lips compressed into a flat line. âThereâs no need. Really.â
He took his change and thanked the driver. âYes, there is.â
She inclined her head, accepting graciously, if a little reluctantly.
Feeling upbeat, he stepped out onto the road and circled around to meet Macy on the pavement. It was a good sign she didnât have roots here. She wouldnât have trouble moving back to the States with him.
He laid a hand on the small of her back as they walked into the foyer of her building. Besides the doorman who stood discreetly at the entrance, they were alone, and the sounds of their shoes on the marble floors echoed through the softly lit interior.
Their first date had gone well, all things considered. Now he just needed to garner an invitation to her apartment and outline his offer and its merits.
Three steps into the silent foyer, Macy turned on the marble floor and faced him. âI only have to go up that elevator. Youâve seen me home.â She moistened her lips and he couldnât have dragged his gaze away with a gun to his head. Her scent, something exotic, surrounded him.
She was so damn beautiful he had to replay her words in his head to get her meaning. Was it a good thing or bad that the woman he wanted to marry made his body overheat and frazzled his brain?
âInvite me up,â he said.
She shivered almost imperceptibly, but then arched one eyebrow, as if in control. âWhy would I do that?â
A slow smile spread across his face. Her veneer of control called to him, compelled him to move closer. He could see her writhing in his bed, in his arms, under him, all thoughts of control long gone.
His voice, when he found it, was rough. âThereâs something I want to talk to you about.â
Macy glanced at his mouth then met his eyes. âI donât think talkingâs what you have in mind.â
He reached and found her fingers with his, holding them at his side in the lightest of clasps. âSure, just because I want to talk doesnât mean Iâm not aching to touch you.â To kiss you. To taste you.
Her pupils dilated to almost cover her hazel irises but she didnât move.
He leaned over and brushed his lips lightly across hers, meaning it to be no more than a peck, a brief demonstration of his words. He began to pull away but he couldnât help gently touching her mouth again. Those lips had been on his mind for twelve hours straight. Just one more touchâ¦
Her mouth yielded, opened to him, and he needed no second invitation for something heâd been wanting to do since sheâd arrived at the bar. As he deepened the kiss, he moved forward, closing the distance but not pressing against herânot yetâthe bulk of his coat ensuring a respectable distance. Her tongue lightly touched his, a caress sweeter than heâd even imagined.
Drunk on her exotic scent, he lifted his hands to cup her face, finding her cheeks were like silk under his palms. He felt her hands on his shoulders, lightly, then more assured as they traveled an exquisite path to hisneck before her fingers tangled in his hair. He was lost. He movedâ
A flash went off, lighting up the room, and Ryder pulled back, blinking, scanning the area. Through the front glass wall, a lone photographer stood with a long lens zoom, still clicking and flashing rapidly. The doorman was already in action, racing to the photographer, and Ryder shoved Macy into an alcove where sheâd be more protected, then stormed to the door. By the time he reached the spot, the photographer was running down the street.
The paparazzi had found him.
Breathing choppy, he narrowed his eyes and watched the coward flee. Heâd managed to avoid them since landing in Australia. They targeted him every so often, but theyâd stepped up their assault since his fatherâs deathâon him, and his half brothers Seth and Jesse. Most of the time he ignored them and