‘What about your sister? Did your dad have some grand plan for her too?’
‘Well, here’s the ironic thing—she loves farming. But she’s a girl.’
‘Don’t tell me girls can’t be farmers?’ Roxie caught on quick.
‘Never. No such thing as a lady farmer,’ he joked.
Roxie felt as bad for his sister as she had for Gabe. It was only circumstance that had held Roxie back from doing all she’d wanted to—her grandparents’ health, but they’d been supportive and caring in every other way possible. They’d always believed in her, in fact she’d downplayed her disappointment at having to stop dance lessons so as not to distress them. ‘That’s just crazy.’
‘Isn’t it?’ He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. A couple of drops still remained just below his lip. Roxie wanted to kiss them away.
‘So there was the guy wanting an heir to take over the place and he had one chomping at the bit and he couldn’t even see it,’ Gabe continued. ‘I told her to get out of there and do her thing and I’d back her up.’
Roxie felt a bit sorry for his mum now. Must have been hard having both her kids feeling as if they had to escape.
‘My sister, the natural-born farmer, did an agriculture degree. Won top honours of her year. You should have seen Dad at her graduation. So now they’re working together on the farms and everybody’s happy and the big bust-up is all in the past and done with.’
Was it? Roxie heard that slight edge in his voice and knew she was right—wounds like that left scars. ‘But it was worth it?’
‘No one was telling me what to do with my own life. I won’t be hemmed in,’ he said firmly. ‘And I guess it’s why I like working with the team, helping those guys achieve their ambition. Everybody should be free to chase their own dreams.’ He shot her a suddenly embarrassed look. ‘That’s really cheesy, isn’t it?’
‘No, it’s not,’ she said honestly. ‘Your sister must have liked having you in her corner.’
He laughed—full of self-mockery. ‘I was totally selfish. I just wanted to stay at med school and live it up in town. It was in my interest to see them sort it out. And now they can finally cope with my job because I get them VIP tickets to all the big games.’
‘But I’m guessing they could afford to buy their own tickets if they really wanted to, right?’
His expression completely sobered. ‘Yeah, there’s a lot of money. And I’m back in the will—am a shareholder in the estate. The Hollingsworth clan has finally landed in the twenty-first century. That’s the reason women say yes to me—they know the value of my surname.’
Roxie froze for a split second and then roared with laughter.
‘Gabe,’ she gasped when she could, wiping a tear from her eye and breathing deep to ease the stitch in her tummy. ‘That’s not why they say yes.’ She smiled up at him as her amusement threatened an uncontrollable return.
But he wasn’t smiling back. He was just watching her, a slight knot between his brows, as if some thought up in his brain was uncomfortable. His gaze dropped, zoomed in on her mouth. She knew exactly what he was thinking now. Only instead of acting on that urge, he turned away. The frown crease deepening on his forehead. Disappointed, she watched him walk towards the house. What, were they not going to tick an item off her list tonight? Well, that was disappointing—she’d been hanging out for it all day at work. Had she offended him somehow? How did she bring back the play in him?
‘Want to know one of my favourite things?’ she called, suddenly hit by inspiration.
He wheeled on the spot.
‘Wait there, I’ve got to get it.’ She raced up to her flat, fearing he’d go into the Treehouse and leave her all hot and bothered and alone.
But instead he followed her up the stairs. ‘Let me guess, champagne?’
‘No, this.’ She turned and brandished the bottle.
Maple syrup. Gabe looked at the label and whipped his head up to read her face. ‘Oh, my.’ Goosebumps smothered his skin. ‘What are you planning to—?’
‘You know already.’ She smiled that totally audacious smile.
He adjusted his stance because his body was rioting. And he just gave in to it. Anticipation blasted away the sting he’d felt from her saying she wasn’t going to go stalker on him. Why it had kicked he didn’t know, and why would he fight the vision of seduction in front of him now? He didn’t have to fight it any more; they wanted the same thing—nothing but fun frolics for a few weeks …
She paused from unscrewing the lid of the bottle. The amusement flashing in her eyes undermined the innocence of her smile. ‘I thought you liked spontaneity.’
‘I do,’ he muttered, suddenly breathless.
Mere minutes later Gabe was flat on his back on the floor and wondering if he was about to have a cardiac arrest. It sure as hell felt like it. ‘Where did you learn to do that?’ he gasped.
‘A magazine, where else?’ She sat up, her hair tumbling down her back, her cheeks rosy, her lips still slick from the syrup she’d licked and sucked from him. ‘The article said it would send you cross-eyed. Did it work?’
Well, his head was spinning and his heart reeling. And seeing her look like the ultimate hedonistic nymph, he had to screw his eyes shut tight again.
‘Long live women’s magazines,’ he muttered fervently. Another realisation dawned as he absorbed her words. ‘Was that your first time?’
‘Mmm hmm.’ She sounded very pleased with herself.
He sat up in a hurry, fully focused on her now. She’d never gone down on a guy before and she did it like that? Such a natural it was unnatural. As she licked her lips he took her by surprise and pushed her back, settling his body over hers so she couldn’t escape. It truly was sick how much he liked having her beneath him. He tugged down her shorts, then slid so his face was where they’d just been. His hands held her wrists to her sides and he looked up her belly and between her breasts to her very wide blue eyes.
‘What about the situation in reverse?’ He brushed the lightest kiss across her upper thigh. ‘Has anyone ever done this to you?’
It took her a moment, then she slowly shook her head.
His instincts burned. ‘I thought you said your virginity was a mere technicality, that you were no novice. But you haven’t even had oral sex?’ Hell, that was the thing lots of teen technical virgins did, right? How they got off without going all the way.
Her flush deepened. She shook her head again.
He paused, too late to go back now—and now he needed to know it all. ‘So why me?’
‘You know what you’re doing?’ she answered in a small, uncertain voice.
He figured that was a partially honest answer, he looked at her steadily waiting for more. Hoping there was more.
‘And I think you’re very nice,’ she added in an even smaller voice. ‘I’m very attracted to you and I trust you to do what I need you to do. All I need you to do.’
He watched more closely. ‘Why do you trust me?’
‘Because you already have.’
Done what she’d needed? Shown her a good time in bed and let her keep it so casual they didn’t even spend ten minutes together out of the sack?
All of a sudden it wasn’t enough.
‘Tell me about the boyfriend,’ he prompted. ‘Did he even exist?’
‘Yes, he did,’ she answered. ‘We dated for a few months.’
‘A few months?
’ Gabe was amazed. How on earth had she stopped herself from shagging him? She was insatiable. And curious. And determined. ‘He’d taken a celibacy vow?’
‘No.’ She pulled a wrist free and mock-slapped him. ‘There just wasn’t the opportunity.’
‘You could have found an opportunity.’ She so could have.
‘I didn’t want to.’
And that was the answer he’d been seeking. Yeah, contrary to his keep-it-casual intentions, it pleased him no end that she was hot for him in a way she’d not been hot for anyone else. But he wanted her to appreciate some of his other skills too. Oh, he did not want this to become some sordid, nothing but sex-travaganza. There were other things he wanted—like a little more of her respect, to soothe that little chunk she’d taken out of him.
Yeah, his ex-non-accidental-virgin was about to get a little more than she’d bargained for.
CHAPTER NINE
ROXIE sent him packing, using her minuscule shower as her excuse. Truly, she’d just needed to breathe. No, she hadn’t slept with Jake, because Jake had never turned her on to the point that she was a writhing, panting, incoherent mess of sensation—as she’d just been on her cold, hard floor. She couldn’t believe she’d let Gabe do all that boundary-breaking intimate stuff. Or that she’d done it to him first. Or that she’d liked it so much she was hot again already. But she was hanging onto this newfound audacity. This was fun—so long as she could keep it all within her control. And her flight instinct told her that meant maintaining some distance.
She pulled on some clothes and realised she was hungry for food. She snuck down the stairs to get some greens to add to her dinner. He was on the deck, sticking his knife into a giant steak. Masses of potatoes encircled it. He was clearly both carbo-loading and replenishing muscle. That would be useful—later—when she was ready to deal with him some more.
Gabe swallowed a smile at the dirty look she gave his dinner, but she said nothing. It amused him that she’d had no idea of what his name meant. It really was the reason so many of those dancers had set their sights on him rather than a rugby boy. His name—and family—was synonymous with farming wealth. So she was wrong about the sex-stud thing, and there were a few more things it wouldn’t do her any harm to learn about him. Except she didn’t seem to be interested in doing anything with him but the salacious. But he planned to change that.