How To Seduce An Heiress. Heidi Betts

with white wine. Her appetite fled as she watched him in the flickering candlelight. Garrett had ensnared her heart. There was no way she could keep things light with him or hold to her resolution to avoid a relationship. He was important to her and he turned her insides out just looking at him.

      By ten, when Garrett asked her if she was ready to leave, she nodded.

      At her house, she invited Garrett inside.

      “You’ve had the tour, so would you like a drink—a cup of hot chocolate, soda?”

      “If you have iced tea, I’ll take that.”

      “Two iced teas it is,” she said, heading for the kitchen. She crossed the room to get out glasses.

      “Have a seat and I’ll get our drinks. We can go where it’s more comfortable.”

      Garrett moved closer and turned her to face him. “Sophia,” he said in a husky voice, and her heart skipped. He leaned down to kiss her while his arm held her waist tightly.

      The moment he touched her, her insides clenched and her pulse jumped. She hugged him tightly in return while her intentions to say no to making love vanished.

      Nothing seemed as important as kissing and loving him.

      “Now you’ll have to show me a bedroom,” he said, kissing her throat.

      “There’s one down the hall on this floor,” she said, taking his hand to lead him to the bedroom where he stood her on her feet as he continued kissing her. His hands moved deftly over zippers and buttons, and her skirt floated to her ankles where she stepped out of it.

      “This time we’re taking it nice and slow,” he said, taking time to shower kisses on her. He loved her with deliberation, trying to pleasure her and heighten desire every way he could until she was writhing beneath his touch, aching for him.

      “Garrett, come here,” she whispered, reaching for him.

      He slipped on a condom and lowered himself, slowly filling her, withdrawing and entering again while she arched beneath him.

      His loving was slow, a sweet torment that fanned the fires he had already ignited.

      He was beaded with sweat, trying to maintain control until finally he let go and loved furiously.

      She cried out as she climaxed and in seconds he shuddered with his release.

      Gradually her heartbeat returned to normal and her breathing grew quiet. They helped each other up and went to shower together, drying each other off only to return to bed. He pulled her into his embrace, holding her while he combed her hair with his fingers.

      “Garrett, I didn’t know it could be this way,” she confessed. “I couldn’t say no to you.”

      “I hope you never can,” he whispered, kissing her temple while he held her against his heart with his arms wrapped around her. “This is perfect, Sophia.”

      “You might as well stay tonight. There’s no reason not to.”

      “I’m glad to hear you say that. I’m surprised you asked me.”

      “I surprised myself, but it seems logical. And my bracelet is beautiful. Thank you again.”

      “Just remember our weekend together.”

      “I will always. There’s no way I can forget it.”

      He gazed into her eyes. “I hope you don’t. It was special to me.” He kissed her lightly. Though he’d told her many times before, his words thrilled her. She ran her hands over his shoulders, relishing being with him.

      At two in the morning, he partially sat up. “I’m ready now for that cup of hot chocolate you offered. Is it still in the offering?”

      “Of course. You have to wait a minute because I’m putting on a robe.”

      “That takes away the fun.”

      “Otherwise, we’ll never get to the hot chocolate.”

      “True enough.”

      She stood, wrapping herself in a comforter and going to get a robe. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

      He grinned and waved, his gaze roaming over her as if mentally peeling away the comforter.

      “You look gorgeous.”

      “It’s my beautiful gold bracelet,” she replied, holding out her arm and letting the bracelet catch glints of light. Smiling, she left to go upstairs and get her best robe, a black velvet robe with a silk lining. She brushed her hair and went down.

      When she entered the kitchen, Garrett already had mugs with steaming cocoa on the table. Dressed in his white shirt and slacks again, he gazed at her, then walked to meet her and place his hands on her waist. His white shirt was unbuttoned halfway and she wanted to run her fingers through the hair on his chest. He had turned the fancy French cuffs back and he looked sexy.

      “You look far too gorgeous for that to be called a bathrobe. And far too sexy for that to not be for the benefit of some man.”

      “You know absolutely there hasn’t been a man—until now. It’s my best warm and comfy bathrobe.”

      “I’m glad you said ‘until now’ and I hope it stays that way.”

      “Garrett, I’ve warned you about that from the beginning.”

      He leaned down to kiss her long and hard. Her heart raced as if it were the first time. She couldn’t get enough of him. Fighting an inner battle between what she wanted and what she thought she should do, she shifted away.

      “We’re going to drink hot chocolate, remember?” she said breathlessly, placing her hand against his chest.

      He still held her. “Sophia, you’re important to me.

      I know we haven’t known each other long, but that really doesn’t matter. You’re essential and I want you in my life.”

      While her heart drummed, his words held her enthralled. “Saturday night wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been very important to me.”

      “I’m glad. Don’t forget what I’ve said.”

      “Garrett, you’ve said that to me before. What am I missing?”

      “Before we sit to drink our hot chocolate, I want to talk to you and I hope you’ll listen to everything I have to say.”

      She looked at him and realized that whatever it was he was about to tell her, it wasn’t good. “What is it, Garrett? Go ahead and tell me what’s troubling you,” she said, puzzled, wondering what he wanted to talk about.

      “We’ve become friends, haven’t we?”

      “Yes, of course. But more than friends, Garrett. Lovers.”

      “Good. I want to keep it that way.”

      “What are you getting at?” she asked, growing chilled. What had he been keeping from her that might change her feelings for him? “What do you want to talk about?”

      “I want you to promise me you’ll listen and keep an open mind.”

      “I’ll listen and I’ll try to keep an open mind unless you’re going to tell me you’re married with a family,” she said stiffly. Suddenly, all her fears about rushing into intimacy with him came back to her. All her life she had been cautious, but she threw caution to the wind when Garrett came into her life. And she had a feeling she was about to find out that she’d made a terrible mistake.

      He shook his head. “Nothing like that.”

      Relief was slight because whatever he intended to tell her, it was serious. “I’ll try to keep an open mind,” she said, though she could already feel the walls closing down around her heart. “But I can’t make any promises.”