He made no response, indeed he gave no indication he had even heard her.
Bella waited for several long seconds before lifting her arms up tentatively and sliding them gently about his waist, hearing him draw in a hissing breath as she did so. She could feel the way that his body became even more rigid beneath her hands as s
he rested them on his abdomen.
Realising her mistake, she started to draw away.
‘No!’ Griffin’s hands moved up to hold those slender arms about his waist. ‘Stay exactly where you are,’ he ordered as his body relaxed against Bella’s warmth and the soft press of her breasts against his back.
It had been so long since any woman had voluntarily offered him the comfort of her arms other than for that brief prelude occasionally offered before the sexual act began.
Griffin’s eyes closed as he now savoured the sensation of just being held. Of having no expectations asked of him, other than to stand here and accept those slender arms about his waist. At the same time as Bella’s softness continued to warm him through his clothing.
Griffin had not realised until now just how much he had missed having a woman’s undemanding and tenderness of feeling. He had not allowed himself to feel hunger for those things that he knew could never be his.
He had to marvel at Bella, giving that tenderness and warmth so freely, when circumstances surely dictated she was the one in need of that comfort.
For the moment Griffin did not want to think about those circumstances, to give thought to the fact he knew nothing about this young woman. Why should he, when he had known even less about the women in whose bodies he had taken his pleasure these past six years? No, for now he intended to simply enjoy the moment.
Bella had not moved since Griffin had instructed her not to. But she still couldn’t stop thinking about the wife he’d lost so tragically.
Had Griffin been very much in love with her?
Had their marriage been a happy one?
Had Griffin been nursing a broken heart since losing his wife?
Could that broken heart be the reason he had never remarried?
‘Your thoughts are so loud, Bella, I can almost hear them,’ Griffin chided dryly.
‘Can you?’ she breathed shallowly, sincerely hoping that was not the case. Griffin seemed such a private man, so closed off within himself, that she was sure he would not appreciate learning of the many questions about him still raging inside her head.
‘Oh, yes,’ he murmured as he slowly turned in her arms.
Bella’s breath caught in her throat as she found herself so suddenly facing him. It had been so much easier to hold Griffin when she was not looking up into his mesmerising and handsome face.
When she could still breathe.
When her thoughts had not suddenly turned to mush.
When he could not see how her body was betraying her responses to him. Her face felt flushed, eyes fever-bright, and the tips of her breasts had become swollen and sensitive beneath the material of her overlarge gown. She also felt an unfamiliar sensation low down between her thighs.
Griffin’s large hands moved up to cup her cheeks as he tilted her face up to his, looking down searchingly. ‘Are you a witch?’ he murmured gruffly.
Bella could not look away from the compelling heat in those silver eyes. ‘I do not think so.’
He gave a slow shake of his head. ‘I think you must be.’
‘Why must I?’
His eyes darkened, his expression grim. ‘Because you have made me want you!’
Her heart leapt in her chest at the fierceness with which he delivered the admission.
There was such an unmistakeable underlying anger in Griffin’s voice, telling her that he resented those feelings.
Because he still loved his dead wife, and the desire he now felt for Bella was a betrayal to those feelings?