Page 20 of Pandora's Pleasure

All logic had left me, and what remained was confusion at this lingering arousal—this man was dangerously erotic.

“Kiss me,” I pleaded.

With seeming curiosity, he studied me and then relented and leaned in, his lips close. This was what I had yearned for…his mouth ravishing mine and giving me the affection I’d craved.

I felt his breath on my face and his mouth was almost touching mine when we heard the sound of chopper blades slashing through the quiet of the night. A helicopter was landing, the invasion destroying the special moment between us.

Damien got up off the bed and strolled over to the window.

I raised my head off the pillow. “Who is it?”

He moved back to the bed and freed me from the red silken ties.

“Stay here.” He left the bedroom.

Rising from the bed, my thighs sticky, I tugged down my gown and padded barefoot over to the window, making sure my bodice covered my breasts.

Peeking out, I focused on the helicopter that had just landed on the front lawn. Damien hadn’t mentioned that anyone would be joining us.

A man leaned low as he ran away from the chopper, but then straightened, standing tall as he approached the house. He was extraordinarily good-looking with aristocratic dark features that made him look like he’d materialized from a different century.

I knew him.

We’d never been formally introduced but I’d seen Theo Tamer at political functions, watching the dashing political strategist from afar. The thirty-something man who worked for Senator Gregor Godman had always been courteous to my father.

My shoulders slumped with the disappointing thought I might have to spend the rest of the evening talking about the campaign.

Theo was dressed in a black tuxedo, having attended the same event as us earlier.

Perhaps an introduction to me would soften the harshness of his expression, cause him to smile.

I traced him in the glass. And then my stomach clenched in panic.

He was looking up, transfixed on me.

His expression was one of intrigue at first, and then it morphed into something that looked an awful lot like contempt. He snapped his attention away and headed into the house.

I left the window and sat back down on the bed, waiting for Damien to return. I was reluctant to be beckoned to join them—for the evening to turn sour. This visitor had ruined what was meant to be our private time.

Half an hour went by, though it could have been longer. I had lain down and curled up into a ball, my body responding to Damien’s touch as though it still echoed with rippling pleasure, hips rocking as I yearned for more.

I sat up quickly when I heard footfalls on the stairs.

Damien appeared in the doorway.

I pushed up. “Is he staying?”

“I’m taking you home.”

“Back to your place?”

“No, your parents’ house.”

I climbed off the bed and slipped into my high heels, all the while trying to read his expression. “What happened?”

“I’m needed back in the city.” He paused in the doorway and his eyes flashed over the bed.

“I thought we were staying all weekend.” Hugging my chest, I willed myself not to glance back at the bed where all of those delectable sensations had flowed. A thrum still rippled through me.