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She shivered, the summer air chilling.
‘Roman, why are you behaving like this?’ she asked. Unsure now. And a little scared.
‘You want to know what you really love?’ The question sounded cynical, but then he cupped her cheek. She leaned instinctively into the caress, his touch possessive and addictive as his thumb stroked her lips. He pressed her back against the trellis, until she sank into the flowers, her body softening for him, yearning for his touch.
‘This is what you love, Milly,’ he murmured, the tone still harsh, but his touch, so right, so seductive, so perfect.
Cradling her head with one hand, he tilted her face up to suckle the sensitive pulse in her neck. The tsunami of sensation built instantly, uncontrollably, as he dragged up her dresswith the other hand, then pressed his palm to her panties, and slipped clever fingers under the waistband.
‘So wet for me, aren’t you, Milly?’ he murmured, still kissing and caressing her, knowing just how to touch her to provoke her response, and make her desperate for more.
Moisture flooded his hand as she bucked against his hold, and he worked the slick, swollen nub with ruthless efficiency.
‘Why don’t you show me how much you love me, Milly?’ he whispered, his voice demanding, and unforgiving.
She rode his hand, panting, sobbing, unable to hold back, even if she’d wanted to. But she didn’t want to. This was who they were. This was what they did best. And she loved him for this, too.
‘Come for me. Like always,’ he demanded.
The climax slammed into her. But as she shuddered through the last of the pleasure he eased his hand out of her panties and let her go.
She stood shaking, her knees trembling and her mind in disarray, the sound of his helicopter approaching becoming as loud as the punch of her heartbeat.
He sucked his fingers. ‘Sweet, as always,’ he said, the strain in his voice unmistakeable.
But as she reached for him, to cradle the thick ridge she could see in his suit trousers, to make him shatter too, he grasped her wrist and dragged her hand away. ‘Don’t.’
‘Why...? Wh-why not?’ she asked, feeling exposed and raw again—and scared, the fear so huge it was choking her.
‘Don’t you get it? That’s all we ever had, Milly. You don’t love me...you just love the sex.’ She thought she heard regret in his voice, but even as she tried to hold onto it his expression became distant and intractable.
She felt the chill right down to her bones when he shouted over the deafening hum of the helicopter landing. ‘It was nice while it lasted, sweetheart. But all good things come to an end.’
He marched past her, heading through the garden exit towards the heliport. And she let him go. The desire to be seen, to be loved in return, morphed into the hideous kiss of pain. And humiliation, his intoxicating touch still reverberating in her sex.
She steeled herself against the brutal yearning, and wrapped her arms around her waist, to hold back the agony of loss as he disappeared through the gate.
But the tears streaked down her face regardless because, this time, the rejection hurt so much more.
As she watched the big bird lift into the sunset with a deafening roar, flattening the dress against her too sensitive skin, the sadness and emptiness swept through her on another wave of pain. And the questions that had battered her as a rebellious teenager shattered her all over again.
Why was she not enough? Why was sheneverenough?
She had opened her heart to Roman Garner. And he was wrong, shehadfallen in love with him. This wasn’t just about sex, not for her. But he’d thrown her love back in her face.
Silent sobs wracked her body as she finally acknowledged the brutal reality.
Lacey had been right all along. Romanhadbeen using her.
She had thrown herself at him, like a fool. But he hadn’t wanted her love, hadn’t really respected or cared for her. The connection she’d convinced herself they shared had all been in her head. All he’d wanted was the sex, and the chance to confront Brandon in his own home.
He was a ruthless, cynical man. Probably because he’d had to be, from a very young age. But while she felt so muchcompassion for the boy, she had to cauterise her feelings for the man.
Because she knew now, he would never have been able to love her back. Nor did he want to. Not at all.
CHAPTER TEN
One week later
