Fortune's Legacy by Maureen Child Page A

she tried to ignore the flutter of something hot and twitchy deep within. “Nothing at all.”
    â€œGood,” he said flatly, his tone all-business. Then reaching out, he grabbed her frozen feet and pulled them onto his lap.
    â€œHey!”
    His big hands closed around her ankles and she felt heat pool beneath her skin.
    â€œShut up, Kyra.”
    Muttering under his breath, he rubbed first one foot, then the other, stroking, kneading, using his strong fingers to rub away the last of the cold. His hands were warm, his touch gentle, despite the fury still crouched inside him.
    As her body relaxed and her brain went limp, Kyra willingly shut up and allowed herself simply to feel.

Eight
    D idn’t seem to matter how icy her skin was, Garrett felt on fire just by touching her.
    He shot her a glance from the corner of his eye. She was leaning back against the stone hearth, the fire right behind her, gilding her in a halo of heat and light. His mouth went dry and his pulse quickened until the racing of his own blood was nearly deafening.
    Shifting his gaze to the flames themselves, he tried not to think about what she’d looked like when he’d stripped her out of her business clothes. Pale, creamy flesh, red lace bra and panties, long legs and sleek lines, curves and tempting valleys. His heartbeat thundered in his chest and he told himself to get a grip. They weren’t in this cabin on some lost-weekend getaway.
    They’d been stranded in a storm.
    Now they were trapped together.
    Two people who otherwise wouldn’t have willingly spent more than an hour in each other’s company.
    Besides all that, she worked for him.
    What he was feeling was completely inappropriate.
    And totally overwhelming.
    Every inch of his body was on full alert. Restraining the urge to keep from sliding his hands up her legs, over her hips, to cup her breasts was taking every last ounce of his near-legendary willpower.
    Who would have guessed that Kyra Fortune was hiding red lace underwear beneath her woman-in-charge power suits? And how would he ever be able to sit across from her in a meeting again without wondering what other delights she was hiding?
    â€œThat really feels good.”
    Her voice was a purr of satisfaction and did something to him that he really didn’t want to think about.
    He swallowed hard and tried to keep his voice brisk, businesslike. “Looks like you don’t have to worry about frostbite, anyway.”
    â€œLucky me.” Edging away from the hearth, she stretched out on the rug. But she kept her feet in his lap, lifting them into his hands.
    â€œYeah,” he said. “Lucky.”
    â€œThe fire feels great.”
    â€œSeems to be plenty of firewood here,” he said, struggling to keep his brain focused away from the fact that her feet were now rubbing against a part of his body thatdidn’t require any more encouragement. “Once you’re warmed up, I’ll go check. There’s probably more in back.”
    â€œWhat about you?”
    He risked a quick glance at her, saw her eyes fixed on his face. “What about me?”
    She propped herself up on her elbows, tipped her head to one side and watched him. “You’re making sure I’m all warmed up. But you were out in the snow, too.”
    â€œTrust me,” he said tightly. “I’m plenty warm.”
    â€œReally?”
    Speculation rang in her tone and Garrett figured it was time to stop the massage. Things were getting a little too intimate here, in the firelit darkness. “I’m fine, Kyra.” He set her feet down on the rug, then stood up and looked around the cabin.
    Shadows filled the corners of the room, but the candles and fire provided enough light to let him see that the place was well taken care of. Probably some city dweller’s weekend retreat. Thank God it was here. Otherwise, they’d have been screwed.
    â€œI’m going to check for more