Because I Could Not Resist (Because You Are Mine Part 2) Read Online Free PDF

didn’t flame. They both spoke in hushed tones. “Is that all right with you?”
    “It wasn’t at first. I want you so much, I’ve had to come to terms with your innocence, however,” he said. She lowered her lashes. “Are you
certain
you want to do this, Francesca?”
    “Just tell me one thing first.”
    “Anything.”
    “When you called earlier tonight . . . while I was in the car? You never said why you were calling.”
    “And you’d like to know?”
    She nodded.
    “I was here alone in the penthouse. I couldn’t work or concentrate.”
    “I thought you said you were going to be entertaining.”
    “I did say that. But when it came down to it, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. No one else would do.”
    She inhaled raggedly. It did something to her, to hear him be so honest.
    “That’s when I went into the studio and saw what you’d painted yesterday. It’s brilliant, Francesca. All of the sudden, I knew I had to see you.”
    She dipped her head farther to hide how much pleasure she felt at his words. “All right. I’m sure.”
    It was he who hesitated, but then he reached and twisted the knob. The door opened. He waved his hand and she entered the room cautiously. Ian touched a control panel and several lamps glowed with golden ambient light.
    It was a beautiful room—sedate, tasteful, luxurious. A couch and several chairs were arranged in a seating area before a fireplace immediately before her. A stunning flower arrangement of red calla lilies and orchids in an enormous Ming vase had been placed on a table behind the couch. Over the fireplace was an impressionist painting of a field of poppies; if she didn’t miss her guess, it was an original Monet.
Incredible
. Her gaze caught on the huge four-poster carved bed to the right decorated, like the rest of the room, in a rich brown, ivory, and dark red color scheme.
    “The lord of the manor’s private quarters,” she murmured, giving him a shaky smile.
    He waved at another paneled door. She followed him into a bathroom that was larger than her bedroom. He reached into a drawer and withdrew a folded garment wrapped in clear plastic. He set it on the counter.
    “Go ahead and shower and put on this robe. Only the robe. Leave all your other clothes. You’ll find everything you require in these two drawers. You smell like stale smoke and whiskey.”
    “I’m sorry you disapprove.”
    “I accept your apology.”
    Her temper flared again at his quick reply. A small smile tilted his mouth when he saw the return of her defiance. He’d obviously expected it.
    “You please me, Francesca. Beyond measure.”
    Her mouth fell open in surprise at the compliment. Would she ever learn to read him?
    “But you must learn to please me in the bedroom,” he said.
    “I do want to,” she said quietly, surprising herself by her candor.
    “Good. Then to start, I’d like you to shower and put on this robe. When you’ve finished, come out to the bedroom, and I’ll administer your punishment.”
    He started to walk out of the bathroom but paused. “Oh, and wash your hair, please. It ought to be a crime for all that glory to smell like an ashtray,” he muttered under his breath before he exited, closing the door behind him with a brisk click.
    She just stood there for a moment on the pristine marble tile floor. He thought her hair was glorious? She pleased him? How could he possibly be having thoughts like that about her? How could he kiss her until she thought she’d spontaneously combust and yet look at her at times like she was about as interesting as the paint on the wall?
    She showered thoroughly, enjoying the experience more than she’d thought she would. The glass-enclosed stall steamed up quickly, the tendrils of warm mist seeming to caress and kiss her naked skin. It was nice to lather up with Ian’s hand-milled English soap, cover herself in his clean, spicy scent. Fortunately, she’d shaved before she went out to McGill’s, so she didn’t