The Man Every Woman Wants Page 8

  Laura winced. ‘Sorry. I guess I’m nervous.’

  ‘Lord knows why, with me by your side.’

  ‘Are you always this incorrigibly egotistical?’ she demanded to know.

  Ryan shrugged. ‘I suppose so. It comes with the territory of having been a successful goalkeeper. You have to have total confidence in your abilities or you’re dead in the water, because you’re alone out there. You can’t let a single negative thought creep in or you’re done and dusted. But you’re not alone today, Laura. You have me to help you. Though you still do need to help yourself. So, smile and make it convincing.’

  She smiled, but she still didn’t look like a woman in love.

  ‘Only marginally better,’ he said, feeling totally exasperated with her and with himself for being so affected by her. ‘Here, give me your hand.’

  When she hesitated, he suddenly grabbed both her hands then yanked her hard against him.

  ‘The trouble with you, madam,’ he ground out as he glared down into her shocked eyes, ‘Is that you’ve been way too long between men. And kisses.’

  He didn’t mean to do it. Hell, he didn’t mean to manhandle her in any way, shape or form. But all of a sudden his muchvalued control slipped and his mouth came crashing down on hers.

  For a split second, Laura froze. This was what she’d feared after all, Ryan making a pass at her at some stage. Not that you could call what he was doing a pass. It was more of an onslaught. He even dragged her hands behind her back and pressed them into the small of her back, forcing her breasts against the hard wall of his chest.

  Laura knew at the back of her whirling mind that she could still escape his captive embrace if she chose to. All she had to do was lift her knee into his groin and he’d let her go, quick smart. But she didn’t lift her knee or do anything else. Instead, she just stood there and let him do what he was doing. She didn’t fight him. She didn’t even make a sound.

  But the moment he pried her lips apart and sent his tongue deep into her mouth she definitely did make a sound.

  It was a moan, soft and throaty and full of sensual surrender.

  Ryan moaned too, though not quite so softly. For a few more mad moments, the impassioned ravaging of her mouth continued before he abruptly wrenched his lips off hers, stepping back to stare down at her with shocked eyes. His prominent cheekbones had spots of red slashed across them, and his chest was rising and falling in a ragged rhythm.

  Laura hated to think what she looked like, standing there with eyes wide and the back of a trembling hand lifting to hide her still-burning lips. ‘Stunned’ did not begin to describe her own feelings. How could she possibly have liked what he had done? Yet she had—more than liked, actually. She’d thrilled to his forcefulness. Even now the heat he’d evoked was still charging through her veins. She tried to feel ashamed of what she’d just allowed and enjoyed. Tried to feel angry with him. But she couldn’t, and didn’t. How utterly and perversely amazing!

  Suddenly he smiled, a warm, tender smile which confused her even more.

  ‘I don’t think you dislike me as much as you think you do,’ he said as he stepped forward to take her still-flushed face within the cradle of his large palms.

  Before Laura could say a single word in her own defence, he was kissing her again, a much gentler kiss this time but still deep, his soft lips and less-savage tongue seducing her just as easily as the first time. Somehow her arms found themselves clamped around his waist as she rose up onto her toes, pressing herself harder against him.

  ‘Oh!’ a female voice exclaimed from somewhere near them.

  ‘Don’t move,’ Ryan muttered into her startled mouth before she could spring back from him.

  With considerable savoir faire he casually dropped his hands to her hips and turned her round. Laura tried to match his nonchalant attitude at being caught kissing, but she could still feel her face flaming. Fortunately, however, Aunt Cynthia seemed to be worrying about her own embarrassment, not her niece’s.

  ‘I’m so sorry,’ she blurted out. ‘I just came to see what was keeping you. I didn’t mean to, er, um…’

  ‘It’s perfectly all right, Cynthia,’ Ryan said smoothly. ‘We’re the ones who should be saying sorry for keeping you waiting.’ And he gave Laura’s right hip an affectionate little squeeze.

  Laura didn’t say a word; her throat was as dry as parchment and her thoughts in total disarray.

  ‘I fully understand,’ Cynthia said, gushing at him again. ‘But Jane is very anxious to meet you, as you can imagine.’

  ‘And I to meet her,’ Ryan returned. ‘Do please lead the way, and we’ll be hot on your heels.’

  During the short walk from the front entrance hall to the back verandah of the house—during which Ryan took her hand firmly in his—Laura struggled to get her composure back.

  It was difficult; her head was all over the shop.

  Seeing her gran, however, sitting there on the back verandah in a wheelchair, was enough to push aside any worry over what had just happened. Laura’s heart contracted at how fragile she looked. Fragile and old.

  ‘Hello, Gran,’ she said softly, extracting her hand from Ryan’s as she bent to kiss her grandmother on the cheek. ‘How are you feeling?’

  ‘Fine, love, just fine. Now that you’re both safely here,’ she added, glancing up at Ryan. ‘So this is the young man you’ve been telling me about.’

  Laura could not help feeling proud of Ryan as her grandmother’s still-sharp grey eyes raked over him, no doubt taking in everything from his face, to his clothes, to his impressively built body.

  ‘You’ve done well this time, granddaughter,’ she said, smiling with obvious approval. ‘How do you do, Mr Armstrong?’ she added, and held out one very thin, wrinkly hand towards him.

  He cupped it gently within both of his. ‘I will do very well, ma’am, provided you call me Ryan and not Mr Armstrong.’

  ‘Of course…Ryan,’ she agreed, her smile turning a little coy. ‘But only if you promise to call me Jane. Now, sit down here next to me and tell me all about yourself.’

  Ryan laughed, but he sat as ordered. ‘You must be planning on a long afternoon tea, Jane.’

  ‘I’m planning on finding out if your character matches your good looks,’ she shot back without missing a beat.

  ‘Gran!’ Laura exclaimed, slightly horrified at her grandmother’s directness.

  ‘It’s all right, darling,’ Ryan reassured her with a warm smile. ‘I have nothing to hide. Besides, if I know you, you’ve already told your gran everything about me.’

  ‘Well, yes, I suppose I have.’

  ‘Then there’s nothing to worry about, is there?’

  Nothing except that you just kissed me twice and reduced me to mush both times!

  Don’t think about that, Laura, she lectured herself. Think of the reason you did this in the first place. Think of making Gran happy, even if only for this weekend.

  It actually turned out to be rather interesting, listening to Ryan’s answers to her grandmother’s many questions. Laura soon realised that, whilst she knew about Ryan’s sporting and business successes, she knew very little about his family background, except that at some stage he’d been brought up by his grandmother. It turned out he was the only child of a single mother, born and bred in the Western suburbs of Sydney. His father had done a bunk before he was born and his mother had died of breast cancer when she’d been only thirty-four, leaving him to be raised by his maternal grandmother who’d been a widow and lived on a pension.

  ‘She had very little but what she had she gave to me,’ he said with a slight catch in his voice. ‘She was a wonderful woman. I loved her to death.’

  ‘I presume she’s passed on now?’ her gran asked quietly.

  ‘Many years ago, actually. Before I began to earn big money. She never saw me play for any of the famous European teams, though she did see my local team win a few grand finals when I was a teenager. Not that she actually saw them,’ he said w
ith a wry chuckle. ‘She used to get so nervous that she would walk around the fields watching other games rather than mine. Then, whenever a loud cheer went up, she’d race back to see if it was my team scoring or the other one.’

  ‘I used to get nervous watching Shane play soccer,’ Cynthia piped up as she offered Ryan a plate of lamingtons. ‘Shane’s my son. Did Laura tell you that he’s coming to dinner tonight just to see you? You’re one of his soccer heroes.’

  Ryan smiled as he took one of the cakes. ‘She did mention it.’

  ‘I hope you don’t mind.’

  ‘Not at all.’

  And that was how the afternoon tea continued, with Ryan being charming in the extreme and Laura sitting there in the late-afternoon sunshine, basking in her grandmother’s approval. She could not help looking at him all the time and thinking how incredibly handsome he was. Handsome and sexy.

  Before long she started playing some crazy ‘if only’s in her head.

  If only Ryan was her real Mr Right and not a pretend one.

  If only his kisses from a while ago actually meant something to him.

  If only he wasn’t the kind of two-timing womaniser who was obviously not beyond taking advantage of the situation to try to get into her pants.

  Alison had been right about that, Laura conceded with a twist in her heart.

  But, even as this brutal truth hit home, she had difficulty ignoring the fact that she’d not only enjoyed his kisses, she wanted more. More kisses. More of everything a man like Ryan had to offer.

  He would be a good lover; she could see that by his kisses. Wildly passionate, but tender and gentle as well. Brad had been an ignorant and selfish lover, uncaring of her pleasure. Mario hadn’t been all that much better. Neither of them had ever kissed her the way Ryan had just kissed her, like he was a man dying of thirst in the desert and she was a sweet spring which would bring him back to life. At the same time, she had responded in a way she never had before—boldly. Brazenly. Blindly.

  Laura knew that if they shared a bed tonight and he tried to seduce her she would be his for the taking. In every way.

  This last thought truly shocked Laura. He already had a girlfriend, hadn’t he?

  But it didn’t change a thing. This was why lust was one of the seven deadly sins, she realised—one of the strongest. One which called to the dark side which lurked in every person, which banished conscience in the selfish search for carnal pleasures.

  Now, as she looked over at him, she started stripping him in her mind, seeing him naked and looming over her in bed tonight. He would be big down there, she fantasised. Big, powerful and forceful. She would cry out when he entered her, and moan when he began to move. Already she could feel him there, inside her, filling her totally, taking her to places that she’d never been before.

  Laura had never had an orgasm during actual intercourse before. But she would with Ryan; she just knew she would.

  Such thinking took her breath away. What was happening to her here?

  Thank God she didn’t love him. Because, if she did, she would have been doomed.

  Suddenly, she realised that her grandmother was talking to her.

  ‘What was that, Gran?’ she said as she lifted the tea cup to her lips and drained the rest of the stone-cold tea.

  ‘I suggested you take Ryan for a walk around the property before it gets too late. It’s lovely down by the creek at sunset and there should be a good one today.’

  ‘All right,’ Laura agreed. How could she possibly do anything else?

  ‘Come and see me when you return,’ her gran continued. ‘I’d like to talk to you. Alone, if you don’t mind, Ryan.’

  ‘Not at all.’

  ‘Bill will be home soon,’ Cynthia said. ‘He plays golf on the course next door every Saturday afternoon but he promised to come straight home after the game. Should be here by four-thirty—five at the latest, he said. You and he could have a game of billiards before dinner, Ryan. That is, if you play billiards?’

  ‘I certainly do.’

  Jane chuckled. ‘I dare say you’re good at it too.’

  Ryan smiled. ‘I’m good at most sports and games.’

  Was sex a sport to him? Laura wondered ruefully. Or a game?

  ‘Come on then, darling,’ he went on as he stood up. ‘Let’s get going before the sun goes down.’

  Suddenly, Laura didn’t want to be alone with him. Certainly not down at the creek which was a very private spot, totally out of sight of everyone. She had little option, however, but to stand up and do exactly what had been suggested. To refuse would have seemed odd.

  He took her hand, as she knew he would, and she didn’t object, as she knew she wouldn’t. No doubt they looked like lovers, strolling down the hill together, hand in hand. But love had nothing to do with the feelings which were zooming through Laura. She tried to say something, anything at all. But she remained silent. Ryan didn’t say anything, either. When they reached the shelter of the trees which lined the creek, he let go of her hand and turned to face her.

  ‘Tell me what you’re thinking.’

  She dragged in a deep breath which she exhaled slowly as she assembled her thoughts. No way could she tell him what she was really thinking. But she had to make some comment to excuse the way she’d responded to his kisses.

  ‘I’m thinking you were right about my being too long between men. And kisses.’

  He frowned. ‘So you’re saying that that’s why you enjoyed my kissing you as much as you obviously did? Because you’re sexually frustrated?’

  She kept her eyes cool. ‘It seems a logical explanation, don’t you think?’

  ‘True. But I can hardly make the same claim. I certainly haven’t been five years without a woman. But I sure as hell enjoyed kissing you, Laura. Maybe Erica was right after all. And so were you.’

  ‘About what?’

  ‘You said I didn’t know women as much as I thought I did. Erica actually went off her brain when I told her what I was doing this weekend. Accused me of fancying you.’

  ‘Really?’

  ‘Yep. I got so mad at her that I broke up with her on the spot.’

  ‘You did?’ Lord, but she shouldn’t have been quite so happy about that. But she was. Oh yes, she definitely was. How stupid could she get?

  ‘Sure did,’ he confirmed. ‘I didn’t want to say so earlier on because I thought it might cause you some worry. But she was right, wasn’t she? I do fancy you.’

  ‘Really?’ Now she was even happier! Until she remembered that Ryan fancying a woman meant next to nothing. He’d obviously fancied Erica and look what happened to her. ‘Yes, really. But my fancying you is not a good idea, Laura.’

  ‘Why?’ Oh Laura, Laura, did you have to sound so disappointed when you said that?

  His eyes showed that she’d betrayed herself to a degree.

  ‘You are a work colleague and I do not date work colleagues,’ he stated.

  ‘I see,’ she said, not quite so happy now.

  ‘You wouldn’t want to date a man like me anyway,’ he ground out. ‘I’m not what you want. Or what you need.’

  Laura shook her head from side to side. ‘I’m not sure what I want or need any more.’

  ‘Then let me remind you: you want a man who’ll love you, marry you and give you children. That man will never be me, Laura. Because that’s not what I want.’

  Laura frowned at this last statement. What had happened to Ryan in the past that he never dared to risk getting emotionally involved with anyone? Something must have happened, because it wasn’t natural to shun love. Everyone wanted to love and be loved.

  ‘And why is that?’ she couldn’t resist asking. ‘What have you got against love and marriage and children?’

  ‘Absolutely nothing,’ he bit out. ‘It’s just not for me. Look, it’s as well that we’ve had this little talk. I would hate to think that I would do something tonight which we would both regret. Under the circumstances, I think you should ask Cynt
hia to put me in a separate bedroom when we get back.’

  Laura sucked in air sharply. ‘But I can’t do that!’

  ‘Why not?’

  ‘Because I just can’t!’

  His eyes narrowed on her, with a glint of wicked humour. ‘Is this your pride speaking, or something else? Don’t tell me you’ve been secretly attracted to me all this time?’

  ‘Don’t be ridiculous!’ she snapped. ‘No one was more surprised than I when I reacted the way I did when you kissed me.’

  ‘I wouldn’t say that,’ Ryan said dryly. ‘I was pretty surprised myself. Okay, so it’s a matter of pride. In that case I won’t ask for a separate room, but I think I will sleep on the floor. I don’t trust myself to keep my hands off you if we share a bed. Hell on earth, woman, stop looking at me like that!’

  ‘How am I looking at you?’ she asked, trying to sound innocent but feeling anything but. She didn’t want him to sleep on the floor. And she certainly didn’t want him to keep his hands to himself.

  ‘Don’t try to play games with me, Laura. I’m way out of your league in the games department. Erica called me a libertine.’

  ‘I don’t believe you’re a libertine at all,’ she said, feeling angry with Erica for saying such a nasty thing. ‘A libertine doesn’t care about people’s feelings. You obviously care about mine to warn me off you. A libertine would just take what he wanted without a second thought.’

  ‘Would he now?’

  For a split second, his eyes grew so cold that a shiver ran down Laura’s spine. But then he whirled away from her and strode over to the edge of the creek. She stared after him, not knowing what to say or do. So she just stood there and waited. Eventually, the sun dipped down behind the hills and the air turned suddenly cool, at which point he turned and walked back towards her.

  ‘Let’s get back,’ he said, and grabbed her hand once more.

  But there was nothing warm or affectionate in his grip. She could feel anger in his fingers, but wasn’t sure who he was more angry with, her or himself.

  ‘I promise I won’t look at you like that any more,’ she said during their hurried walk up the hill.