Rare and Precious Things (25 page)

I took a deep breath and gripped my calf. I
counted to three, and twisted it to where it was supposed to be…and passed the fuck out.

SO
very cold. I registered the icy temperature, but had no idea how much time had passed. Could be minutes. Or hours. Probably not hours, though. Hours up here would kill me from hypothermia. Was I dying?

N
o. No! I refused to believe I was. My body could withstand more than this, and had in the past. I was strong. I couldn’t die. I had to get back to Brynne…and our baby. I couldn’t leave them alone. They both needed me. I promised her I would come back. I wasn’t going to die up here.

All
I needed was to get warm. Warm. Brynne was warm. The warmest place I could imagine was Brynne wrapped around me when I was making love to her. Brynne was my warm, safe place, right from the very first. And even if my conscious mind didn’t know it at the time, my heart most certainly did.

I
went to where I could feel her warmth…

…I knew the moment when she stepped into the room. The real Brynne Bennett was even more captivating in the flesh than in her portrait—which gratefully, now belonged to me. She sipped from a glass of champagne and studied her image on the gallery wall. I wondered how she saw herself. Was she confident? Unforgiving? Or somewhere in between?

“There’s my girl.
” Clarkson said, hugging her from behind. “It’s smashing isn’t it? And you have the most beautiful feet of any woman on the planet.”

“Everything you do looks good,
Ben, even my feet.” She turned around and asked him, “So, you sell anything yet? Let me rephrase. How many have you sold?”

I could hear everything they said to each other.

“Three so far and I think this one’s going very soon,” Clarkson said. “Don’t be obvious, but see the tall bloke in the grey suit, black hair, speaking with Carole Andersen? He’s inquired. Seems he’s quite taken by your gorgeous naked self. Probably going to go for a good palm session soon as he can get the canvas all to himself. How’s that make you feel, Brynne luv? Some rich toff pulling his pud to the sight of your unearthly beauty.”

I fucking wish. They get to keep it for six long months.

“Shut up, that’s just nasty. Don’t tell me things like that or I’ll have to stop taking jobs.” She shook her head at him like he was daft. “It’s a damn good thing I love you, Benny Clarkson.” “It’s true though,” Clarkson rambled along, “and that chap hasn’t stopped eyeballing you since you glided in here. And he’s not gay.”

“You’re going to hell, Benny, for saying such things,” she told him as she looked over and checked me out. I could feel her eyes on me, but I kept to my conversation with the director and played it cool.

“I’m right, huh?” Clarkson asked her.

“About the jerking off? No possible way, Benny! He’s far too beautiful to have to resort to his hand for an orgasm.”

Oh
, fuck.
I couldn’t help my stare then. Impossible to look away when I’d just heard those words come out of her mouth.
She likes what she sees.
References to my cock and getting off—from her—and a whole new game plan reorganized itself in that moment. I had to meet her tonight, and that was all there was to it.

But she got spooked and gulped down her champagne, and said goodbye to her friend
.

Wait, don’t go yet.

I watched her contemplate whether to hail a cab or walk. Her legs were long and fucking gorgeous, anybody could see that, and when she turned towards the station I knew she’d made her decision. I couldn’t allow it. If someone was after her they’d have the perfect opportunity as she walked alone, and the thought of anybody wanting to hurt her did something to my insides I’d never felt before.

“It’s a very bad idea, Brynne.
Don’t risk it. Let me give you a ride.”

She froze on the pavement, and
turned stiffly to face me. “I don’t know you at all,” she said.

Yo
u will, beautiful American girl…you will.

I
smiled at her and gestured toward the Rover, not even very much aware of what the fuck I was doing. I just needed to get closer.

But s
he took a deep swallow and a defensive stance, and called my bluff. “Yet you call me by name and—and expect me to get in a car with you? Are you crazy?”

Barking mad
.
I came closer and offered my hand. “Ethan Blackstone.”

“How do you even know my name?”
God, I loved the sound of her voice…sexy as fuck all.

“I just bought
Brynne’s Repose
from the Andersen Gallery for a nice sum not fifteen minutes ago. And I’m fairly sure I’m not mentally impaired. Sounds more PC than crazy don’t you think?”

She tentatively reached out her hand. I took it. I grabbed hold of her and covered her hand with mine. The instant our bodies touched something happened inside my chest. A spark, heat—I don’t know what, but something. God, her eyes were unusual. I couldn’t say what their colour was precisely. I didn’t care though, I just wanted to look at them for a long fucking time and figure it out.

“Brynne Bennett.”

“And now we know each other—
Brynne, Ethan.” I gestured with my head toward the Rover. “Will you let me take you home?”

She
swallowed again, her lovely throat moving in a slow pull. “Why do you care so much?”

Easy answer, that.
“Because I don’t want anything to happen to you? Because those heels look lovely at the end of your legs, but will be hell to walk in? Because it’s dangerous for a woman alone at night in the city?” I couldn’t help looking her up from head to toe to make my point. She must know how fucking hot she was. “Especially one that looks like you, Miss Bennett.”

“What if you’re not safe?”

If she only knew why I was here. I wonder what she would say to me then.

“I still don’t know you or anything about you, or if Ethan B
lackstone is your real name.”

Miss Brynne Bennett was a smart girl. I admired her honesty and
pluck in not giving in to ride with a complete stranger, with no fuss at all. She was Tom Bennett’s daughter all right.

“You have a point in that.
And it’s one I can rectify easily.” I showed her my driving licence and handed her a business card. “You may keep that,” I told her. “I’m very busy at my job, Miss Bennett. I have absolutely no time for a hobby as a serial killer, I promise you.”

She
laughed.

It was the most beautiful fucking sound I’d ever heard.

“Good one, Mr. Blackstone.” She put my card away, and then she said something that really pleased me. “All right. You can give me a ride.”

Oh yeah, baby, I can.
Thoughts of just how I could give her a ride made my cock sit up and take notice. I couldn’t help my grin. Miss Bennett had absolutely no idea what she was doing to me with her innocent comments. If I ever got the chance to give her a
ride
in my bed, it would be a long and memorable one for sure, because I didn’t take women to my bed. I think she could be the exception to my rule though.

What in the mother fuck is wrong with you?!
I thought, as I put my hand to her back and steered her towards the Rover. I liked how she allowed me to do it. And I could finally smell her. Flowery, feminine, and fucking amazing. I wondered if the scent was perfume or something she used on her hair. Whatever it was, I wanted to bury my nose up against her neck and get a lungful of it—she smelled that good to me.

I settled her into her seat and felt a thrill once I
’d shut myself in with her. I had this beautiful girl alone in my car with me. She was safe and nobody was going to get to her while she walked alone in the dark. I could also talk to her, and listen to her voice. I could smell her, and look at her, admire her long legs folded in the seat beside me, and imagine how it would be having those beautiful legs split on either side of my cock…

I asked her where she lived.

“Nelson Square in Southwark.”

Not the best location, but could be worse. “You are American,” I said, thinking of nothing better.

“I am here on scholarship at the University of London. Graduate program.”

I knew that of course, but I really wanted to know about her
other
job. “And the modelling?”

My question flustered her. Understandable, I suppose. I knew what she looked like naked.
Fucking spectacular.
“Um, I—I posed for my friend, the photographer, Benny Clarkson. He asked me, and it helps pay the bills, you know?”

“Not really, but I
do love the portrait of you, Miss Bennett.” I kept my eyes on the road.

She
did not like my questioning her. It made her defensive. I swear, she literally sizzled in her seat before letting me have it.

“Well, my own personal international corporation never came through like yours did, Mr. Blackstone.
I resorted to modelling. I like sleeping in a bed as opposed to a park bench. And heat. The winters here suck!”

Oh, fuck, yeah, she’s amazing
.
“In my experience, I’ve found many things here that
suck
.” I glanced over and pegged her glittering eyes, moving down to her lips, imagining them wrapped around my cock, thoroughly enjoying winding her up by my reply.

“Well, we agree on something then.” She rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes.

“Headache?”

“Yeah. How did you know?”

I got the chance to take another long, leisurely look at her.
“Merely a guess. No dinner, just the champagne you gulped back at the gallery, and now it’s late and your body is putting up a protest.” I tilted my head. “How’d I do?”

She looked at me as if
her mouth had gone dry.

“I just need two aspirin and some water and I’ll be fine.”

That’s no good at all.
“When did you last eat some food, Brynne?”

“So,
we’re back to first names again?”

Yes, we are, baby.
I didn’t like her not taking care of herself. She needed to eat like everyone else. After a moment she said something about making food when she got home.
At this late hour? For fuck’s sake, that will simply not do, Brynne.

I pulled into a corner shop and told her to stay in the car, I’d be right back. I got her
a bottled water, a packet of Nurofen and a protein bar that looked palatable. I just hoped she would accept them from me.

“What did you need to get in the store—”

Not a worry. She took the water as soon as she spotted it and started drinking. I removed the pills from the packet for her and held them open in my hand. She too
k those too, and gulped them down, draining the bottle quickly. I set the protein bar on her knee.

“Now eat it—please.”

She sighed, a long, shuddering breath that made my cock twitch again, and opened the bar slowly. But something changed in her demeanor as she took a bite and started chewing. I sensed melancholy from her when she bowed her head and whispered, “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.
Everyone needs the basics, Brynne. Food, water…a bed.”

She didn’t respond to my
subtle reprimand.

“What’s your a
ctual street address?” I asked.

“41 Franklin Crossing.”

I headed back on the road and in a moment, heard her mobile chirp. She responded to a text and seemed to relax a bit after that. A few moments later, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Having her
comfortable and feeling safe with me flipped some kind of switch inside my head. I couldn’t say what exactly, because it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I just knew I fucking liked the feeling. I did something reckless then. I wasn’t proud of what I did, but that didn’t stop me from doing it. I carefully took her mobile from her lap and called my number with it.

“Brynne, wake up.”
I leaned in and touched her shoulder, speaking close enough to smell her natural scent. Her eyelids twitched erratically, the long lashes sweeping down onto creamy skin with just a hint of olive to it. Was she dreaming? Her lips were full and dark pink, barely parted as she breathed. A few loose strands of her long brown hair fell over one cheek. I wanted to lift it to my nose and smell it.