For over two hundred years, London-based security and private investigator, Ramsey Weiss has existed as the quintessential confirmed bachelor. New Years’ Day he is dispatched to Paris, France, to rescue an abducted cosmetics company heiress. In the melee, he butts heads with an unexpected woman.
“Why are you continuing to speak in French? Trying to impress me, or what?”
“I don’t know. The language of love, I guess. Or maybe because you might know I mean this is real. After a few days with you, I realized there could be such a thing as love at first sight. I adore you, want you and don’t give a bloody damn how old you are. You are sexy, feisty, and the woman I want to spend a lot of years with, if not forever. Enough talking.” He lowered his head poised to capture her lips again.
His heart beat faster, almost painfully so watching her strain for words to say. She doesn’t want me and is letting me down gently? This must be how C.J. felt when Payton denied him.
She continued to speak, “You should have a gorgeous woman on your arm and in your bed. I can’t ever be that for you.”
Letting her go was not an option. With outstretched arms, he pulled her close against his chest. “Shut up woman and stop over-thinking how you feel. Kiss me.” Then he stifled any more words before they could be spoken, pressing her full and throbbing lips to his own.
Camille moaned into his mouth and then he felt the towel fall from around her, dropping into a pile at his feet. He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed, placing her gently on the rumpled down comforter.
Their gazes maintained contact as he situated himself next to her. “Baby, I only want to do this if you desire,” his voice now a rich, velvety tone filled with longing.“Yes, I want you too, Ramsey, but I’m afraid. Promise you won’t break my heart. I’m getting too old for that kind of pain.”