“Andre can get over it. Who do you think bought the pins?”
She looked momentarily sheepish, and he cursed himself for being such a fool. He’d half expected her to refuse the clothes he got her and had been so grateful when she gave in without a fight. The last thing he wanted to do was remind her about the money he’d spent on her. Even if it didn’t mean anything to him, he knew it meant something to her.
“Got one,” he said, holding up one of the small twinkling hair pins.
He hadn’t meant to lose them in the first place. In fact he had no intention of messing up her hair and makeup at all. He hadn’t kissed her for that reason. She made him lose control, and he didn’t lose control, especially over sex. Hell, he had to have her so badly, he hadn’t bothered with a condom. He always wore a condom. Always. Next time he’d have to tie her up if he wanted things to go the way he planned.Maybe with those strands of pearls, he thought, getting distracted again.
The thing was she hadn’t even touched him. She hadn’t done anything but take everything he gave her and give it all back to him. When she came, for that moment, she let him see the world reflected in her eyes, and it knocked him loose. His iron will dissolved in Claire’s eyes. He’d grabbed her hair and held on for dear life, momentarily afraid that if he wasn’t anchored to her, he’d drift away. It was a new feeling for him and one he didn’t want to get used to.
“Do you want me to get Andre back to fix your hair?” he asked when he’d finally found all five pins or what he was going to convince himself were all of them.
“Don’t be silly,” she said.
She’d slipped on the green silk robe, and he touched her arm, feeling the warmth of her body through the cool silk.
“I’m sorry I messed up your hair.” The apology stuck in his throat. He hated to apologize. It was much easier not to do anything to be sorry for in the first place.
She grinned up at him. “Don’t worry about it. It was definitely my pleasure. Can you help me with this?” She piled a clump of tousled curls on her head. “Just twist in the pin to hold it.”
He gently spun the pin through her hair and anchored the curls to her head, repeating the process with the remaining pins until her hair was piled in a sexy tangle almost as good as the one Andre had done. When he was finished he nuzzled her neck, loving the way she curled into him.
“Get ready so we can go to the party and get back here in time for me to lose the rest of the pins.”
