Tall, Dark & Rich: His Christmas Virgin / Married by Christmas / A Yuletide Seduction

In fact, if she had arrived home a little later than she had this morning, then she was pretty sure that she would have found Jonas up that metal tower outside her home beside Ben and Jerry as he helped to paint over the graffiti. Jonas might now be rich and powerful, the owner of his own company for some years rather than an employee, but his rugged appearance and weather-hewn features were testament to the fact that he still enjoyed getting his hands dirty occasionally.

‘I was totally sincere in my invitation for you to spend Christmas with my family, Jonas,’ she said huskily.

His eyes were a hard and mocking blue. ‘And what do you think your family would have made of you bringing a man home for the holidays?’

Mac’s cheeks warmed as she easily imagined her father’s teasing, and the whispered speculation of her aged aunts, if Jonas had accepted her invitation and accompanied her to Devon. ‘Oh.’ She grimaced. ‘I hadn’t really thought of that.’

‘Exactly,’ Jonas said, drinking the last of his wine before placing the empty glass on the table. ‘It’s probably time I was going.’

Mac blinked. ‘It’s still early.’

As far as Jonas was concerned, it was seriously bordering on being too late!

She looked so damned beautiful, so desirable with the coloured lights on the tree reflected in the glossy curtain of her long black hair, her eyes a deep and misty grey, her skin like a warm peach, and her lips—dear heaven, those full and pouting lips!

Jonas wanted to take those lips with his own, devour them, to kiss her and explore the hot temptation of her mouth until she felt the same need he did. If he didn’t leave here soon, in the next few minutes, he wasn’t going to be able to withstand that temptation at all.

‘You didn’t get to see my studio earlier; would you like to see it now?’

Jonas was jolted out of that rising fiery haze of desire to focus on Mac. ‘Sorry…?’

She shrugged narrow shoulders. ‘Obviously the studio is pretty empty at the moment with most of my recent work being at the exhibition, but you’re welcome to take a look. If you would like to,’ she added almost shyly.

Did he want to do that? He had evaded taking up the invitation earlier because he didn’t want to find himself being drawn into Mac’s world any more than he already was. To see where she had created the amazing paintings like the ones he had seen at the Lyndwood Gallery the previous week, and to feel himself being pulled even deeper into the intimacy of Mac’s life.

He still wanted to avoid doing that, didn’t he?