His Sweet Revenge: Wedding Vow of Revenge / His Ultimate Prize / Bound by a Child

“Why would you want to be anyone else?”

She laughed at that. “It’s a girl thing.”

“What other dreams got washed away on an outbound tide?”

She sighed and then sat back on her already sand covered bottom, her gaze fixed on the castle. “When I was a little girl, I dreamed of having a family. By the time Darren came along, I no longer trusted the dream.” She fiddled with one of the sticks they’d discarded as too crooked to stand atop the turrets as a flagpole. “I’d moved out before I accepted he wasn’t going to.”

“But he didn’t.”

“No. He stayed with Mom, but then I made the mistake of dreaming of my own future with a man I loved. It took almost two years, but eventually I realized that whole Prince Charming fantasy was just that. It was no more real than this.” She pointed to the molded turrets and empty moat.

“What exactly are you saying?” Did she want to avoid marriage altogether?

Now that he’d decided it would be the best form of revenge and that marrying her wouldn’t exactly be a hardship, he would not accept a refusal.

She looked at him then, her dark gaze intense. “I’m not looking for love and a perfect happily ever after anymore.”

“And yet you are hesitant to marry me. Why?”

“I need to know that what we have is more than a sand castle on the beach.”

“How many years was Darren your stepfather before you moved out?”

“Six.”

“You spent six years wondering if he was real…you could spend just as long wondering about me, but I am real and so is my proposal.”

Then he did what he was best at and kissed her slightly parted lips.

Angelo’s mouth took possession of hers as he dragged Tara into his lap.

And that fast, she was lost. It all felt so incredibly right. The heat of his body against hers, his uniquely masculine scent surrounding her and the spicy warmth of his mouth both comforted and enticed her. The feel of his rock hard muscles holding her gave her a primitive sense of security no modern woman would admit to.

As much as her mind told her attraction to this man spelled danger in capital letters, her body responded to his as if she’d found the other half of her whole. The half she hadn’t known was missing until this very moment.

She wanted to dismiss such thoughts as juvenile and fanciful, but they permeated her being with rock solid staying power. Her soul knew this man.

Hard, mobile lips molded hers perfectly and with just the right amount of pressure that she moaned under the onslaught to her senses.

He growled in response to the sound, his hand gripping her waist tightly. She felt like she was being kissed by a wild predator claiming his mate, not a refined businessman. She responded on a level she had never allowed herself to explore before, digging her fingertips into his shoulders and reveling in the leashed power she sensed there.

He lifted her by the waist, repositioning her so she straddled his hips and their torsos were pressed close together. She could feel the threat of his hardness against her most sensitive flesh and the layers of clothes between them did nothing to negate the heat that connection generated.

Jolts of sensual awareness rippled through her body, making her arch toward him and shudder while his lips continued to entice her passion to greater heights.

Suddenly his thumb brushed upward from where his big hand rested against the indentation of her waist. It caressed her in an up and down motion, teasing at her rib cage just below her breasts before dipping down over the curve of her hip.

Her breath suspended in her chest as she waited for him to explore further, to actually touch swollen flesh chafing at the restrictions of her bra. But he didn’t and she found herself breaking her lips from his to suck in much needed oxygen.

“Angelo,” she panted.

She didn’t know what else she wanted to say, couldn’t form a cohesive thought to save her life.

His hands curved around her in a hold so possessive, she gasped. “This thing between us is good. Don’t dismiss it, stellina.”

She had no answer, so she remained silent.

He kissed her temple and then the corner of her mouth as if he couldn’t help himself before guiding them both to their feet. She dusted the sand from her clothes and her legs, while he pulled something small from his pocket.

It was a mini digital camera. He aimed and took a shot of their sand castle, then took a picture of her looking at him.

She wasn’t smiling. She had no idea how she looked. Her thoughts were deep and her body was still vibrating with sensual awareness.

“You wanted a picture of our sand castle?” she asked, surprised by the gesture.

“There is more than one way to preserve a dream.”

The message in his eyes was one she was terrified of interpreting so she turned away.

He laughed, the sound husky, as she started back up the beach. “I won’t let you run from me, Tara.”

She didn’t answer because if she was honest with herself, she’d have to admit she didn’t want to.

CHAPTER SIX (#ue57c6b03-e48e-5dc0-a7bf-df8218221614)

TARA wasn’t exactly shocked when Angelo pulled his luxury car into a spot in front of a Frank Lloyd Wright style house positioned on a cliff overlooking a private beach not far from where they’d built their sand castle.

She’d half expected him to offer to rent a hotel room so they could shower the sand off before dinner, but the privacy and subtle magnificence of the home was beyond anything she would have envisioned.

“Is this yours?” she asked as he turned off the car.

“Yes.”

“I’m surprised you keep it considering how little time you must have for vacations.”

“I’ve found it useful in hosting negotiations with West Coast companies.”

Ah. That made sense. Seclusion and the home court advantage…both great assets to have on his side when working on a business deal.

The inside reflected the stark simplicity of Wright architecture, but the quality of both the house’s furnishings and minimalist décor pointed to Angelo’s wealth.

He led her to a bedroom with a huge plate glass window that overlooked the ocean. “You can shower and change in here.”

“Thank you.”

She watched him walk away, her feelings no more settled than they had been on the beach.

After her shower, she brushed her hair out in front of the mirror in the large en suite bathroom. She left it down, shimmering in silky waves over her shoulders, contrasting against her white dress. She’d thought this dress was more conservative than the one she’d worn the night before even though it also had spaghetti straps.