragged in seemed to burn.

The chimes continued, showing out the old year and ringing in the new.  Everything became hazy, except Xavier's handsome face. Had the world  stopped turning?

'Buon Anno Nuovo.' His sensually deep voice sent ripples of tingling awareness all over her.

'Happy New Year.' Her soft barely-there whisper was almost drowned out  by the thudding of her heart and the last stroke of midnight. She had to  go right now. She wasn't ready for this. Before he could do anything to  stop her, she left the room, carelessly putting her glass down as she  passed a table.

'Natalie.'

He called after her, but she didn't stop until she was next to the  Christmas tree he'd wanted banished from the house. Then she sensed him  behind her and turned.

'Don't run from me, Natalie, not tonight.'

She looked at him, unable to decide if the undercurrent of vulnerability she heard in his voice was real. 'I have to go.'

'Stay.'

Was she really afraid to celebrate the New Year with a kiss or was she  running because she wanted to be kissed? Would she regret it if she left  now? Her heart thudded harder than ever as she looked at him. Her mouth  felt dry, as if not a single drop of champagne had passed her lips.                       
       
           



       

'No. I can't.'

He didn't say anything but moved towards her, the intensity of moments  ago still surrounding them. She couldn't take her eyes from his face and  could hardly breathe as he moved closer.

His fingers brushed her cheek briefly before sliding into her thick  hair and holding her firmly. Slowly he lowered his head, stopping before  she could feel his lips on hers, and she looked into his eyes.  Fireworks of passion exploded in them and beyond that display she saw  something that made her want him more.

'Happy New Year, Natalie.' The deep tones of his voice sent sparks of heat around her body.

She swallowed hard, almost unable to form a single word as she responded instinctively in Italian. 'Buon Anno Nuovo, Xavier.'

What was she doing? As his lips almost touched hers, she pulled back,  but his hand in her hair held her. 'Your contract is over, Natalie, and  you can't deny there is something between us tonight.'

Was he giving her permission to kiss him, to give in to the desire that  thudded in her veins? His lips met hers, brushing so tenderly over them  that a soft sigh escaped her. The kiss became harder, more demanding  and she couldn't help herself.

She fought hard to keep her eyes open but it was all she could do to  stop her lashes lowering. His lips tasted hers and she resisted the  temptation to press herself against him, hot need rushing through her.  This was just a New Year's kiss. Nothing more.

His fingers curled tightly in her hair, keeping her lips just where she  really wanted them-beneath his. A small sigh of pleasure sounded in her  throat as the kiss intensified, his tongue seeking hers.

She gave herself up to the ecstasy of the moment, her body filled with  fiery heat. How could a kiss be so unbelievably hot? His lips trailed  down her throat and her whole body trembled. He kissed her bare  shoulders as he cupped her breast, the pad of his thumb grazing over her  peaked nipple, causing her to drag in a breath of pure pleasure.

He moved against her and through the silk of her dress she could feel  the firmness of his body, from the muscular chest to his strong thighs.  Unashamedly she moulded herself against him, the hardness of his arousal  pressing against her, tormenting her.

As passion threatened to overpower her, take away her last remnants of  sanity, he pushed her away. Shock stunned her, freezing her mind and  body. All she could hear was the thud of her pulse as her heart raced,  but when she looked at him, the expression on his face had turned cold.

What had she done? What had she been thinking? Kissing Xavier Moretti like that?

The fierce look on his face left her in no doubt she'd gone too far, read too much into the flirtatious mood of the evening.

'That shouldn't have happened.' The husky tone of her voice cracked  with raw desire that even she could hear. He continued to watch her,  displeasure increasingly more evident in his eyes and the firm line of  the lips that had just sent her senses into overdrive.

The temptation to turn and run upstairs was immense, but she must never  let him know what his kiss had done. The world had stopped turning;  everything except him had ceased to exist.

She stepped back, feeling a chill on her skin after the heat of being  in front of the fire. Or was it the heat of his kiss? Those dark and  wickedly brooding eyes didn't leave her face for one second, causing her  cheeks to glow as a blush crept over them.

'Goodnight.' Thankfully firmness brushed aside the husky voice she'd  just heard coming from herself. She stepped back again and the further  she moved from him the more humiliation rose within her.

'Buona notte, Natalie.'

Damn him, he wasn't making this easy for her. He could at least say  sorry. But you kissed him back. The traitorous voice in her head mocked  her embarrassment and she dragged in a deep breath.

She had to get out of there. Slowly she turned to walk up the stairs,  feeling him watching every move she made so intently she could hardly  walk. After what seemed like an eternity she reached the first landing.

'Natalie?'

The sensual way he said her name had her turning to him instinctively,  but she refused to go back, refused to be drawn into something neither  of them wanted-or needed. She couldn't respond, couldn't say one word as  their eyes met.

'Grazie.'

She didn't wait to find out what he thanking her for or even  acknowledge it. She gave him a brief smile before she turned, forgetting  her earlier intention and running up the stairs as fast as she could in  her high heels. She didn't dare stop, not until she'd reached the  sanctuary of her room.

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Xavier woke as a chill spread over him. The fire, which had burned so  hot at midnight, was now nothing more than embers glowing amidst the  ash. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said about the fire of desire  within him.                       
       
           



       

He should never have kissed her, never have accepted her unspoken  invitation to taste those lush lips, because now that he had, he wanted  more. With each passing hour he'd been drawn to her with an  inevitability that he'd been unable to ignore, despite the guilt that  had prevented him from even thinking of kissing a woman in the last  three years.

He stood up and pain niggled down his legs, a legacy of the accident  and a constant reminder of his guilt. As was Tilly's insistence that she  worked for him, making it plain that, despite the pull of attraction  between them, nothing would ever happen.

But something had happened.

She'd kissed him back, responded so hotly he'd wanted her right there and then.

He'd only intended to brush his lips over hers in a celebratory kiss,  and he'd almost stopped, sensing that a boundary would be crossed, a  boundary she'd firmly set.

As his lips had tasted hers he'd lost his ability to think. The heat of  her lips on his still seared him. Kissing her had been all he'd wanted  to do; he couldn't allow things to go further, and not just because she  was vulnerable. The only woman to have seen his battered body was  Carlotta. As the memories of her revulsion had mixed with his constant  guilt, he'd pushed Tilly away.

He'd watched Tilly all but run upstairs and had been unable to process  the implications of what had happened. Her door had clicked closed and  he had marched away from the ever-mocking Christmas tree, back to the  heat of the fire.

Maledizione. He should never have kissed her. She'd tested his control,  pushing it almost to the breaking point. He'd forced himself to let her  go, to step away from her when every nerve in his body had cried out  for the satisfaction of feeling her against him. He'd remained  downstairs because he'd known Natalie wasn't a one-night sort of woman.

He glanced out of the landing windows, out into the night, which was  illuminated by the snow, casting an eerie glow. At least it had stopped  snowing. With any luck the minor roads leading away from the manor would  be clear by tomorrow and she could leave-even if he had to dig through  the snow to make a track to the road. She couldn't stay here, not when  she tempted him, making him want things he had no right to want.

As he finally retired to his room he paused at the end of the corridor  that led to Tilly's room. He imagined her asleep in the grand  four-poster bed and knew he didn't want her to be so far away from him,  and not just because they were alone in the house.