Savage Alpha (Alpha 8)

by Carole Mortimer

  Or big enough for one Jonas.

  Her nipples tingled and hardened to rigid peaks as she imagined watching a naked Jonas standing inside this shower cubicle. The hot rivulets of water pouring down on him, slicking that glossy blue-black hair back from his face before cascading onto those bronzed shoulders and chest, and then on down the muscular flatness of his abdomen.

  Would his cock be in proportion to the rest of his overlarge body? It had certainly felt that way earlier tonight in her kitchen.

  Thinking about the size of Jonas’s cock was enough to send the heat coursing to her core. Lily gave a low groan as she felt the swelling of her nether lips and the slickness there that owed nothing to the shower water and everything to her own arousal. Having his mouth on her there earlier had been—

  I have to stop this. Now.

  She and Jonas could be alone here for several days, and she would never survive if she allowed herself to be in this constant state of arousal for all that time. And Jonas had given no indication that he ever intended them continuing where they had left off earlier tonight.

  Did she have time to ease some of the sexual frustration that had been coursing through her veins since they were interrupted earlier—

  No!

  What she needed to do right now was wash, dry herself off, dress, and rejoin Jonas in the kitchen.

  And then get through what was left of the evening with him.

  Except Jonas was nowhere to be found when Lily returned to the kitchen. All the curtains were drawn across the windows in the sitting room and kitchen, the lights still on, two places set at the breakfast bar, and more logs added to the roaring fire, and she could smell something mouthwatering cooking on top of the range, but there was no sign of Jonas himself.

  Had something happened to him while she was in the bathroom?

  Could someone—her stalker—have followed them out of the city, and deep into this woodland, miles from anywhere?

  Miles from help if Jonas had been caught unawares and was now lying unconscious—or dead—somewhere.

  Lily felt the tears sting her eyes even as she knew she didn’t have the time to dwell on what might have happened to Jonas.

  Her panic deepened at the thought of her stalker being somewhere outside—or worse, in the house with her—that panic blocking her throat, and making it difficult for her to breathe as she looked around desperately for something she might use as a weapon.

  The fire poker!

  She rushed across the room and grabbed it, familiarizing herself with its length and weight as she turned determinedly. She was not a victim, and she refused to become one. If her stalker wanted a fight, then she would give him one. No way was she going down without—

  Lily tensed down into a crouch behind the breakfast bar as she heard the back door opening, her heart beating loudly in her chest as she tracked the intruder’s movements by sound alone.

  The back door closing again.

  The soft tread of footsteps across the kitchen.

  If she waited until he was level with the end of the breakfast bar, she would be able to jump up and surprise him, maybe even get in a blow or two before he—

  “Jesus Christ, woman, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jonas managed to drop the logs he was carrying and curve his upper body back in time to avoid being hit by the poker Lily was wielding. But he was still close enough to feel the movement of air caused by what would have been a deadly blow if the poker had made contact with his skull, as it had obviously been intended to do. He was lucky to have only suffered bruising from the half-dozen logs falling on his booted feet. “Give me that.” He scowled as he wrestled the poker out of her hand and placed it on the work top. “What the hell— Lily…?” He looked down at her incredulously as she threw herself into his arms.

  “You weren’t here— I thought my stalker had found us— That you were dead— I— Oh God, Jonas!” The tears began to fall as Lily pressed her face against his chest, her arms clinging tightly about his waist.

  Considering what she had been through today, Jonas thought the tears were probably long overdue. And more than justified. Most women he knew—and quite a lot of men too—would have been screaming hysterically long before this.

  Jonas let her continue to cry for several minutes, just enjoying the feel of her in his arms and pressed against him, as he breathed in the lemon perfume of her hair.

  Until the smell of burning meat told him their steaks were overcooking. “I’ll be right back,” he assured her as he pulled Lily’s arms gently but firmly from about his waist before moving to take the grill pan off the heat and lift the lid. The steaks were a little overdone for his taste, but right now, he was so hungry, he would have eaten the meat raw. “I only went outside to get some more logs,” he explained as he returned to where Lily now looked a little shamefaced.

  The logs that were now scattered about their feet, Lily acknowledged with an awkward grimace. She really had let her imagination run away with her a few minutes ago. Of course no one had followed them here. Jonas would have made sure of that. And she had just made a complete idiot of herself by attempting to hit him over the head with the poker.

  “I’m so sorry.” She avoided meeting Jonas’s gaze as she went down on her haunches and began to gather up the logs. “I really thought… Never mind what I thought.” She gave a self-disgusted shake of her head as she rose to her feet and carried the logs across the room before dropping them into the half-full basket beside the fire. “I hope I haven’t made you spoil dinner too.” She ran her hands down her denim-clad thighs.

  “Come over here.”

  Lily glanced to where Jonas now stood near the window, before quickly looking away again. “I really am sorry—”

  “Stop apologizing and get over here,” he repeated impatiently.

  A frown creased her brow as she slowly crossed the room to where he pulled back the curtains from over the large bay window. “I may have made an idiot of myself just now, Jonas, but that doesn’t mean you can boss me— Oh my God…” Lily stared out the window in wonder as she saw the thick but delicate snowflakes falling outside, the ground already covered in a soft white carpet.

  “It started a couple of minutes after you went to take your shower.” Jonas spoke softly beside her. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

  It was, yes. Magical, in fact.

  It was also potentially hazardous to the two of them being able to get out of here when the time came.

  Lily frowned. “This is why you went outside to get more logs…”

  “It isn’t going to be a problem, Lily,” he reassured her. “I have plenty of food in the freezer, a shed full of logs, several gallons of gas to keep the generator going, and the well is so far below ground, it never freezes. I was snowed in here for almost a month last year with no—” Jonas broke off as he realized, by Lily’s horrified expression, that it wasn’t what she wanted to hear. No doubt the thought of being alone here with him for a month was the reason for that horrified expression.

  Jonas wasn’t too thrilled at the idea of sharing his space for that amount of time either. He was used to living alone. He liked living alone.

  “This is England. Chances are it will all have disappeared by morning,” he assured her evenly. “I thought you might enjoy looking at it while I serve up dinner.”

  “It’s beautiful.” She nodded distractedly.

  “I called the hospital and Gabriel while you were in the shower,” Jonas told her as he walked back to the kitchen area. “There’s no change to Evan’s condition. Gabriel asked me to let him know when we had arrived safely at our destination.”

  “Thank you.”

  Jonas served up the steaks and baked potatoes onto two warmed plates. “He’s only a bossy bastard because he cares so much.”

  A smile curved Lily’s lips as she turned to look at him. “What’s your excuse?”

  Jonas shrugged. “Guess it just comes naturally. Come and eat dinner before it gets cold.”r />
  A blush warmed Lily’s cheeks as she realized how her questioning him must have sounded as if she was asking for some sort of declaration of feelings for her on his part. Which was pretty ridiculous, considering the two of them had known each other only a short time. A traumatic time, admittedly, but still only a matter of hours in actual time.

  Even if that sharp sting of tears at the thought of Jonas lying dead or injured somewhere indicated she already had feelings for him…

  Her mind veered away from investigating those feelings too deeply. There was too much going on in her life at present to think clearly about anything other than staying one step ahead of her stalker.

  “This looks delicious.” She joined Jonas at the breakfast bar and found she actually felt hungry as she looked at the steak and potatoes he had cooked for them.

  “Red wine? Or would you prefer hot tea?”

  “Red wine, please.” Maybe a couple of glasses of wine would help her to sleep tonight. She had a feeling the eerie silence here was going to keep her awake.

  If the knowledge Jonas was sleeping in the bedroom just down the hallway hadn’t ensured that would be the case…

  Jonas’s prediction about the snow had been wrong, Lily discovered when she woke the following morning and looked out the bedroom window to see at least six inches of the beautiful pristine white snow blanketing the ground.

  It looked even more magical today. Like a scene from a Christmas card, the glistening snow covered the branches of the surrounding fir trees and lay heavy on the shed she could see across what she was sure was normally a swath of grass.

  But this was England, and even though the snow seemed to have stopped falling for the moment, England wasn’t equipped to deal with anything more than a couple of inches snowfall. Even the main roads would be blocked until the snowplows were able to get to them, trains at a standstill, buses too. No one would be traveling very far in this weather.

  Including my stalker, so get over it.

  Every cloud—or snowfall—had its silver lining.

  A glance at her wristwatch showed Lily it was a little after eight o’clock in the morning, the time she normally woke.

  Except there was nothing normal about waking up in Jonas’s log mansion miles from any other civilization. The two of them had retired to their separate bedrooms last night shortly after they finished eating. It had taken a while for Lily to fall asleep, but once she had, she’d slept reasonably well. Perhaps courtesy of those three glasses of wine she had drunk with her meal last night? Whatever the reason, she felt refreshed this morning and ready to face whatever was thrown at her today.

  Although she would happily settle for that being only snowballs…

  She grinned at the thought of Jonas’s engaging in anything as juvenile as throwing snowballs.

  Jonas…

  Much as she hadn’t wanted to think about her feelings for him last night, the thoughts had intruded anyway and were the reason it had taken her some time to fall asleep.

  Jonas was very like her brothers in temperament: decisive, arrogant. The difference being that Jonas actually listened to her before he decided whether or not he was going to trample roughshod over any opinion she might care to voice.

  Whatever the reason, she felt able to be herself around him, to say what she thought, and know that he would at least take that opinion on board before making any decision. He might still go with his original decision, but he would at least hear what she had to say first.

  Talking of which…

  The house seemed unnaturally quiet this morning. Even more so than last night, if that were possible. No doubt that silence was added to by that blanket of snow outside. Normally, Lily woke up to the sound of the London traffic below her bedroom window and the noise of the other residents in her apartment building as they prepared to leave for work.

  Here, in the middle of nowhere, there was no sound. Only silence and stillness.

  Much like the man who lived here.

  Which brought her back full circle to Jonas.

  All her thoughts now led back to Jonas.

  Because she was already halfway in love with him?

  Jonas was strength and power, but in that silent and still way that had nothing to do with his physical size. There was watchful confidence in those piercing blue eyes. A predatory stealth to his physical presence. Both those things exuded a “don’t mess with me” message.

  Lily felt safe with him.

  In regard to other people, at least.

  Jonas had become temptation to her. Emotionally as well as physically.

  But once this was over, he would return to his world and she would return to hers.

  And most probably they would never meet again.

  Which meant Lily had to guard her heart from falling for him too deeply. Or risk it being broken when he walked away, without so much as a backward glance. As she knew he would. Jonas was in his midthirties, had never married, had no permanent girlfriend—perhaps never had?—and the physical attraction between the two of them was for here and now. It had no future.

  Which didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the here and now. And Jonas.

  Except once again Jonas was nowhere to be found in the house when Lily emerged fully dressed from her bedroom and went in search of him. There was fresh coffee made in the kitchen and a loaf of bread left on one of the work tops, no doubt for toast if she wanted breakfast.

  Instead, Lily bundled up against the cold in her winter coat and her ankle boots and went outside to look for him. The air was brisk and freezing cold, and she’d been right about the six inches of snow on the ground. There was only an inch or so to spare from the top of her boots when she placed her foot down in it.

  Except the snow was completely pristine, no other footprints apart from her own to show that Jonas was out here. So where the hell was he?

  Lily stood in the snow and looked back toward the house. Which was when she saw that, although the main structure was all on one level, there was attic space above, with a huge picture window on one side of the house. The six-inch layer of snow prevented her from seeing if there were any windows in the roof, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any. Could Jonas be up in the attic space for some reason?

  There was only one way to find out.

  Chapter 8

  “There’s more snow forecast for later today.”

  Lily wasn’t surprised Jonas knew of her presence in the attic before she had a chance to speak to him. She hadn’t exactly been quiet in her climb up the metal spiral staircase.

  It had taken her some time to find that staircase. A thorough search of the empty rooms downstairs had drawn a complete blank. There was no access to the attic space above in any of them.

  The only room left to try was Jonas’s bedroom.

  Lily had taken a break to drink a cup of coffee and then taken another look for that access outside before venturing into the privacy of Jonas’s bedroom. And there it was, in the corner of the room, a spiral staircase leading up into the roof space. The fact that it was hidden away in Jonas’s bedroom probably meant no one else was supposed to go up there but him.

  Lily had thought of calling out to him, to let him know she was on her way up, but in the end, she decided she was too annoyed to bother. She had been searching for him for over an hour now and would have appreciated a heads-up on where he was, along with the coffee he had made and left for her.

  Jonas turned on the stool he was sitting on. “I said—”

  “I heard you…” she cut in distractedly, her attention all on the work in progress on the painted canvas in front of him.

  In fact, the whole studio was full of paintings. Even to Lily’s untrained eyes, it was obvious that the artist’s style was the same as the paintings hanging on the wall in the bedroom she was using. Bold, colorful strokes, the half-completed painting on the easel obviously of the scene outside the huge picture window.

  It was beautiful.

  Jonas had man
aged to capture every bit of color there was, the different shading of white and gray in the snow, the heavy branches of the fir trees, so lifelike Lily felt as if she could almost reach out and touch those different shades of green. Even the sky was a strange mix of shades of gray, orange, and pink. Obviously the sunrise from earlier this morning.

  Which meant that Jonas had been here in his studio for some time.

  Her gaze moved up to meet his. “I didn’t realize you painted.”

  He shrugged broad shoulders in the fitted black T-shirt. “No reason why you should.”

  She crossed the room to get a closer look at the painting. “You’re good. You’re very good.”

  “Thank you.”

  She glanced at him. “I meant that sincerely.”

  “Never said you didn’t.”

  “Your tone implied it.”

  “You’re spoiling for a fight.”

  Her jaw tightened. “I would have appreciated knowing where you were, but I’m not spoiling for a fight. You should paint professionally, Jonas.” Her attention returned to the canvas.

  “I paint to relax, not for profit.”

  And there was no doubting he was very relaxed. More so than Lily had ever seen him, in fact. His shoulders weren’t tensed like they usually were, and his face had fewer sharp angles this morning too. There was even warmth in those piercing blue eyes when he looked at her.

  “Do you want to come outside and build a snowman?” Lily prompted impetuously.

  Jonas’s splutter of laughter was completely spontaneous, and it made him look years younger. The hardness was gone from his eyes, and there were deep grooves in his cheeks, his teeth very white against his burnished skin.

  “Oh, come on, Jonas,” she wheedled. “I’ve been looking for you for ages, and it’s years since—”

  “Since…?” he prompted at she stopped speaking abruptly.

  She sighed. “When my parents were alive, we had a house in the country. My brothers are all a lot older than me, but even they used to come outside and have snowball fights when it snowed. We moved into London shortly after my parents died. It rarely snows there, and even when it does, it doesn’t stay long.”