‘What happened?’ Tobias asked softly. His eyes were burning into hers. The wine had loosened her tongue and she told him everything about Adam and his secretary. He sat in silence, taking it all in. When she’d finished, she took a gulp of wine and looked directly at him. ‘So now you know.’
‘We’re not all like him.’
She gave a hard laugh. A spark of uncertainty stung her. It was the comment Nick had made last night in the pub. With Dutch courage she looked straight at him again, almost accusingly.
‘Can I ask you a question?’
‘Of course.’
‘Is it me you find beautiful, or the fact I look like your late fiancée?’ The question floored him.
He sat rigid. Narrowing his eyes he asked in a quiet, controlled voice, ‘What exactly is that supposed to mean?’
‘It’s something Nick said, about you kissing me yesterday in The Templar.’
‘Did I offend you?’ His tone remained stilted.
‘No, of course not,’ she quickly replied, beginning to feel uneasy. ‘He said you kissed me because of who I reminded you of, not for me.’ She stood up, wanting to put some distance between them. Why had she opened her mouth? He stood up too, staring into her face. She moved backwards, towards the corner of the kitchen and he stood in front of her, blocking her in.
‘So that’s what the bastard’s been saying, is it?’ he rasped with fury.
Megan swiftly tried to calm him. ‘I’m sorry, Tobias. I’ve made you angry.’
‘It’s not you who’s made me angry. Yes, you do look like Carrie did, butyou’re nother. She was taller than you, had a different voice, she was a damn sight warmer than you,’ she flinched, ‘and she didn’t have a strawberry-shaped birthmark above her collar-bone.’
Oh, to hell with it, he couldn’t resist any longer. He plunged his mouth down and kissed and licked it. Megan gasped, tension was at fever pitch, but she didn’t want his lips to stop. She nuzzled her face into his glossy dark hair, loving the fresh pine smell of him. He ran frenzied kisses up her neck and she responded by pulling him closer. Her hands reached inside his shirt and ran over his toned back.
‘Megan,’ he groaned as his mouth found hers, his tongue explored her lips, then gently probed inside.
Megan’s legs buckled as she felt faint with desire. Her body had never responded this way ever. Tobias held her tightly, his lips plundering hers deeply, intensely, taking her breath away. She wanted more of him and her hands cupped the sides of his face, then ran through his dark hair, which felt like silk.
He thrust his pelvis into her, making his erection evident. Then, with an almighty will, he forced himself to stop. His chest was heaving. ‘Megan, unless you want me to take you right now over the kitchen table, this must stop.’
Blushing furiously, Megan also calmed herself, ‘I’m… sorry… I…’
He dipped his head to face her. ‘Don’t ever apologise for touching me,’ he smiled, still shaking slightly. They hugged each other closely for a moment, drinking in the smell of each other.
Finally Megan spoke. ‘Fancy a coffee?’ She was desperate to return to the previous light-hearted atmosphere.
‘That would be lovely,’ Tobias answered with a grin.
