Page 42 of Brant
And they would be getting some more snow tonight. Her idea was that they would have supper on his balcony and watch the snow coming down, that is, after he had ravished her body for most of the afternoon.
Brant had to concentrate fiercely on the road. In the confines of the vehicle, everything was heightened. Her scent was inside his nostrils. He had stood in that bathroom stall and had to release his erection to try and get some ease. This had never happened to him before. He had always been able to control his impulses and his desires.
Not since he was a randy schoolboy had he been caught up in this embarrassing condition, a hard-on that refused to quit. He was hard even now. He had been hard and extremely uncomfortable when he returned to John's office. So much so that he could barely concentrate on the man's conversation.
He had not dared touch her. That was how bad it was. He had stayed away from her, avoiding even looking at her. She had chosen to wear a purple sweater that seemed to cling to every lush curve of her body. She wasn't wearing makeup, except for a shimmering lip gloss, and yet, she was the sexiest woman he had ever known. She was like a magnet drawing him to her. He, who had been sexually active since he was fourteen and had too many women to count, was finding it difficult to get his body under control.
How the hell had this happened? And what about his usual self-control and his ability to handle anything, especially a woman?
How had it changed so much that this one woman, one who was not even his type, had this combustible effect on him? He had almost torn off her clothing to get his hands on her.
Sliding into park, he shut off the engine. Shoving the door open, he came around to open her door and waited until she had unclasped the seatbelt before taking her hand.
"Watch your step," he advised a little shortly. He was behaving like a grouch but could not help it.
Ignoring his unpredictable behavior, Indigo lifted her face to the sky, enjoying the icy breeze. "I think it's going to start snowing any time now."
"Which makes sense to get inside now."
Sliding her hand through his arm, she smiled slightly in anticipation of what was about to happen between them and could hardly wait.
He was so damned edgy and was practically jumping out of his skin. And if he wasn't careful, he was going to jump all over her, and it would be over in minutes. He wanted more than minutes. He wanted an entire day exploring her lush curves, tasting and savoring her. So, in order to keep his tremendous passion on a leash, he had to detach himself from her. Shoving the doors open, he entered the foyer, shrugged out of his jacket, and headed toward the stairs.
"Would you like something to eat?"
It was Saturday, and the housekeeper was off.
"No."
"I could-"
"If you're hungry, go right ahead." Christ! He was behaving like a bloody bear with a sore head.
"I'll just get something to drink."
"I'll be in the bedroom. Take your time. I have some calls to make." It was a damn lie, but he had to say something, and this would give him time to compose himself.
He went straight to the closet to change. Donning a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, he stoked the fire. She was right, he mused, glancing out the window. It had started to snow, fat flakes pinging against the window.
He would take his time, he decided. He would take his time with her. She had been through a hell of a lot and just had a break. It was cause for celebration.
They should have champagne. Turning toward the recessed bar, he pushed the knob, waiting until the counter slid forward. Selecting a Dom, he plucked out two glasses and was pouring the bubbly when she came in.
"Celebration," he explained briefly at her lifted brows. "Here. Sure you're not hungry?"
"I'm sure. It's snowing, and Mrs. Holt left some cocido..." She stopped to savor the word, her lips curving slightly. "She left it in the warmer for us to have today. It's almost lunchtime. There are sandwiches-"
"I'm not hungry!" he snapped it out, causing her to stare at him as if he were a madman. "I apologize," he muttered, taking a healthy swallow of the champagne. "I came up here determined to try and be calm. I figured by the time you appeared, I would be in a state of mind to deal with you, with this, with what I'm feeling. But I was dead wrong." He drank some more and wandered over to the fireplace. He stood there looking into the hypnotic flames before turning to face her. "I'm usually not this nervous or jumpy. But I've never felt this way before. I want you." He shook his head. "That's such a tame way of saying it. I'm craving you. I don't want food, Indigo. If I don'thave you right now, this second, I'm going to go mad. Do you understand?"
While he was speaking, her heat had started and had now spread until she was almost consumed. Her knees were weak, and the hand holding the glass shook. Taking a deep breath, she put it onto the nearest flat surface before she ended up spilling it.
"Yes." She had to clear her throat. "Yes."
"So?" Putting his glass on the wide marble surface of the mantel, he started toward her, banked fires making his tawny eyes golden.
"So, have me. Now, right now. I had every intention of taking another shower and slipping into something scandalous."
"No need. I'm only going to rip it off you anyway."
