Présentation de l'éditeur
Raul Vega has never met a woman he couldn't do without. Until he meets Elaina Ruiz and knows she has to belong to him--even if it means waiting for her to grow up.
Elaina stood leaning slightly against the wall, feeling completely free and easy and enjoying the conversation around her and the slight buzz that half a glass of champagne had induced.
A small, happy smile on her face, she glanced across the room and her eyes tangled with the dark, intent stare of Raul Vega. Butterflies hit her stomach, and she actually felt her knees get weak. His gaze never left hers as he made his way across the room to where she was standing.She was held enthralled as she watched him approach and briefly acknowledge the people around her, before he simply reached out a hand to her and said, "Come."
Her blush deepening, she didn't think to refuse him and put her hand in his, murmuring, "Excuse me," to her circle of new friends.Turning back the way he came, he pulled her with him into the privacy of the study. He shut the door, leaned back against it and crossed his arms over his chest.
She turned in a half circle to face him, her heart beating triple time as he stood silently observing her. She couldn't stop the trembling in her fingers, and the champagne glass wobbled precariously.
His eyes narrowed in on it. "You think you should be drinking that?"
She already had enough alcohol running through her system on an empty stomach, and the effort it was taking to hold the liquid still in the glass suddenly seemed more than her nerves could handle. She reached over and set it down on a side table. "Probably not," she agreed mildly.
He spoke, his voice rough but controlled, "You know sweetheart, I get that you're young. Too young for me. But I think you're old enough to know what you're doing to me." The look he gave her was speculative, thoughtful. "Are you doing it on purpose?"
The question caught her off guard and her breath snarled in her throat. "No."
He continued as if she hadn't answered, his voice turning feral, "I don't think it's escaped your notice that I'm jealous of Trevor. And I think you're using it against me."
She expelled a shallow pant of air. His disclosure sent an intoxicating blend of heady power and beguiling need through her veins. Her denial came quickly, "No, I'm not. I--"
"You need to have mercy on me, baby," his tone turned slightly threatening, "before I snap."
He took a step away from the door and her voice unfroze. "I've told you before, I'm not interested in him that way. I'm not going to start something with him, he kissed me, yeah, but--"
He came to a halt, his expression changing to lines of fury, steel hitting his spine. "He kissed you?"
Elaina slammed her eyes closed as she realized what she had inadvertently revealed. Stupid. Her lashes came up slowly to find his eyes blazing down at her and his nostrils flaring. The blood slammed through her veins and heat stroked through her body. What was it about this man?
"He touched your lips?"
"Jesus Christ, Raul--"
His hands came up and gripped her forearms in a hold that restrained her. "That's not acceptable."