Wife for a Week(16)

‘Of course,’ said Jasmine. ‘Come, I’ll show you to your suite. I also have refreshments prepared for you if you’d care to join me on the terrace a little later. I wasn’t sure how hungry you’d be so there’s a bit of everything.’

Suddenly, Jasmine was as young as her eighteen years, a sweet girl playing hostess for her father and trying hard to do it right. Hallie could relate. ‘That sounds lovely,’ she said with a warm smile.

Nick’s hand was on the small of her back as they followed Jasmine to their suite, the warmth of his touch searing into her through the thin silk of her top. By the time they reached the room his touch was a feather-light caress between her shoulder blades and her body was awash in sensation. ‘Right, then, thank you,’ she said to Jasmine. ‘We’ll meet you on the terrace in, um—’

‘Half an hour,’ murmured Nick in that voice, and quietly shut the door.

‘Phew.’ Hallie blew out a breath and headed for the window, more to put some distance between herself and Nick than to admire the view. It was a magnificent view, though, now that she looked at it. The Teys’ three-car garage and manicured, terraced gardens were spread out directly below them and beyond their walls stood more luxury housing that only the extremely wealthy could afford. Downslope, the villas and the apartment blocks gradually morphed into the towering skyscrapers and neon madness of Hong Kong Island’s central business district. Beyond that lay the glittering waters of Victoria Harbour and, beyond that, more skyscrapers: the skyscrapers of Kowloon. ‘Wow,’ she said softly.

‘Breathtaking, isn’t it?’ said Nick, crossing the room to stand beside her. ‘How do you think it went with Jasmine?’

‘She got the point.’

‘You don’t think it was too subtle?’ he asked.

‘We women are subtle creatures.’

Nick didn’t seem entirely convinced. ‘I think we need more.’

‘More what? More jealousy? Look, I’m trying to be supportive here, but in my professional opinion you don’t want Jasmine thinking you need rescuing from an over-possessive fruitcake.’

‘Not more jealousy. More touching.’

Oh.

He slid an arm around her waist and drew her gently towards him. ‘Like this.’

This was enough to set every bone in her body to melting. Hallie put her hands to his chest, striving for some distance, even as the lower half of her body betrayed her and settled snugly against him. ‘Kai’s watching us,’ she muttered. He was opening the driver’s side door of the Mercedes; maybe he was off to collect John Tey. But he was looking up at them.

‘I know.’ Nick was hardening against her as they spoke and making no secret of his affliction as his hands slid from her waist to the base of her spine and pressed her even closer.

‘Kinky,’ she said lightly.

‘It may not be the audience.’ His lips were curved in a familiar half-smile. ‘It could be you.’

She slid her hands to his shoulders, delighting in the feel of him, in the rich, musky scent of his skin. ‘You mean you don’t know?’

‘Nope. And there’s not enough blood left in my brain to figure it out.’

‘Maybe it’s both,’ she said breathlessly.

‘Now you’re trying to confuse me.’

‘Actually, I’m trying to distract you.’

‘Try harder,’ he said, and set his lips to her neck, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through her. Role playing, that was all, but she tilted her head to allow him better access, gasping when the heat of his lips was joined by a whisper of tongue as he teased and tasted his way along her neck.
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This was madness, she thought as she buried her hands in his hair and demanded more. Utter madness, as Nick cupped her buttocks and surged against her as his lips rushed over her shoulder, her collar-bone, the swell of her breast, and it was all she could do not to whimper when his mouth found the peak of her breast through the thin layers of silk. All she could do not to scream when his teeth and tongue came into play.

‘Nick.’ He’d found the clasp on her trousers, his fingers at her waist setting off feathery tremors of sensation. ‘Nick! He’s gone.’

‘Who’s gone?’ His eyes were black, his breathing was ragged, but comprehension dawned. ‘Oh, yeah, him.’ His hands stilled, and his big body shuddered as he struggled for control. ‘Just give me a minute here.’

No problem. She could do with a minute or two herself. Not to mention a few more metres of unoccupied personal space.

He let her go, let her put some distance between them, but her skin was on fire from his touch and her breasts ached for the feel of his hands and his lips on them again. Half blind with unfulfilled need, she staggered towards the centre of the room. And stopped.