Libby swallowed deep. She didn’t feel like a good girl. In fact, she didn’t want to be a good girl tonight. She wanted one special night to remember, and then everything would return to how it was.
‘How can I be a good girl when I’ve got such a very bad man in my room?’
Lucaj smiled as he brushed her lips with his.
Her whole body responded. His lips were so warm and firm, and he was so sure, so confident. She didn’t breathe. She couldn’t breathe – she couldn’t think straight. Lucaj kissing her was stunning, riveting, addictive; she never wanted it to end.
‘You can open your eyes now,’ he suggested with a smile in his voice.
She blushed furiously.
‘Blame the shoes,’ he advised.
‘Bad shoes,’ she murmured, but she blamed herself for the weakness of wanting Lucaj to kiss her, and Lucaj for making her feel naked when she was still fully clothed.
‘Maybe this is the real you,’ he suggested as he brushed Libby’s tempting lips again.
‘Oh, I don’t think so.’ Coming to her senses, she stepped back. ‘I was planning to have a quiet night in London. Maybe some room service –’
‘Shall I ring down for coffee? Or would you prefer something stronger? There seems to be a bar over there…’
She looked at him in surprise. ‘You’re not going.’
‘Unless you want me to.’
‘No, I’m just… surprised.’
He wanted to say to her, have some confidence, Libby. She was like a green shoot that had been shielded from the sun by a tree, but she’d stepped out of the shadows tonight, and he wanted her to stay out of those shadows. He’d spent his life surrounded by courtiers, braggarts and hangers on, so he had some idea of how good freedom felt, and the urge to take Libby to bed, to prove that she was the most beautiful woman in his world, was overwhelming him now.
So much for his good intentions where Libby Lancaster was concerned!
Chapter Five
‘What I don’t understand is – ’
‘Too much talking,’ he insisted softly. Caging her with his arms either side of her face and his fists planted against the wall, he brushed her lips again for the sheer pleasure of hearing her sigh.
‘I was going to say –’
‘What were you going to say?’ He repeated the action.
It took her a moment before her eyes cleared and then she frowned. ‘I don’t understand why you’re staying at the Chatsfield, when it mentions your Thames-side penthouse in that article?’
‘Ah, suspicions,’ he murmured, pulling back. ‘I wondered when they’d raise their ugly head.’
Angling his chin, he stared deep into her eyes and told her the truth. ‘The Chatsfield is my favourite hotel in the world. And as for why I stay here when I have a place in town?’ His mouth slanted with amusement. ‘I get to meet people like you?’
‘Uh-huh. Too smooth. ’ Libby shook her head. ‘I’m afraid I don’t believe you – especially where getting the chance to meet people is concerned. I’m sure you meet plenty of people in the course of your life.’
‘But not many I want to spend time with,’ he said honestly.
Libby didn’t disagree with this, and as her face was still upturned to his, he yielded to temptation again, and this time she softened against him as he teased his way into her mouth with his tongue.
‘Tell me the truth,’ she said softly a long while later, pulling back.
‘All right, I will. Redecoration…’
Deepening the kiss, he pressed her back against the wall. She was the perfect fit. She felt amazing.