Page 41 of Secret Admirer
Her palm was warm in his. He didn’t move a muscle. He couldn’t. If he moved, he might explode. “Don’t, Rebecca. I’m still upset that you didn’t tell me about your father or your job--I'm assuming you work at the garage?”
She came closer. Her warm breath made his lips tingle as she said, “I planned on telling you. It’s why I wanted to invite him out to dinner, or we can have him come over? Maybe go to his house. I was going to leave it up to you.”
“You were?” The idea of ripping off the red dress replayed in his mind. He didn’t move.
She pressed her hand on his chest and nodded. “Yes. Please believe me.”
Maybe he was tuned up like one of her cars, but she broke through the wall around his heart. No one ever had before. Bart had already claimed her, which meant he’d keep her. He always bought the deeds to any property of interest and would negotiate terms if necessary. “I want to meet him. We can go to his house to pay our respects tomorrow.”
“Great.” She hugged him tight.
The zips in his skin from her touch made him hard. He needed to possess her now. “And Rebecca?”
“Yes.” She spoke breathlessly, like she wanted his kiss as badly as he wanted her.
He wrapped his arms around her and let her feel what she’d done to his body as he said, “Never lie to me again.”
Chapter 13
Rebecca woke up in the middle of the day and stretched.
She'd never had so much great sex.
Bart didn’t want to stop and her body crashed into sweet oblivion every time.
And every time she tried to speak, he possessed her body with such passion that she forgot what she wanted to say.
Loving him changed everything. She gazed at the tropical landscape outside their balcony window and snuggled beneath the white sheet of the hotel.
Bart stretched his hands and let out a small groan that showed he was awake. She turned toward his muscular frame and sighed.
No wonder he had so much control. His body was in shape, like an athlete. She rested her head on her palm. “Bart?”
He finished his yawn and traced her naked hip as he kept his head on his pillow. “Rebecca?”
Her cheeks were warm from being so sated. She propped her head up on one hand to stare into his handsome brown eyes. “Earlier…what happened to you?”
For a moment he didn’t move. He didn’t blink. He just stared at her. She swallowed and waited. At last, he smiled and said, “I was upset. Now I’m not.”
Ah. Her body relaxed when she hadn’t known she was even tense. She scooted closer and brushed against the hair on his wrist as she said, “I meant, what happened that caused you to be so… classist.”
He stayed still, goosebumps from her touch on his arm. “I've never met anyone like you.”
She needed to believe in love and happily-ever-after. She sighed and asked, “Do they not have…normalpeople in your small town?”
He pulled her sheet down like he wanted to see all of her, again. “Everyone knows each other, but we also know our place in society. You met Valentina at the party, no?”
“Yes, why?”
“Her father owns a restaurant. She served our tables and followed Anthony around, like a puppy dog. She would never be acceptable as someone to date.”
“Why?”
“Because she served us. She wasn’t our equal.”
“That’s so wrong.” She readjusted the sheet to stop him from seducing her, at least for a few minutes. It was important to talk, too. They got along physically just fine. “That’s so rigid.”
His gaze had a sexy gleam. “I never once wanted the mechanic's daughter, until you.”
