Millionaire Magnates: Taming the Texas Tycoon. Brenda Jackson
laughed again, and Kate relaxed for the first time all day, feeling safe in the presence of her friend. Becca was the one person who she knew loved her no matter what. She didn’t care if Kate was fat or wore ugly clothes—Becca liked her anyway.
“That’s not surprising, you’re a very attractive woman.”
“Yeah, right. You’re my friend, you have to say that,” Kate said. “One thing that was shocking was Lance. He didn’t like me flirting with Marcus.”
“Too bad,” Becca said. “Lance Brody had his chance with you and he let it slip by.”
“Maybe I regret that, Becca.”
“Good,” Becca said. “It’s about time you realized that, Lance.”
Kate flushed with embarrassment as Lance stepped up behind them.
“Yes, it is,” Lance said.
Lance joined the women and they went to the main BBQ area. They chatted while the band played, and Becca got up to dance. Kate glanced at Lance. She felt like she wanted to dance, too, but knew they couldn’t—not while he was engaged to Lexi.
“I have something I want to show you,” Lance said, and led her away from the crowd.
“The perfect spot to watch the fireworks.”
“Where would that be?”
“In my arms.”
She stopped. “Don’t say anything you don’t mean, Lance.”
“I’m not.”
“What about Lexi? How is she, by the way?” Kate asked. What she’d seen of the Senator’s daughter had been brief, but she bore the woman no ill will.
“Fine. She went back to her hotel to get some rest.”
“That’s good,” Kate said. “I can’t do this—have an affair with a man who belongs to another woman.”
Lance cupped her face in his hands. “Today cemented for me the fact that I need you, Kate. I’m sorry I didn’t wake up earlier to the fact that you are an incredible woman.”
Kate steeled her heart against just believing his words. “What changed your mind?”
“Seeing your hot body,” he said.
“That’s not flattering,” she said.
“Yes, it is. And it’s the truth. I’m not going to lie to you and try to make you believe that I had some kind of emotional realization when you said you were going to quit. It was really when I got a look at you… I realized that you had everything I wanted.”
“Lance—”
“What? Would you prefer I made up lies and told you stories? You know I’m not that kind of guy. I’m also not the kind of man who lets something he wants slip through his fingers. And I want you, Kate.”
His raw language got to her as little else could. She’d long wanted Lance and hearing him tell her that he felt the same… it was a powerful aphrodisiac.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. There was a lot of passion in his kiss and she stopped trying to think this through, stopped trying to make her attraction to Lance go away. The thought that maybe this was the only way to free herself entered her mind.
But she knew she was only placating herself. She wanted Lance Brody and now that he had his arms around her, she wasn’t going to walk away. Not until she had the chance to experience what it was really like to be his woman.
That was the one thing she’d wanted since her very first day at Brody Oil and Gas. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and went up on tiptoe to bring her body more fully into contact with his.
He slid his tongue over hers and she tangled her fingers in the silky hair at the back of his neck. As she ran her fingers through it, she felt everything inside of her clench.
She was in Lance’s arms!
Lance had no real plan of seduction. He just wanted to kiss Kate because it seemed a sacrilege not to. This was the Fourth of July and he was a red-blooded male, a Texan who’d learned the hard way that you had to fight for what you wanted.
And he wanted Kate Thornton. He lifted her into his arms and stepped off the lighted path. He walked up to his house with patriotic music blaring in the background and fireworks going off all around them.
Kate rested her head on his shoulder and held on to him with a strong grip. He knew that the attraction between them was mutual but until this moment hadn’t realized just how much that would mean to him.
He just wanted to know what she’d be like in his bed. To know if the woman he couldn’t live without in his work life would also be as important to his personal life. His gut said yes.
“You look fierce,” she said.
“Do I?”
She nodded. “Are you sure about this?”
“Hell yes,” he said, reaching down to open the door to the living room. He walked up the stairs to his bedroom without pausing to turn on a light.
“I’m not,” she said.
The shyness in her voice stopped him. He couldn’t force himself on her. He never wanted passion between them to be all about him. He knew Kate well enough, had observed the changes in her and knew she had doubts about herself.
And he wanted to show her that he loved her as she was… well, loved her body, he corrected.
“I’m not rushing you, Kate,” Lance said. He set her on her feet and led her out onto his private balcony, gesturing to one of the lounge chairs that faced the east and the fireworks.
“How about a red-hot and boom?”
She shook her head. “I had one last year and think I still might be a little drunk from it.”
He laughed. It was then that he realized he was nervous. He knew his way around an oil field and a boardroom but a woman—one who mattered to him—that was an entirely different subject. And Kate had somehow become this woman who mattered to him.
“Champagne?” he asked.
“I’m good,” she said.
“Still nervous?”
“A little. You know, I’ve been wanting to be here with you… like this… for longer than I can remember,” she said.
“Is it what you imagined?”
She shook her head, those long silky curls of hers brushing against her collar.
“What can I do to make it better?” he asked. He sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulder. She was practically a little bird now with tiny arms and shoulders. He hugged her close. “Why’d you lose weight?”
She shrugged and looked away.
“Sorry, was that too personal?”
She started to nod and then turned to pin him with her dark-chocolate stare. “I had to. It wasn’t healthy for me and I was tired of being invisible.”
“You weren’t completely,” he said.
“Yes, I was. Or you would have invited me up here a lot sooner,” she said, standing up.
She paced over to the railing and leaned back against it, facing him.
“Does it bother you that I didn’t?”
“Of course. But not for the reasons you think. It bothers me because I have wasted so many years of my life.”
“You’re not old, Kate,” he said.
“I’m old enough. And it took your engagement to another woman to snap me out of the trance I’ve been in.”