Claiming His Convenient Fiancée

Too fast again. He growled, pulling back.

She arched, reaching for him.

‘Not yet, Kitty,’ he said roughly. ‘I don’t feel like giving you that yet.’

But he was lying to her and to himself. He held her arms pinned above her head with one hand, and with his other he trailed his fingertips over her skin, feeling that silky smoothness and following the pattern of pretty freckles all the way down. She was so gorgeous, she tormented him. It would take nothing for her to come, and he knew it. But he wasn’t giving it to her. Which meant he wasn’t coming either.

Stalemate.

Kitty looked into his dark eyes, unable to stop herself arching up to him again. He was here, home, with her, but he was so controlled and so grim and so determined to have her total surrender. But she wanted his too. And she saw the flush in his cheeks, the sheen on his skin. She felt the barely leashed energy in his twitching muscles. The rapacious lust in his gaze only turned her on all the more, but no matter how she provoked him, he always had the last laugh. He always won. Suddenly she was angry—with herself for missing him so much, with him for always teasing and never telling the truth—with him for not acknowledging that this thing between them was...more.

Impulse burned. Before she thought better of it, she lashed out. ‘Do you honestly believe I’m thinking about you?’

The look he gave her then was filthy, fiery fury. He rapidly thrust away from her in a rough motion. She raised up onto her elbows, watching as he stripped out of his pants and jerkily sheathed his straining erection. His lack of finesse proved just how angry she’d made him. She closed her eyes and slumped back in heated agony and anticipation. She’d wanted this. Wanted him to be unleashed. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down until her lower legs dangled over the edge of the bed. She felt him step between her parted knees.

‘Open your eyes, Catriona,’ he demanded. ‘Open your eyes and look at me.’

He kissed the heart of her and she almost came on the spot. She cried out when he left her just before she could crash over the edge.

‘Open your eyes.’

This time she obeyed. Her heart thundered as excitement flooded her veins. He was standing over her, his muscles bunching, his body flushed. She ran her tongue along her dry lips.

‘Say my name,’ he said as he spread her thighs that little bit more with his broad hands and then bent to brace above her, one fist either side of her head.

‘Alejandro,’ she whispered, melting in the storm of arousal and need and anger.

‘Louder,’ he insisted. ‘Don’t stop saying it, or I’ll stop. Don’t stop looking at me.’

‘Egotistical maniac.’ She lifted her chin at the filthy look that flashed in his eyes.

‘I just want honesty. Be honest,’ he demanded.

He came down hard and thrust into her. One forceful movement.

‘Then I expect the same from you!’ she cried in his face as the exquisite sensation pushed her past her emotional limits. ‘Be honest with me.’ She clutched him close, utterly torn between happiness and frustration and the yearning for more from him. The need for everything. ‘You were jealous.’

‘I missed this,’ he shouted back, his control breaking and he thrust hard and fierce. Uncontrollably, he pumped into her over and over, his passion pushing them both across the bed. ‘Missed you,’ he corrected brokenly. ‘Missed you.’ He groaned in tortured surrender. ‘God, I missed you.’

‘Yes!’ she cried, her nails curling into his rigid muscles as she held him tightly.

She’d missed him too. So much. Now she wrapped around him, holding him closer than ever, feeling him there with her. So very there. Not just physically but in every way. She gazed into his eyes, swept away on the tide of emotion pouring out of him. Emotion that reflected her own—need, need, need.

The orgasm hit too quickly, too intensely. Everything shattered. It was easily the most beautiful experience of her life.

In the end she didn’t think she’d ever be able to move again. He was slumped over her, his breathing still ragged, emotion continuing to radiate from him. She stroked his hair back from his forehead. His skin was burning, his face was still flushed from the insane effort he’d unleashed on her. She blinked back the tears that had welled in her eyes then swallowed so she could find her voice.

‘I don’t know why you make me so mad that I say whatever pops into my head to aggravate you,’ she whispered, brushing her fingertips down the side of his face. ‘I’m sorry I was such a witch.’

‘I was not any better,’ he admitted, his voice oddly subdued as he shifted to lie beside her. ‘I’m sorry. I was...jealous.’

Peace settled within her as he admitted it and she smiled at him sleepily, her eyes closing.

But he didn’t smile back.

* * *

Alejandro jolted awake a few hours later. Trying to stay quiet, he mentally counted to regulate his breathing. She was fast asleep, burrowed into his side, and he didn’t want her to wake this time, not when his heart was racing, his skin was covered in a cold sweat and nausea roiled in his stomach.

He swallowed hard, his mind whirring as he tried to shut down the nightmare. He breathed slowly, hoping to calm himself. But he couldn’t help examining the emotions she’d so easily identified. Emotions he’d never felt before. He’d not let himself feel them before.

He’d turned away from any teen crush, going with the girls who’d wanted something else from him. Something simple. The more he’d had of those, the more there’d been. It had become easy. Just sex. Just pleasure. Nothing deeper.

But now insidious fear crawled just under his skin. Memories scalded, choking him. The malevolence, the neediness, echoed in his head.

‘You love him more than me.’

The demands. The obsession.

‘You’re not leaving. You’re never leaving.’

He hadn’t had these horror-soaked dreams in years. Hadn’t thought about the past in so long. He was fine. Happy. Healthy. Living a great, successful life. But in the last few weeks it had changed. Now it didn’t seem as great. Or as successful.

In those days while he’d been in New York, Kitty had been laughing, having fun. She hadn’t been missing him at all. Which should be fine. Just as it should be fine for her to spend time with Teddy. How could he be jealous of her brother? It wasn’t as if he was any kind of threat. Yet here he was, feeling jealous, fighting with her, wanting—what?

His feelings were out of control. He was out of control.

His worst nightmare had become reality.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

WHEN ALEJANDRO NEXT woke he discovered Kitty had already left the bed. He glanced at the time. It wasn’t that he’d slept in; it was that she’d got up appallingly early.

Why?

He pushed back the sheet and tried to swallow down the burn of regret that she wasn’t there for him to touch. It wasn’t anywhere near as easy. Hell, he was suddenly so needy.

He forced himself to shower and dress before going downstairs in search of her. She wasn’t in any of the bedrooms on the second floor, but he noticed how much she’d cleared and sorted. She was almost done. That was good. That had to be good.

He finally found her in the kitchen, working at the covered table with a soldering iron in hand, bent over an incredibly weird-looking object. ‘What are you doing?’

She glanced up, guilt flashing on her face even as she smiled. ‘I hope I didn’t wake you.’ She looked back at the mass of plastic, metal and wire she was working on. ‘I know I should be finishing those last few boxes, but I promised Teddy I’d get this done in time for their rehearsal later.’

He stepped closer to the table. ‘What is it?’

‘A prototype gamma-ray shield for an intergalactic army.’ A self-conscious giggle

escaped as she set the soldering iron down. ‘The next show at the theatre is a cowboy space opera.’

‘Of course it is.’ He leaned down to take a better look. ‘You made it from scratch?’

She nodded and he was aware of the anxious look in her eyes.

He took a moment to study it. Yet to be painted, she’d constructed it using who knew what and had included details that most likely wouldn’t be seen from the stage. It was a miniature work of art. ‘It’s amazing. Can I pick it up?’ When she nodded he lifted it. ‘It’s so detailed. And exactly what a shield should be like.’

She flushed at his tiny compliment, which both pleased and annoyed him. Why hadn’t her family complimented her more?

‘But not too heavy?’ she checked.

‘No.’ He carefully tested the weight. ‘It’s good.’

‘Hopefully, if they like it they’ll offer me more work. Paid, even.’ An excited smile lit up her face. ‘I can do it when I’ve finished here.’

When she left him? He stared, hating the feeling washing through him.

Her cheeks coloured slightly and she looked back to the shield as he carefully put it back down.

‘You should come and see Teddy’s play.’ Her words were rushed. ‘He’s actually pretty good.’

‘You’re very loyal to him.’ To the point of doing some breaking and entering even.

‘Of course. He’s my twin—I have to be his number one fan.’ She rolled her eyes as she laughed. ‘Don’t you have any brothers or sisters?’