leaned down to claim the kiss he’d been craving all day. She stood on tiptoe, leaning into his body. He cradled her to him, cupping her face in both hands and angling her head for deeper penetration.
His entire body tightened in anticipation. God, he wanted her. This wasn’t a lust thing that could be satisfied with any other woman. He craved her taste on his tongue. Her soft skin under his hands. Her soft curvy body against his muscular frame.
He whispered her name against her skin, skimming his mouth down the line of her neck and nibbling on the pulse beating so strongly at the base. She said his name in a throaty voice.
He bit her gently and she arched closer to him. He licked the spot and then suckled her there. He wanted to brand her as his. To make sure that any other man who saw her knew she was taken. That she already had a man.
She sighed, tunneling her hands into his hair and pulling back from him.
He raised both eyebrows at her. “Please say we’re staying in.”
“Not quite,” she said. Her face was flushed and her lips were wet and swollen. She looked as if he’d done so much more than kiss her. He skimmed his gaze down her neck and was pleased to see the mark of his possession there.
“I figured out something for us to do, but I couldn’t catch you before you left your office.”
She wore a pair of khaki-colored capri pants and a black tank top. Her hair was twisted up and tendrils curled softly around her face. Her eyes were wide and questioning. Clearly she was unsure if she’d made the right choice.
“Great. What’d you decide? Do you want to take me to a private gentleman’s club?”
“Has any woman ever suggested such a thing?” she asked in that haughty way of hers. This was part of the new Shelby. The old Shelby was very pliable. She’d done whatever he said and never stood up to him. But this new woman had a backbone and too much sass.
“I’ve seen it happen in movies,” he said with a grin. She made him happy deep inside where he’d been alone for too long.
“What kind of movies?”
He tipped his head to the side. “Come to think of it, not the kind of movie you’d watch.”
“Sex movies?”
“Uh, I’m pleading the Fifth on this one,” he said, taking her hand and leading her into his home.
Her deal with Alan had some pluses to it. Shelby had made arrangements to have Hayden’s yacht readied for them. Lake Mead was located just east of Vegas and Shelby had gotten driving directions from the bell stand earlier before going to get Hayden.
Shelby felt a little bit of dread at the thought of someday having to reveal to Hayden that his father was once again behind the scenes manipulating things. She made the decision right then to stop talking to Alan. She wanted to learn about Hayden on her own, not through his father’s scrutiny.
She shook off those fears for tonight. The sun was setting and a warm breeze blew through the open windows of her SUV. Hayden had a slight smile on his face.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
“It’s a surprise.”
“Baby, I’ve lived here my entire life. I’m not going to be easily fooled.”
“I’m prepared for that.” She’d spent most of her childhood in Vegas and there was still so much she didn’t know about her hometown. Of course, she’d frequented places that Hayden would never have gone to. Places that were saved for the poor and addicted.
“How?” he asked.
She shook off the feelings evoked by her childhood memories and focused instead on Hayden. Focused on the fact that after all this time she was determined to make a relationship work with the man she’d promised herself she’d marry.
She signaled and pulled off the interstate onto the shoulder. The interstate was busy with traffic and she was pleased that Hayden looked a little unsure. She rarely got the upper hand with him.
“This is it?” he asked, glancing at the guardrail and the expanse of desert stretching out toward the mountains. “What could we be doing here?”
To keep from smiling she bit the inside of her mouth as she took the black silk mask from her purse and held it up.
He fingered the silk and when his eyes met hers she saw the heat in them. And shivered. She had the impression that Hayden thought this was the prelude to some exciting sexual adventure.
“Kinky sex on the side of the road. How’d you guess?”
Before she could caution him, he ran the tip of one finger down the side of her neck, his thumb rubbing on the mark he’d left earlier.
“Got anything else in your bag, like a pair of satin lined handcuffs?”
“Maybe. How do you feel about being tied up?” she asked, leaning forward to slip the mask on him.
His pupils dilated, he cupped the back of her head and held her close to him. His minty breath brushed against her. “I’d rather tie you up.”
She knew that. He was the kind of man who’d have to be in charge. Her lips were suddenly dry and she licked them.
He leaned forward and traced the line she’d just left with his tongue. Arousal whipped through her body. Her breasts felt full, her nipples tight, and she was so aware that all she had to do was lean forward the tiniest bit and her breasts would brush his chest.
She was shocked at how quickly he’d turned the tables on her. She was the one blindfolding him but she sensed he held all the power. He held her in his thrall and she was helpless.
She bit his lower lip, sucking it into her mouth for a brief second before pushing back into her seat.
“I’m just teasing you. This mask is all I want you to put on for now.”
“Ah, baby, if I do this, you’re going to owe me.”
“Really? What will I owe you?” she asked.
“A dance.”
“A dance?”
“Yeah, a nice sexy dance with you in that red leather outfit. Deal?”
She tipped her head to the side to study him, but his words and that sexy tone of voice made her want to do it. “Deal.”
He took the black silk mask that she’d brought from Bêcheur d’Or. He slipped it on and leaned back in the leather seat.
The Lincoln Navigator was the same model that Shelby drove at home in Atlanta, so she was very comfortable behind the wheel. Her cell phone rang before she could pull back onto the highway. She glanced at the caller display. It was Paige, and for the first time since she and Paige had opened Bêcheur d’Or, she hesitated, not wanting to think about business tonight.
“I have to get this. Sit tight.”
“My pleasure.”
She answered it. “Hey, Paige. What’s up?”
“Nothing, just touching base to get your take on how the D.C. conference call went this morning.”
“I thought it went well. Can I phone you tomorrow to discuss it?”
“Why?”
“I’m kind of on a date.”
“A date? With Hayden?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, call me in the morning. I want details, and I don’t mean about D.C.”
She smiled to herself. “Will do.”
She hung up the phone and shifted the car into gear.
“Who was that?”