Say It with Diamonds

by Lucy King

  Wanting to know everything about him, in fact.

  Her heart stumbled and she jerked to a halt in front of a display stand. She frowned while her head swam. Uh-oh. That didn’t sound too good. That sounded kind of dangerous. Emotionally dangerous.

  And then she pulled herself together and told herself not to be so absurd. She wasn’t in any danger, emotionally or otherwise. She hadn’t lost track of what she ultimately wanted. And she hadn’t fallen into the trap of hoping that Will might be able to provide it, or that, despite her assurances to Phoebe to the contrary, she might be able to change him.

  No, she thought, eyeing up the racks of merchandise as heat began to race through her veins and desire hummed in the pit of her stomach. It was curiosity. Simple as that. And as she was pretty sure Will was never going to tell her what she wanted to know of his own accord, she was going to torment him into talking.

  It was just as well he had a reliable capable team running his business over in the Cayman Islands, thought Will, striding along the pavement towards Bella’s shop, his body tight with anticipation and desire pounding through him. Because if it had been solely down to him, he’d be heading for bankruptcy.

  Work? What a joke. Since their affair had started he’d barely been able to focus on anything other than Bella and when he’d next be seeing her. She was amazing. Insatiable. Utterly intoxicating, and he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. She had him thinking about things he couldn’t have and behaving totally out of character.

  Why else would he have ditched the meeting he was supposed to be having in response to her phone call an hour ago? Why else would his body have leapt to attention when she’d suggested he meet her here in half an hour? Why else would he have made himself sit on his chair and coolly tell her to make it an hour when every cell of his body urged him to make it five minutes? What on earth had he been trying to prove by doing that? That he did in fact have some sort of masochistic streak? That he was in some sort of control over this?

  Will stopped at her front door and pressed the buzzer. That was even more of a joke. He’d lost control over this the minute she’d stared up at him at the museum and told him she wanted an affair with him.

  Which could well be why the idea of her not being around for his birthday in March was beginning to feel distinctly unappealing. Why he was beginning to get the feeling that at the end of the month he might not be able to let her go.

  Will froze as something punched him in the stomach. His heart skipped a beat. And then he gave himself a quick shake and forced himself to relax.

  Not be able to let her go? That was ridiculous. Of course he’d be able to let her go. Because that was the agreement. That was what they both wanted. And basically because he didn’t have any choice. And come March he’d be … well, who knew where he’d be? But wherever he was Bella definitely wouldn’t be with him.

  Whatever was going on in his poor perplexed brain, one thing was clear. They only had another two weeks and he intended to make the most of every minute.

  ‘Come on up.’

  Starting now. Her voice, lower and more sultry than he remembered from this morning, had lust pounding through him so hard and so fast that all thoughts of where Bella might be in March vanished. All he was interested in was where she was right now.

  He pushed the door open and attacked the stairs two at a time. He got to the top to find the door to her flat ajar and for some reason his pulse began to race.

  ‘Bella?’ he said, stepping over her threshold, shrugging out of his coat and dropping it on the chair.

  ‘In here.’

  Her voice came from the direction of her bedroom and Will strode along the passageway and threw open the door.

  And nearly passed out. He stopped, his breath shooting from his lungs and the bolt of lust thundering through him almost slammed him back against the wall.

  Bella was lying on her bed, reclining against a bank of pillows and wearing nothing but a kind of black lacy corset, black stockings, black high heels and a very sultry smile.

  All he could do was stare at her, desire punching him from the inside out, his mouth dry as his eyes roamed over her.

  ‘Hi,’ she said huskily, her eyes dark and inviting and promising things that made his stomach clench.

  Will swallowed. Coughed. Wondered if he’d ever be able to speak again. ‘Hi.’ Hmm. Barely.

  She rose off the bed and swung her legs to the floor and stood up. The corset pulled in her waist and made her breasts swell over the top. Her heels made her legs look endlessly long. She sidled over to him, her hips mesmerising him as they swayed from side to side.

  Unable to take his eyes off her, Will couldn’t move. His feet seemed to be glued to the floor. He clenched his hands into fists to stop himself from reaching for her and thrust them into the pockets of his jeans just to make sure. She’d clearly put a lot of thought into this seduction routine and who was he to spoil it?

  ‘So how’s your day been?’ she said, standing right in front of him, placing her hands on his chest and planting a hot wet kiss on his mouth.

  ‘Fine,’ he said raggedly when she eventually drew back. ‘Getting better by the second.’

  ‘I do hope so.’

  Glancing up at him from beneath her lashes, she gave him a smile that wiped his mind and then set about undoing the buttons of his shirt. As she slid his shirt from his shoulders, down his arms and off, she pressed a kiss to his chest, flicked her tongue over his nipple and Will shuddered.

  Achingly slowly she unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans and sank to her knees as she pushed them down his legs. Her hair brushed over his throbbing erection and he had to clasp his hands behind his head to stop himself from burying his hands in her hair and guiding her head and her mouth to where he desperately wanted her.

  His legs feeling weirdly weak, Will stepped out of his jeans and kicked off his shoes and then Bella was sliding her hands over his calves and the backs of his thighs and he closed his eyes in desperation.

  Her breath whispered over his skin and then she was brushing her mouth up his thigh and over his erection and then higher, across his stomach, his chest until she was standing up and he was a moment away from dragging her to the floor and burying himself inside her.

  ‘Lie on the bed,’ she murmured, her voice low and husky.

  ‘Bossy.’

  ‘I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.’

  ‘In that case,’ he drawled as a series of thrills raced through him, ‘why would I even want to try and argue?’

  ‘Sensible man.’

  God, he thought as he did as she’d ordered and watched a satisfied smile curve her lips, he’d never felt less sensible. ‘What next?’

  ‘Now put your hands behind your head.’

  He did. ‘What’s got into you?’ he said, deciding that whatever it was he liked it a lot.

  ‘Nothing yet,’ she purred, climbing on top of him and giving him a long slow kiss that blew his mind.

  She kissed her way down his neck and along his collarbone, taking her time, making him burn up with need and he had to fight to keep himself where he was.

  A tremor racked his body and he marvelled that she could do this to him. Thought that perhaps he should encourage her to do it more often. Because there was definitely something to be said for female dominance in the bedroom. Especially with the way she was sliding her hands along his arms and curling his fingers around the bars of her bed-head, giving him an eyeful of soft pillowy cleavage.

  His body tight with arousal and his heart thudding with expectation, Will couldn’t resist. He lifted his head and gently nipped her flesh. She shuddered, then smiled seductively down at him, slipping her hands beneath the pillows as she wriggled on top of him.

  He was contemplating undoing the strings of her corset with his teeth, when out of the corner of his eye he caught a flash of red fur, and before he knew it she’d surged up and forwards and cuffed him to the bed.

  There, though
t Bella, feeling triumph roar through her as she drew back and admired her handiwork. That hadn’t been too difficult, had it? Not when Will had been so pleasingly and predictably cooperative.

  Her plan had gone like clockwork and now she had him exactly where she wanted him. Naked. Exposed. Unable to take control and distract her, and completely at her mercy. Once she’d driven him demented with her hands and her mouth, he’d be begging her for release and willing to tell her exactly what his issue with commitment was.

  Assuming she managed to hold out that long, of course. She was so turned on by the sight of him lying there trapped that part of her wanted to ditch her plan and simply straddle him and sink herself down on him.

  Hmm. There’d be plenty of time for that later, she told herself. Having spent so long firstly devising her plan, and then umming and aahing over whether to go through with it, she wasn’t about to back out now.

  ‘What the hell is this, Bella?’ Will’s voice was tight and sharp and Bella suppressed the flicker of alarm that darted through her. So he had a thing about control. That was tough. Right now, so did she.

  ‘I’d have thought it was perfectly obvious,’ she said with a smouldering smile.

  ‘Unlock me,’ he snapped.

  ‘Soon.’

  ‘Now.’ His jaw clenched and his eyes blazed.

  ‘No.’ Where would she start? Should she work her way from top to bottom and build up slowly? Or should she just go straight for the sexual jugular, so to speak?

  ‘Bella, get the bloody keys.’

  ‘Too late,’ she said silkily, drawing them from her cleavage and throwing them out of the window before turning her attention back to the magnificence of Will’s body. Whether she lingered or hurried, she doubted he’d be the only one tormented. Heat pummelled along her veins at the thought that she could do anything with him she wanted, and her head swam.

  And then through the fog swilling around inside her head, she heard Will swear violently and she frowned, her gaze snapping up to his face.

  The flicker of alarm she’d managed to suppress a minute ago flared into life. God. He looked utterly horrified.

  Her heart lurched and her brain raced. During all her deliberations, she’d imagined he might have put up token resistance to being handcuffed to her bed-head, but she’d never imagined he’d be quite so appalled.

  But maybe it wasn’t appal. Maybe it was something else. Because actually, now she was looking at his face, she could see that he’d gone so ghostly pale that if it hadn’t been for his tan he’d have been white. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he was shaking. His muscles had tensed and his veins on his arms and neck bulged. He looked as if he was in agony.

  Oh, God, thought Bella, her heart hammering now with real panic. Perhaps this hadn’t been such a good idea after all. Perhaps she ought to release him. Right now.

  Hastily she reached up and pulled a pin from her hair. She unbent it with her teeth and then leaned over him. She swiftly picked first one lock and then the other, and within a split second he’d yanked his hands free, surged up and twisted round so that Bella was flat on her back and he was looming over her, his eyes wild and the pulse at the base of his neck thundering.

  ‘You really shouldn’t have done that,’ he said roughly.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ she said, meaning it even as her heart pounded and her breath caught in her throat.

  ‘You will be.’

  For a moment he hovered there, staring blindly down at her, his face tight and his body even tighter. But gradually the fierce blaze in his eyes ebbed, his expression relaxed and the colour returned to his face. Bella waited, not sure what to do or what to say. And then he dragged in a shaky breath, jerked away and fell back on the bed.

  Giving him a few moments to recover, she lifted herself up onto her elbows. ‘So what was that all about?’ she murmured once his breathing had regulated and she’d felt whatever it was that had taken hold of him dissipate.

  ‘Nothing.’

  She rolled onto her side and looked at him closely. If he thought he could get away with brushing her off like that he could think again. No way was she letting this lie. It was too intriguing for words and she intended to get to the bottom of it whether he liked it or not. ‘You’re pale and you’re shaking,’ she said softly. ‘That’s not nothing.’

  Will sighed and rubbed a hand over his face and forced himself to calm down. The terror and the nausea that had slammed into him the minute he’d realised what she’d done were fading and it was fine. He was fine. But for a moment there, when Bella had tossed the keys out of the window, he’d thought he’d been about to pass out. ‘It’s no big deal,’ he muttered. ‘I’m just not a huge fan of being locked up, that’s all.’

  ‘Clearly. But why not?’

  He set his jaw. ‘Who is?’

  ‘Plenty of people.’

  ‘Well, I’m not one of them.’

  She bit her lip and frowned, her gaze turning far too probing for his comfort. Long seconds passed before she spoke again. ‘You flinch every time you come into my shop, I’ve never seen you get into a lift and you’d rather walk than take a taxi.’

  It was a statement rather than a question and Will felt too sapped of energy to argue. Instead he avoided her eyes and muttered, ‘Yes, well, automatic locking mechanisms aren’t really my thing.’

  ‘So what is it? Claustrophobia?’

  He heard the curiosity in her voice and gritted his teeth. ‘Cleithrophobia actually, but it’s not as bad as that. It’s not a phobia. It’s just a minor thing I have a slight problem with.’

  ‘If you say so,’ she said and he heard the hint of a smile in her voice. ‘What’s cleithrophobia?’

  ‘The fear of being locked in an enclosed space.’ He stifled a shudder. ‘I don’t particularly enjoy being locked in any space, enclosed or otherwise.’

  ‘I see. I’m sorry.’

  ‘It’s fine.’

  Another few heartbeats of silence followed and Will wondered if he could hope that that was it. But then she said, ‘So what happened?’ and his stomach plummeted.

  ‘What do you mean, what happened?’ He tensed and stared fixedly at the ceiling.

  ‘Well, something must have caused it. In the first place, I mean.’

  He closed his eyes as if somehow that might deter her from asking any more annoyingly persistent questions, and said vaguely, ‘I don’t really remember.’

  Bella let out a soft ‘you don’t fool me’ kind of a laugh and then pressed herself closer. ‘Maybe I could help.’

  ‘I doubt it.’

  ‘Try me.’

  Will opened his eyes and stared at her. ‘Are you going to let this go?’

  ‘I’d rather not, but I can’t make you tell me if you don’t want to.’ She shot him a shrewd look. ‘Of course your reluctance to talk about it could lead me to believe that it’s not quite as trivial as you’d like me to think.’

  Will narrowed his eyes at her. Perhaps she had a point. Irritatingly enough. And then he felt something inside him deflate. Oh, what the hell? If she was interested enough to want to know, then he’d tell her. What was such a big deal about it anyway? It wasn’t as if it were that huge a part of his life.

  ‘Fine,’ he muttered. ‘When I was a child I got stuck in a cupboard.’

  ‘How?’

  ‘The door swung shut behind me before I could stop it.’

  ‘And it had one of those automatic locking mechanisms you’re not too keen on?’

  Feeling oddly cold, Will pulled the sheet over the lower half of his body. ‘Exactly.’

  Bella shifted closer and put her head on his shoulder and a hand on his chest. ‘How horrible.’

  ‘It wasn’t particularly pleasant,’ he murmured, deciding that understatement might well be the way to get through this. Understatement, sticking to the facts, ignoring how he’d felt at the time and concentrating on the feel of her tucked into his side. ‘I was ten.’

  ‘How long were you in
there for?’

  ‘About eighteen hours.’

  Bella twisted slightly to look up at him, her eyes widening as she propped herself up on an elbow. ‘Crikey. And you weren’t missed?’

  ‘Not for a while,’ Will said flatly. ‘I was supposed to be staying over with a friend.’

  ‘So what happened?’

  ‘We had an argument. I came home early.’

  ‘And? ‘

  He paused. Took a deep breath and steeled himself against the images he’d thought he’d buried in the depths of his memory, but were now flashing at the front of his brain in full, hideous colour. ‘And I stumbled across something I shouldn’t have.’

  She went still at his side and her hand stopped meandering over his chest to come to a rest over his heart. ‘What was it?’

  He cleared his tight throat. ‘My father. On the sofa. With my mother’s best friend. And they weren’t playing cards.’

  Bella gasped softly. ‘Oh, God.’

  ‘Quite.’

  ‘So you ran and hid,’ she murmured.

  ‘Wouldn’t you?’

  ‘I expect so. But didn’t you yell or something?’

  ‘Of course.’ He summoned up a humourless smile. ‘I guess they were too busy to hear me.’

  ‘But what about the staff?’

  ‘It was their afternoon off.’

  She frowned. ‘And your mother?’

  ‘Here in London. Visiting friends.’

  ‘So how did you get out?’

  ‘The cleaner found me there the following morning.’

  Bella’s eyes filled with sympathy, her hand resumed its wanderings and his chest contracted. ‘How awful,’ she breathed.

  Well, yes, it had been, thought Will, but weirdly enough it didn’t feel as awful right now as it used to.

  ‘It wasn’t the best afternoon I’ve ever had,’ he muttered, slightly baffled by the fact that his brain seemed to be more interested in the feel of the woman lying beside him than the memories and ghosts that had haunted him for years. ‘And it wasn’t the last time my father was unfaithful to my mother,’ he added, offloading a bit more and feeling something inside him lighten a little.