Chapter 20
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D ylan repeatedly punched and pummelled his pillow, hoping it might help him fall asleep.
It didn’t. He’d tossed and turned for the last hour, his head filled with images of the woman in the room next door, taunting him to follow through with what he’d started earlier.
Damn, he’d been a fool, allowing her to slip through his fingers, when right now he could be having the best sex of his life with a woman who fired his passion with a simple flick of her hair.
As expected, the evening had bored him to tears, yet he’d been aware of Sam for every second of it. Having her by his side filled him with pride. He’d treated her like a cherished partner, a fact that hadn’t gone unnoticed by his associates.
He’d be the talk of Sydney in the morning. The sooner he escaped back to Melbourne with Sam, the better. Or better yet, he could whisk her away to Budgeree and finish what they’d started.
Why hadn’t he asked what she wanted? He’d walked her back to her room, his hand in the small of her back doing little for his restraint. The feel of her hot skin through the thin, gauzy material of her dress had teased him, tempted him. Instead, he’d stood outside her door, staring at her with what he hoped was a clear message in his eyes, not saying much at all.
He knew she wanted him too yet they’d stared at each other like two dorks, neither willing to make the first move. So he planted an all-too-brief kiss on her cheek, she thanked him for an ‘interesting’ evening, and closed her door, leaving him gawking like a jilted teenager.
So much for sweeping her off her feet and into his bed. All he’d succeeded in doing was gaining another sleepless night, though not for the reason he’d anticipated.
He rolled out of bed and padded across the dark room. He pulled back the blackout drapes, taking in the glittering view of Sydney laid out like a sparkling fairyland many storeys below.
He’d always had a soft spot for this glamorous city, though his heart belonged to the vast tracts of land in northern Victoria where he could ride for miles in solitude and gaze upon the Harmon acreage with pride.
Sam had seemed to understand his love of Budgeree, even though she didn’t share his love of family responsibility. Not that he blamed her, after hearing about her parent’s archaic views on marriage.
He unwittingly clenched his fists at the thought of her tied to that jerk Max. He’d wanted to punch the creep for the lecherous way he’d leered at Sam, not to mention the pitying glance the old man had sent his way, as if he didn’t stand a chance.
Do you want a chance?
Turning away from the million-dollar view, he rubbed his temples and headed back to bed.
Damned if he knew.