at his reflection, smiling as he saw his hair sticking up where she’d run her fingers through it. He dried his hands and smoothed the silvery strands down, hearing music coming from the other room. She’d put on the music channel. He walked over to the door.
He opened it slowly, as quietly as he could, and leaned against the doorjamb, watching her. She was dancing, her dress still unzipped, her long blonde hair rumpled around her shoulders, facing the window, presumably looking at the pyramids. She moved sensually and smoothly, her hands linked on top of her head, her hips swaying. He caught his breath as desire surged through him, but he made himself stay still. She was like a deer in a forest, and he was afraid a sudden movement might frighten her away.
Heath hesitated, battling with himself. He already knew he wanted much more than she was willing to give. He’d made the quip to Alexander about marrying her to provoke the older man, but it surprised him how attractive he found the idea of staying with her. He wanted to date this woman, take her out, spend time getting to know her, fall in love with her. Hell, he was already in love with her, who was he kidding? She intrigued him, with her strange blend of confident archaeologist and shy, nervous woman.
But she didn’t want anything more with him. Or she didn’t think she did. Something had happened in her past, something he had yet to discover, and it had scarred her for life, making her think she had to hide herself away, making her afraid to let her emotions be touched. He was going to have to show her there could be more between them than just sex.
He watched Cat dancing, desire flooding his veins like a drug. After they’d finished tonight, she was going to walk away from him, and if he wasn’t careful, she’d talk herself out of ever seeing him again. She’d convinced herself he was bad for her. And clearly Alexander wasn’t going to be any help. Persuading her to see him again wouldn’t be easy.
But Heath was a man used to getting what he wanted.
He’d have to have to tread lightly, and be sneakier than he’d ever been before. The Silver Fox was really going to have to work for what he wanted this time. He was going to have to hook her before he reeled her in. And if he had to do it one sexual encounter at a time, then he’d do it that way.
Chapter 14
Cat stopped in her tracks when she turned and saw Heath standing in the doorway, watching her. He’d crossed his arms, he wasn’t smiling, and his hazel eyes were very intense. He pushed himself off the doorframe and began to walk toward her, and her heart rate increased. He reminded her of a panther, padding across the carpet; prowling. She backed away until her legs met the bed, the momentum causing her to sit down with a bump.
He studied her for a moment, still not smiling, and then walked around the bed to the telephone. She watched him, puzzled.
He picked up the receiver and pushed the button for reception, then waited for a moment, his eyes on her. “Hello? Yes, can I order some room service please? A bottle of champagne—yes that will be fine—and…some chocolate ice cream. Yes. With extra chocolate sauce, please.”
Cat’s eyes widened as she remembered what he’d promised to do with the sauce. He replaced the receiver and walked back around the bed to stand in front of her. He took her hands and pulled her up. He still wasn’t smiling. The look in his eyes was desire, hot and neat, like fine whisky. She tried to think of something to say, something amusing to break the tension, but for once her mind had gone blank and she could only stare up at him, swallowing nervously.
Reaching around her, he unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She covered her breasts self-consciously, but he slid his arms around her. Then his mouth was on hers, and she inhaled deeply, slipping her fingers up into his hair, pressing herself against him.
He kissed her for a full minute before
He opened it slowly, as quietly as he could, and leaned against the doorjamb, watching her. She was dancing, her dress still unzipped, her long blonde hair rumpled around her shoulders, facing the window, presumably looking at the pyramids. She moved sensually and smoothly, her hands linked on top of her head, her hips swaying. He caught his breath as desire surged through him, but he made himself stay still. She was like a deer in a forest, and he was afraid a sudden movement might frighten her away.
Heath hesitated, battling with himself. He already knew he wanted much more than she was willing to give. He’d made the quip to Alexander about marrying her to provoke the older man, but it surprised him how attractive he found the idea of staying with her. He wanted to date this woman, take her out, spend time getting to know her, fall in love with her. Hell, he was already in love with her, who was he kidding? She intrigued him, with her strange blend of confident archaeologist and shy, nervous woman.
But she didn’t want anything more with him. Or she didn’t think she did. Something had happened in her past, something he had yet to discover, and it had scarred her for life, making her think she had to hide herself away, making her afraid to let her emotions be touched. He was going to have to show her there could be more between them than just sex.
He watched Cat dancing, desire flooding his veins like a drug. After they’d finished tonight, she was going to walk away from him, and if he wasn’t careful, she’d talk herself out of ever seeing him again. She’d convinced herself he was bad for her. And clearly Alexander wasn’t going to be any help. Persuading her to see him again wouldn’t be easy.
But Heath was a man used to getting what he wanted.
He’d have to have to tread lightly, and be sneakier than he’d ever been before. The Silver Fox was really going to have to work for what he wanted this time. He was going to have to hook her before he reeled her in. And if he had to do it one sexual encounter at a time, then he’d do it that way.
Chapter 14
Cat stopped in her tracks when she turned and saw Heath standing in the doorway, watching her. He’d crossed his arms, he wasn’t smiling, and his hazel eyes were very intense. He pushed himself off the doorframe and began to walk toward her, and her heart rate increased. He reminded her of a panther, padding across the carpet; prowling. She backed away until her legs met the bed, the momentum causing her to sit down with a bump.
He studied her for a moment, still not smiling, and then walked around the bed to the telephone. She watched him, puzzled.
He picked up the receiver and pushed the button for reception, then waited for a moment, his eyes on her. “Hello? Yes, can I order some room service please? A bottle of champagne—yes that will be fine—and…some chocolate ice cream. Yes. With extra chocolate sauce, please.”
Cat’s eyes widened as she remembered what he’d promised to do with the sauce. He replaced the receiver and walked back around the bed to stand in front of her. He took her hands and pulled her up. He still wasn’t smiling. The look in his eyes was desire, hot and neat, like fine whisky. She tried to think of something to say, something amusing to break the tension, but for once her mind had gone blank and she could only stare up at him, swallowing nervously.
Reaching around her, he unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She covered her breasts self-consciously, but he slid his arms around her. Then his mouth was on hers, and she inhaled deeply, slipping her fingers up into his hair, pressing herself against him.
He kissed her for a full minute before
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