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The Prince's Ultimate Deception (Monte Carlo Affairs #2) Page 6
Author: Emilie Rose

Last night after dinner with Candace at the world-renowned Hôtel Hermitage she’d returned to the suite and found a message from Damon telling her he had arranged a sailboat for the weekend. He’d found a place for them to be alone. Her mouth dried, her palms moistened and her pulse bounded like a jackrabbit. She felt wild, reckless and free. A first for her.

“Maybe Damon will sweep you off your feet, and we’ll have a double wedding in three weeks,” Candace interrupted Madeline’s illicit thoughts.

Madeline groaned. “Don’t start your matchmaking here. It’s bad enough that I suffer through your blind date matchups at home. Besides, I’d never be stupid enough to marry a guy I’d known such a short time.”

She hitched her purse over her shoulder and opened the door, hoping Candace would leave the topic behind in the dressing room of the chic boutique.

Candace followed her out. “That’s just it. When you love someone you don’t want to wait. The only reason I waited to marry Vincent was because he insisted on being able to put the wedding ring on my finger himself. The day he reached that point in his physical therapy we set the date.”

Which reminded Madeline of the crazy year her friend had had. Vincent had been severely burned along the right side of his body just over a year ago in a freak pit accident at the local race track. Madeline had treated him in the E.R. when he’d first arrived at the hospital and then Candace had been his nurse throughout his months-long stay in the burn unit. Before he’d been released the two had fallen head over heels in love.

Madeline had to give Vincent credit. He’d tried to convince Candace she deserved a man who wouldn’t be scarred for life, but Candace didn’t care about his scars. Love truly was blind.

A fact you know all too well. Candace handed her credit card to the clerk and then turned back to Madeline. “The fact that you dated Mike for almost a year before you became engaged and you didn’t push him to set a date for six years tells me you weren’t in a rush to tie yourself to him till death do you part.”

Good point. She hated it when others saw something that should have been obvious to her. “When did you become a shrink? I thought you were a nurse.”

Candace shrugged. “Nurse. Shrink. Most days they’re one and the same in the burn unit. But I don’t need to be a psychiatrist to know that Mike didn’t treat you well. You deserve a guy who will, Madeline.”

“I’m strictly a love ’em and leave ’em gal from now on.”

“That’s a knee-jerk reaction to the dickhead’s lies. You’ll get over it, Ms. Monogamy. You’re the one whose only lover was a man you thought you were going to marry.”

Madeline’s cheeks flashed hot. She glanced at the couturière. If the woman understood English—and most people in Monaco did apparently—she gave no sign of being interested in their exchange.

Having older parents meant Madeline’s values were from a bygone era, and she’d waited to fall in love before falling into bed. But that was because her father had been a tough, no-nonsense vice squad detective with a habit of scaring off his teenage daughter’s potential suitors and later she’d been too busy with school and a part-time job to have the energy to date.

But she had every intention of sowing the wild oats she’d been hoarding—starting with Damon Rossi. “My inexperience is a circumstance I intend to remedy as soon as possible.”

“I still think there’s more to your instant attraction to Damon than lust. I’ve never known you to get gaga so fast.”

Madeline didn’t reply until the shop door closed behind them. She faced her friend on the sunny sidewalk lined with designer shops and wrought iron lampposts. “Candace, I’m not gaga. I’m horny. And that’s all it is. I have a two-year itch to scratch. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

“Right. It took you ten months to sleep with Mike. You wanted to jump Damon after ten minutes. Listen to your subconscious, Madeline. It’s trying to tell you something.”

“You’re wrong. Completely. Totally. Unequivocally wrong. And I’ll prove it. Just watch.”

She’d live it up in Monaco and then leave in three weeks’ time with her sexual urges satisfied and her heart intact. This had to be a mistake.

Madeline stopped on a long stretch of sunbaked dock in the Port de Monaco. Over a hundred boats bobbed and swayed around her in neat rows, and because it was Saturday, a number of other boaters were out and about, chatting in a musical chorus of foreign languages. The boats in this line were big. None resembled the small craft she’d expected Damon to rent. She double-checked the slip number on the note the hotel desk attendant had given her. Whoever had taken the message must have misunderstood.

No problem. She slung the strap of her beach bag over her shoulder and started walking. She’d check out slip one-eighteen just in case there was a smaller sailboat tucked behind the big ones. If there wasn’t, she’d return to the hotel and wait for Damon to call with the correct instructions. Surely he’d guess something had gone awry when she didn’t arrive on time?

Sun warmed her skin. Boat parts clanged and creaked beside her and birds cried overhead. A breeze teased tendrils from her braid and molded her skirt and cropped sleeveless top to her body. She’d only made it past a half-dozen yachts when a familiar dark-haired figure in white pants, a loose white shirt and sunglasses stepped onto the planks from a boat about five car lengths long. Her heart and steps faltered. The hotel hadn’t made a mistake. Damon had rented a boat with a cabin. Make that a yacht with a cabin.

And because Candace didn’t have a morning meeting tomorrow, Madeline was free to spend the night if she chose. She moved forward, one step at a time. Her lungs labored as if she’d sprinted from the hotel instead of ridden in the cushy hired car Damon had arranged for her. She’d never had a wildly passionate no-strings-attached affair, but if she boarded the boat, there would be no turning back.

This is what you wanted. Maybe so, but that didn’t keep her from being nervous. The distance between them seemed to stretch endlessly.

Damon didn’t smile, didn’t move toward her. Hands by his side and legs braced slightly apart, he waited, looking as if he belonged at a yacht club. But then she supposed a good tour guide should fit into his surroundings. He’d said he enjoyed water sports so he probably had the sea legs to handle a gently undulating dock and a boat that probably cost more than her condo.

She reached his side, shoved her sunglasses up onto her head and waited, poised on a knife edge between tension and anticipation. Her reflection in his dark lenses looked back at her, and his cedar and sage scent teased her nose.

She bit her lip and eyed the yacht. “I’m going to hate billing Vincent for this rental. I’ll cover it. If I can afford it.”

“The boat is borrowed. There is no charge.” Damon took her bag. Their fingers touched and sparks swirled up her arm and settled in a smoldering pile in her stomach. His palm spread across the base of her spine, upping her body temperature by what felt like a dozen degrees. “Come aboard, Madeline.”

Still, she balked. “It’s only fair to warn you that I’ve never been on a sailboat. I don’t know the bow from the stern.”

A hint of a smile flickered on his lips. “You have nothing to fear. I won’t ask anything of you that you’re not willing to give. Our only task is to enjoy the sail and each other.”

Her breath shuddered in and then out. He’d read her pretty easily. It wasn’t the sail making her jittery. It was the prospect of being alone with him, of giving in to these foreign and overwhelming feelings and embarking on an uncharted sensual journey. “Okay.”

He guided her onto the boat’s back deck. A hip-high wall surrounded an area about ten feet square. He descended through a door into the cabin below and then turned and offered his hand. “Watch your step and your head.”

Her fingers entwined with his and the heat of his palm spread through her making her knees shaky. At the base of the stairs she paused and blinked, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dimmer interior. Once she could focus, what she saw dazzled her. The luxury of stained wood cabinetry and bisque leather upholstery surpassed anything she’d ever seen—even her plush hotel suite.

Without releasing her hand Damon led her through a sitting area and a kitchen. He stepped through another door and moved aside for her to enter. A bed dominated the spacious stateroom—a bed she’d soon be sharing with him. Her heart thumped harder. The room seemed to shrink in size and the oxygen thinned. Her skin dampened, but her mouth dried.

Long, narrow horizontal windows let in sunlight, warming the cabin. Or maybe it was the knowledge of what lay ahead making her hot. She plucked at her suddenly clingy shirt.

“You may change in here or in the head.” He dropped her bag on a bed and indicated a bathroom by tilting his head, and then he removed his sunglasses and tossed them on the mattress. Holding her gaze with desire-laden eyes, he cupped her shoulders. “Need help changing?”

“I, um…no.” She swallowed the lump in her throat. She’d wanted adventure and she’d found it. Nerves, excitement and expectation vied for dominance inside her. Nerves won.

His hands coasted down her arms in a featherlight caress and then encircled her waist. He edged his fingers beneath the hem of her top and found the sensitive skin above her skirt. A shiver worked its way outward from the circles he drew on her abdomen with his thumbs. Mike’s touch had never affected her this way—not even in the early days when the sex had been good.

“I have been waiting for this.” He lowered his head and briefly sipped from her lips.

She didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to do anything to lessen the intoxicating effect of his lips and hands on her. She wound her arms around his neck and sifted his soft hair through her fingertips. “Me, too.”

With a groan he pulled her closer, fusing the length of his body to hers and kissing her hungrily. His torso was hot and hard against hers, his tongue slick and skilled. A gentle tug on her braid tipped her head back, allowing him to delve deeper, kiss harder. Madeline held him close, savoring the sensations whirling through her. She clenched and unclenched her fingers in his hair and then swept her palms over his broad shoulders and down his back.

Footsteps above her startled her into jerking out of his embrace. “What’s that?”

“Our crew is casting off. We’ll stay below deck until we clear the harbor.”

There were strangers on board? She’d thought they’d be alone. Uneasiness prickled her spine. “Why?”

“To stay out of their way while they navigate the channel.”

“No, I mean why do we have a crew?”

“Because my attention will be focused on you and not on sailing. Change into your swimsuit and then join me in the galley.” He swept his thumb over her bottom lip, grabbed his sunglasses and then left the room, closing the door behind him.

Madeline stared at the wooden panel. Her father had been overprotective—a hazard of his occupation dealing with the seamier side of life. Were his frequent warnings the cause of her uneasiness?

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