hurt, or that you didn’t dent my pride because you did both. I can’t promise a relationship between us will be smooth sailing, but I can promise to love you for as long as I live.” He spoke in a low, soothing tone. “I’m not going to pressure you, Sandy, but I need you to know I still want to pursue a relationship with you. Where we go from here, though, is your decision.”
For several seconds, the only sound between them was their breathing. The only scents, her perfume, and Cameron’s sexy masculine fragrance.
The longer Sandy mulled over the thought of a serious relationship with Cameron, the more nervous she became. “Just give me a little more time to get used to the idea, okay?”
“Take as long as you need.”
“What if I take months to decide?”
“Then so be it. I’m prepared to wait for you to get used to the knowledge that I love you, Sandy. But I’m not going back to the games we played before the ball.” He hooked a forefinger beneath her chin, tilting her face up so he had an unhindered view of her eyes. “Understand?”
Cameron masterful was a side she could like a lot. She nodded, and smiled up at him as her heart did a happy dance. He still wanted her!
“Understood.”
His gaze dropped to her mouth, he slid the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip, his gaze growing dark, glittery.
At the first indication that he was going to kiss her, Sandy’s heart skidded then tripped. Her eyes drifted shut in anticipation of his lips meeting hers, but the kiss didn’t materialise.
She opened her eyes to find Cameron staring down at her with regret.
He released her and stepped out of her personal space. “Will you have dinner with me tonight? There’s something I need to share with you.”
Still reeling from the unfulfilled expectation of Cameron’s kiss, she could only nod. “What time? Where?”
“Seven.” He cleared the husk from his voice. “I’ll pick you up.”
He opened the door to let her leave.
Sandy paused inside the doorway, so close to him his naked bicep touched her shoulder. “Cameron, why—?”
“Didn’t I kiss you when I know you can sense how much I want to?”
Not wanted to, but want to. She took small relief in the word. Cam still wanted to kiss her. Even now, she could see the desire darkening his eyes to cobalt, yet he held back. Why?
“I won’t deny it; I’m dying to kiss you again. But there’s something I must tell you first, and I need some time to prepare.”
She started to suspect she wasn’t going to like whatever it was he wanted to share with her. For that reason, she was more than happy to put off finding out. However, she knew whatever it was he had to tell her she’d be able to handle it. Armed with Cam’s love she felt ready to take on the world.
“Seven o’clock would be fine.” She brushed past him, liking his sharp indrawn breath when she paused for a moment to kiss his cheek. Then without another word, left him standing in the doorway.
9
S andy had expected Cameron to pick her up in his sports car. The misgivings had started when a chauffeur turned up instead. Now she sat in the same Limo she’d driven in with Jamie and Daniel on the night of the ball, pulling up in front of the same palatial residence.
After their talk earlier, she knew Cameron was serious about her, and the longer she considered a relationship with him the more relaxed she became with the notion. What she needed to discover was whether she could look beyond his outer packaging as he’d suggested. Or did she have him so stereotyped as a man like her father she wouldn’t be able to find the faith to release her fears, and accept Cameron for himself.
If she loved Cam as much as she believed she did she’d have to risk it, or break his heart in her endeavour to preserve hers.
The chauffeur opened the door for her, offered his hand in assistance. As she accepted his help, Sandy’s gaze took in the beautiful grounds again. She envied the people who
For several seconds, the only sound between them was their breathing. The only scents, her perfume, and Cameron’s sexy masculine fragrance.
The longer Sandy mulled over the thought of a serious relationship with Cameron, the more nervous she became. “Just give me a little more time to get used to the idea, okay?”
“Take as long as you need.”
“What if I take months to decide?”
“Then so be it. I’m prepared to wait for you to get used to the knowledge that I love you, Sandy. But I’m not going back to the games we played before the ball.” He hooked a forefinger beneath her chin, tilting her face up so he had an unhindered view of her eyes. “Understand?”
Cameron masterful was a side she could like a lot. She nodded, and smiled up at him as her heart did a happy dance. He still wanted her!
“Understood.”
His gaze dropped to her mouth, he slid the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip, his gaze growing dark, glittery.
At the first indication that he was going to kiss her, Sandy’s heart skidded then tripped. Her eyes drifted shut in anticipation of his lips meeting hers, but the kiss didn’t materialise.
She opened her eyes to find Cameron staring down at her with regret.
He released her and stepped out of her personal space. “Will you have dinner with me tonight? There’s something I need to share with you.”
Still reeling from the unfulfilled expectation of Cameron’s kiss, she could only nod. “What time? Where?”
“Seven.” He cleared the husk from his voice. “I’ll pick you up.”
He opened the door to let her leave.
Sandy paused inside the doorway, so close to him his naked bicep touched her shoulder. “Cameron, why—?”
“Didn’t I kiss you when I know you can sense how much I want to?”
Not wanted to, but want to. She took small relief in the word. Cam still wanted to kiss her. Even now, she could see the desire darkening his eyes to cobalt, yet he held back. Why?
“I won’t deny it; I’m dying to kiss you again. But there’s something I must tell you first, and I need some time to prepare.”
She started to suspect she wasn’t going to like whatever it was he wanted to share with her. For that reason, she was more than happy to put off finding out. However, she knew whatever it was he had to tell her she’d be able to handle it. Armed with Cam’s love she felt ready to take on the world.
“Seven o’clock would be fine.” She brushed past him, liking his sharp indrawn breath when she paused for a moment to kiss his cheek. Then without another word, left him standing in the doorway.
9
S andy had expected Cameron to pick her up in his sports car. The misgivings had started when a chauffeur turned up instead. Now she sat in the same Limo she’d driven in with Jamie and Daniel on the night of the ball, pulling up in front of the same palatial residence.
After their talk earlier, she knew Cameron was serious about her, and the longer she considered a relationship with him the more relaxed she became with the notion. What she needed to discover was whether she could look beyond his outer packaging as he’d suggested. Or did she have him so stereotyped as a man like her father she wouldn’t be able to find the faith to release her fears, and accept Cameron for himself.
If she loved Cam as much as she believed she did she’d have to risk it, or break his heart in her endeavour to preserve hers.
The chauffeur opened the door for her, offered his hand in assistance. As she accepted his help, Sandy’s gaze took in the beautiful grounds again. She envied the people who
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