Fortune's Forbidden Woman. Heidi Betts
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opposite sex in high school, not once she’d begun to fill out with those soft, feminine curves and grown into her striking half-Yankton-Sioux features. The long, black hair, chocolate-brown doe eyes and ripe little body had had boys panting after her like a mare in heat.
He pounded again, louder and longer this time. Across the street a dog barked, and inside he thought he heard movement. A second later a light flicked on and the door swung open.
He took a moment to hope she’d checked the peephole first, then rational thought spun away as he took in her tousled hair, drowsy eyes and the short, faded nightshirt that seemed to cling in all the right places.
With a tired sigh, she leaned against the edge of the door and let her lashes flutter to half-mast. “Now what do you want, Creed? In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s the middle of the night and some people are trying to sleep.”
“At least we know you’re sleeping alone, don’t we?”
A spark flashed in her narrowed eyes. “Go to hell,” she said, and made a move to slam the door in his face.
He stuck out his booted foot, blocking the motion. It didn’t keep her from pressing forward and throwing her body against the heavy wood.
“Get your foot out of the door, Creed. Go bother someone else and let me go back to bed.”
He added his knee and upper body to the battle, causing her to grunt as he pushed her back and forced his way into the house. Kicking the door closed behind him, he leaned against it and crossed his arms over his chest. Maya did the same, retreating several steps until she’d put what he was sure she felt was a safe distance between them.
“Adding forced entry to your résumé these days?” she asked belligerently.
He shrugged, keeping his face blank even as heat started to pump through his blood and pool near the region of his groin. Dammit, why did she have to be so beautiful?
She was his stepsister, for God’s sake. Not related by blood in any way, but related through the marriage of his father to her mother.
No matter how you cut it, she was forbidden fruit, and he had no business lusting after her. No business at all.
Never mind that he’d secretly been doing just that since she’d hit puberty. He was ten years too old for her, and supposed to play the part of big brother, but still he’d wanted her.
Why did she have to grow up in so many interesting places? Why couldn’t she have remained a plain and gawky child forever?
Tamping down his errant thoughts, he kicked away from the door and headed toward her. “If I have to,” he said in answer to her question.
“What are you doing, Creed?” She continued her backward shuffle, occasionally bumping into the wall or glancing behind her to make sure the path was clear. “Why are you here?”
“Do I need a reason?” he asked, never breaking eye contact.
“Yes. You do. Have you found out something about my mother? If so, tell me and then get out. Otherwise, just get out.”
They both stopped moving. One corner of his mouth lifted in a humorless half grin. Since when had she become so good at telling him off and ordering him around? It certainly was a change from the quiet, meek girl she’d been when they were kids.
“No, nothing about your mother. The private investigators are still working on it. I’m here because of what you said on the phone.”
Her expression flickered, the hard, angry glint in her eyes being replaced by wary uncertainty. He even thought he saw a touch of pink color her high cheekbones.
“I ruined you for other men?” he pressed. “Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
She flinched. A small, almost imperceptible motion, and the only sign that she was uncomfortable with the topic of conversation. But he caught it, and some part of him reveled in his ability to shake her.
“Nothing.” Her voice was low and she gave one quick, jerky shake of her head. “It doesn’t mean anything. I was tired and worried about my mom. I didn’t know what I was saying.”
Valiant effort, but he didn’t buy it.
He took another step forward. “Guess that means Brad isn’t getting any, huh? Nearly a year of sniffing around your skirts, and he gets nothing for his trouble. Poor, pathetic loser.”
Her chin went up at that, her shoulders squaring as she straightened her spine. “Look who’s talking. I may not be sleeping with Brad, he may not be ‘getting any,’ but at least he’s a gentleman. He would never barge into my house and corner me like this. He would never accuse me of being a tramp, or make me feel like one the way you did just because a boy sweet-talked me into his car when I was seventeen and then attacked me.”
It was his turn to flinch, but only on the inside. He remembered that night as though it were yesterday. Stumbling upon Maya and her current boyfriend—or at least one of the boys she’d been hanging out with quite a bit that summer, ever since the opposite sex had begun to take notice of her fine feminine form…Taking notice of the tell-tale rocking of the shiny Trans Am and the noises that were emanating from inside…and then realizing Maya’s cries weren’t of the pleasurable variety.
He remembered the fury he’d felt as he’d opened the driver’s side door and yanked the boy out by the scruff of his neck. The kid—some varsity football jock with a letterman jacket—had been lucky to get away with only a few scrapes and bruises, because Creed had sincerely considered killing the little bastard.
As it was, he’d given the jerk a beating he wouldn’t soon forget. Then he’d dragged Maya home, filling her ears with lectures and invectives the whole way.
“That’s why you won’t sleep with Brad McKenzie?” He made a scoffing sound, his mouth twisting into a wry smirk. “He must not be very persuasive. I could have you begging for it in two seconds flat.”
Any intimidation or discomfort Maya might have been feeling flew out the window at his cocky remark. Her brown eyes glittered dangerously and every muscle in her body went rigid. She’d been backed up until her calves hit the edge of the sofa, but now she took a single, confident step forward.
“Oh, really. And just how would you manage that? Twist my arm until I told you what you wanted to hear, whether it was true or not?”
Her words were like gasoline thrown on an already raging brush fire. The low-level desire humming through his system suddenly ratcheted up several notches to full, mind-numbing throttle.
He reached out, taking her by the wrist and tugging her against his chest.
“No,” he breathed. “Like this.”
And then he took her mouth with his.
Two
For a moment Maya froze, so stunned her mind went blank and her body refused to move. But Creed’s lips were firm, his body hot, his arms like steel bands where he held her tight against him.
Her eyes slid closed and her fingers curled into his shoulders, kneading like a kitten. She moaned.
How long had she dreamed of this? Of having him kiss her, hold her, want her.
Forever, that’s how long. Since she and her mother had moved into the Fortune Estate and she’d first been introduced to the brooding, much older young man who towered over and intimidated her. Even as a shy, somewhat awkward girl, she’d known her own heart, and her heart had wanted Creed Fortune.
But she’d never truly believed she could have him. Not when he took every opportunity to make it clear she was nothing but a thorn in his side. An uninvited sibling, forced upon him by an unexpected romance between his father and her mother.
Now, though…now she knew she’d been wrong. He’d done a good job of hiding it, but apparently he shared her feelings and wanted