doing and how he should be feeling.
Well intentioned, of course, but totally suffocating and tiring to control. Claiming independence by moving as far away as he could had been the best thing Alex had ever done. The only way forward.
He could see Sophia now as he led Susie towards the dance floor. The older woman was tugging excitedly on her long-suffering husband’s arm. Pointing in Alex’s direction and talking non-stop. Delivering a verdict, no doubt, on his choice of partner. He could almost hear it. She would lament the fact that Susie was not a ‘nice Greek girl’ but within a breath or two she would be cooing about the beautiful babies that could eventuate.
It was almost enough to take away the pleasure of finally satisfying his desire to touch Susie.
Almost.
As they reached the dance floor, Susie turned and came into his arms. There was a question in her eyes as she looked up and caught his gaze. An expectation. That it was simply curiosity about his ability to dance felt too shallow. The chemistry going on here was far more powerful than that. Alex felt as if he was standing on the edge of an emotional precipice.
Where was the self-control he prided himself on so much in such areas of his life? Sucked into the ether somehow. Non-existent. Gone to the same place as that barrier that should have kept Susie from getting this close. It was too late now. There was no way he could step back.
He didn’t want to. He wanted to dance. To touch this woman and move with her, the music flowing around them. And the moment they started moving, a whole new dimension opened. Susie was either naturally gifted or she had taken more than a few dance classes. The way her body moved was like touching the music he was hearing. As they grew more used to each other, he found it effortless to lead her. To provide the foil to let her interpret the music exactly the way she wanted to. To step and twirl and dip until she was laughing from the sheer joy of it and the hem of her dress was swirling high enough to reveal glimpses of smooth brown thighs.
Dancing was not going to be enough. They could dance until dawn and it still wouldn’t be enough. How soon would this function wind up?
How soon could Alex offer to escort Susie back to her suite?
Why hadn’t it occurred to Susie that Alex would dance as well as everything else he did in his life?
Or how dangerous it had been to accept that invitation?
Dancing was a revelation. It could tell you so much about the person. About their finesse, consideration of others, self-confidence. Even the need to control. It could be an exploration of someone’s personality that could tell you far more than you might consciously recognise.
It was also a potent fuel. Dangerously inflammable. It was probably one of the fastest routes to falling in love ever invented, and Susie was, quite literally, being swept off her feet.
Falling in love with a man who made her feel like no man had ever made her feel.
Beautiful. Talented. Something to be cherished.
Experience had shown her that a man’s talents on the dance floor could be correlated rather closely to his talents in the bedroom. By the end of the evening, hesitating for more than a moment when Alex offered to escort her upstairs required enormous self-control.
She did try a little harder when they reached the door of the penthouse suite.
‘Is someone with Stella? Are they expecting you back?’
‘No.’ Alex was standing very close as Susie fumbled with the room card. ‘She’s staying in the dormitory tonight. They were having an evening of ghost stories and she said she didn’t want to sleep in a room on her own after that. Here, let me do that for you.’
The door swung open but Susie didn’t move. She looked up at Alex.
She didn’t want to sleep in a room on her own, either.
In fact, sleeping wasn’t on any desirable agenda.
For the longest moment, their gazes were locked. Slowly—with infinite care—Alex reached up and brushed a strand of hair from Susie’s cheek. Having completed their task, his fingers hovered for a heartbeat. And then another. And then those fingers went into the hair at the back of Susie’s head. Cradling her skull as he bent and touched his lips to hers.
A brief, gentle kiss. Just enough to make every nerve ending catch fire with a heat that was white hot. His eyes closed for only a second. Susie knew that because her own flew open in response to the intensity of the heat being generated and she found herself looking into black pools like the ones she had seen last night.
Pools she knew it would be easy to fall into.
She wanted to fall. No. She already had.
This was it. A wordless question, and she had no words with which to answer it.
None were needed. Alex saw exactly what she wanted him to see. He took her hand and led her inside the suite, pushing the door softly closed behind them.
C ONCENTRATE !
This had to be important. An urgent staff meeting for every available medic on Wallaby Island would not be called for something that wasn’t of major significance.
Susie tried to catch the anxiety she could see on the faces around her as she walked into the lecture theatre that was part of the convention centre at the resort. It wasn’t easy. She felt as if she was floating above the scene. The way she had already floated through the first part of today—on autopilot, as she’d helped Jack and other children through their airway clearance sessions.
The way she had floated, early this morning, from the bed she had shared with Alex last night.
Part of it would be due to fatigue, she realised, climbing the steps to slip into one of the tiered seats. You couldn’t indulge in mind-blowingly incredible sex for an entire night without being left a little on the tired side.
Another part was due to Susie being in a mental space she’d never discovered before. A space that felt alarmingly perfect. As exciting as the most thrilling roller-coaster ride imaginable but, at the same time, as secure as a trusted shoulder to cry on. A wild ride that was, paradoxically, soft and comforting.
Was this what being on cloud nine was all about?
The area at the base of the seating featured a lecturn and people were positioning themselves. Charles was there. So was Beth Stuart, talking to a tall man Susie didn’t recognise. Beth took a seat and the buzz of speculative conversation in the room died down. Late arrivals found spare seats.
Miranda sat beside Susie, who noticed that Nick— the father of one of Miranda’s young asthma patients— was accompanying her. The look and smile the couple exchanged as they settled hurriedly into their seats made it very clear they were together in more than a professional sense. Goodness, when had that happened? It was enough to prompt Susie to scan the rest of the room more carefully.
Where
