He raises his eyebrows.
‘It is very important to me.’
‘Sure,’ he says.
‘You agreed without knowing what I am going to ask?’
‘When people say I need a very big favor it’s bound to be a small thing. It is when they ask for a small favor that I start worrying. So, what is it you want?’
‘My mother has invited you around to dinner. It’s just the once. You will have to pretend to be my boyfriend,’
she says quickly.
‘What sort of thing will I have to do to convince her that I am your boyfriend?’
‘Just the usual. Hold hands, a quick kiss. Nothing too heavy.’#p#分页标题#e#
He smiles. ‘I think I can manage that.’
‘Thank you. I owe you one. Maybe one day you will need a favor and I can do something to help.’
‘I’ll remember that,’ he says, and falls silent. But the silence is not uncomfortable and they finish their main meal without further conversation.
He orders the macerated strawberries for dessert.
‘I’ll have the same,’ she says.
He grins. ‘I thought you might go for the Like A Kid In A Sweetshop.
‘I nearly did,’ she says, ‘Do you know what’s in it?’
‘Just a selection, I guess. Want to change your mind?’
‘No.’
The dessert is so delicious Lana wishes her mother is with her. After the handmade chocolates the bill arrives.
It is over four and a half thousand pounds. Lana looks at Blake in shock. That is more than her mother spends on food for a whole year. It must be good to be so rich. He raises his eyes and returns her look. His eyes are sultry and slumberous. And suddenly he seems devastatingly, impossibly handsome, but so aloof and unreachable that it is almost as if she has her nose pressed against a glass window and is looking in at something she can never have.
She feels like the match girl from Hans Christian Andersen’s fairy tale. She has only a limited number of matchsticks that she must keep lighting to see the beautiful sight in front of her. When the matches run out she will die.
Sixteen
e opens the door of the apartment and waits for Hher to enter. She walks in and stands with her back to him, waiting. She hears the thick click of the door, then he is standing behind her. His breath is on her neck.
‘Mmmm… You smell so good,’ he whispers.
She leans her head back and finds his chest. She hears the sound of a zip and her dress is pooling around her shoes. He unhooks her bra and frees her breasts.
Suddenly, he has scooped her into his arms and is carrying her down the long corridor. There is something so caveman and primal about being carried to be ravished that she buries her head in his wide chest so he will not see how unbearably excited and flushed she is. She has been claimed. Now she will be possessed and owned. He kicks open the bedroom door and lays her down on the bed.
Then he brings his mouth down on hers and kisses her ferociously. The feel and heat of his mouth is a shock to her system. Every coherent thought flees. From his mouth he is transferring hunger into her very cells. Every fiber of her being wants him inside her again. He takes his mouth away. She comes up heaving for air.
His tongue moves across her collarbone and she whimpers. That small mewl of surrender sends him into overdrive. He has been with hundreds of women, some as beautiful, and others sexually more accomplished, but none of them has done this to him.
He pushes his knee between her legs and forces them open. He licks the soft swell of her breast and circling his lips around one taut peak, sucks it softly. His large hand skims the soft flesh between her legs. The small bit of lace between them is no match for him. The sound of tearing is loud in her ears.
Her eyes fly open. They are glazed, the pupils dilated.
She registers his eyes as smoldering and intently watching, her face, her mouth, her reactions. His roving fingers encounter thick juices and they make him growl.
She stares at him, not understanding it to be the guttural rumble of possession and ownership.
She gasps, but does not look away when his fingers first one then two thrust into the wet crease. The thrusting is slow and languorous. Delicious. She raises her body to reach for his mouth. With a groan his hot hungry mouth swoops down to meet hers. As the kiss grows deeper she becomes lost in the foreign sensations inside her. The blood rushes through her veins. The action between her legs is picking up pace, becoming more urgent.
Suddenly he takes his fingers out.
‘Don’t,’ she breathes. Her voice is ragged, an unfamiliar mess.
She runs her fingers down his hard stomach towards the zip of his pants. Her hands are trembling, useless things. He pushes them away gently, and does the job himself.