“And when is that?”
“A week from today. I know Kayla sent you an invitation.”
“I get a lot of emails.”
“You weren’t planning to come.” She sounded baffled, as if she couldn’t understand how a person with his heritage wouldn’t want to spend every spare minute here. And he was used to that. He didn’t expect her to understand.
“I was going to check my schedule.”
The night air was still and quiet, the only sound the occasional call of an owl or a soft splash as a bird skimmed the surface of the lake.
“Whatever he said to you, however he acted, I know your grandfather would have been pleased and relieved to see you there tonight.”
Pleased?
Sean bent to pick up a stone, wondering how he was supposed to answer that. He could ignore the question, or he could just be honest. In the end he chose an answer halfway between the two. “Grams was relieved I was there.”
If Élise noticed the omission she didn’t comment. “Where are you staying tonight?”
Pushing away the past, he turned. “Is that an invitation?”
“No. Will you stay with your mother?”
“She already has Jess staying. It’s simpler for everyone, at least while Gramps is still in the hospital and Tyler is coming and going.” He sent the stone spinning across the water and it bounced, skimmed and vanished into the darkness. “I’ll use Jackson’s spare room.”
“The whole family will feel much better having you here, even if it’s only a night or two.”
“And how will you feel?”
Her gaze skidded to his. “Of course, I am pleased, too. It is a very great stress having someone you love in the hospital and I love Walter.”
“That wasn’t what I was asking you.” He’d often wondered. Wondered whether she thought of it. Thought of him. The fact that the night had held no emotional significance hadn’t stopped it being unforgettable.
“I don’t have a problem with you being here.” Her voice was husky in the darkness. “It isn’t awkward, if that’s what you’re asking me. But it must be a great pressure for you. You need to make sure you think of yourself, too.”
“That’s good advice.” Taking it, he slid his hand behind her head and brought his mouth down on hers in a hard, demanding kiss that stirred up a raw hunger. A kaleidoscope of emotions ripped through him but the prime one was need. It spread through him, not slowly, but like wildfire burning everything in sight. Gripped by it, Sean powered her back against the railing and trapped her there.
Last time, she’d started it.
Now it was his turn.
He felt the softness of her body pressing through the thin fabric of his shirt, the erotic slide of her tongue against his, and desire escalated to a dangerous blaze. Her arms went around his neck and she purred deep in her throat like a thoroughly contented kitten.
His brain blurred.
No other woman had made him feel like this. No other woman had stirred this intense, desperate hunger that wiped all thoughts from his head.
Maybe it was because she didn’t want anything from him but this, and knowing that meant he could relax and give in to it.
Rock-hard, he felt her tug his shirt out of his trousers and slide her hands over his skin, greedy to touch him. And he was equally greedy to touch her. His fingers were on her buttons, loosening them, giving him access to the smooth creamy skin revealed by the lace of her bra.
His body craved hers. It was a visceral, physical need that drove all thought from his brain.
And then she stilled, placed her hands on his chest and drew her mouth away from his.
Sensing the change in her he stopped himself from dragging her back. “What’s wrong?”
“We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s been a tough day. Our judgment is impaired.”