Chapter 6

Carmichael Estate...

Fox's bedroom

"Teresa, are you sure you want to do this? Fox asked as he stared into her lovely eyes.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life. Make love to me Fox," Teresa murmured huskily.

Fox pressed a kiss on her upturned mouth and led her to the bed. When she was sitting at the edge of the mattress he knelt in front of her and removed her shoes. Unable to resist he kissed each delicate foot and then made his way up her legs until he'd reached the back of her knees and had pressed butterfly kisses on her sensitive flesh. Teresa smiled at him tenderly and Fox leaned over to fuse their mouths once more in a hot, torrid kiss. When she tangled her hands in his hair and pressed him closer to her he fell back on the bed, pulling her with him.

The kiss was slow and unhurried and as their mouths mated and their tongues dueled Fox's deft fingers pulled the sweater Teresa wore over her head and unclasped her bra. When her full, lush breasts fell into his hands, he let out a soft moan and took one tight, beaded nipple into his mouth.

"Oh Fox, that feels so good. Don't stop," Teresa cried out.

With more tenderness than he'd ever shown any other woman, Fox continued to suckle her breast, feasting on them as if he were a starving man gorging on a banquet. Teresa's cries further intensified his desire and a desperate Fox hastily removed her skirt and panties so she lay naked before him. Worshipping her with his eyes, he traced a hand over her navel until he'd reached the dark curls that shielded her from his eyes. Feeling how wet she was he began stroking her warmth with his finger but then his insatiable hunger for her got the best of him and he replaced his finger with his mouth.

He just had to taste her

When his tongue began to stroke the sweet warmth, Teresa let out a soft moan and her hips began to thrust against him. Fox continued the sweet torment until Teresa let out a soft cry and collapsed against him. When her shudders had subsided, Fox pressed another kiss against her warm mouth and then rolled away from her.

Teresa looked up at him from startled eyes but her wonder sooned turned to admiration when he began to undress.

"He's beautiful," she thought.

When Fox was as naked as she, he strolled back to the bed and pulled her against him.

"Now the fun really starts," he murmured against her ear.

The sudden screeching of the alarm had him jumping up in bed and he pulled the pillow over his head before closing his eyes once more. The dream he'd been having had been too lovely to give up. It seemed fate had other plans cause no sooner had he closed his eyes than his door slammed opened and someone was pulling up the blinds so that the morning light streamed in.

"Fox, Fox wake up. Wake up," Samantha hissed with frustration.

She and Fox had an early breakfast meeting with one of their most important clients and Fox had overslept.

"Foxxxxxx," she yelled yanking the covers and snatching the pillow he cradled so tenderly in his arms.

Fox blinked and smiled sleepily up at his sister. "Teresa?" he asked.

Samantha laughed and rolled her eyes wondering which one of his bimbos her brother had been dreaming about.

"Sorry to disappoint you," she replied cheekily and Fox blinked again, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he gazed at his obnoxious twin.

"Sam? Whatcha doing in my bedroom so early in the morning?" he asked.

"We have an early breakfast meeting with Mr. Fuggi. Did you forget?" Samantha replied sweetly.

"Sht, I did forget," Fox mumbled sleepily and Sam laughed.

"Here, drink this while you shower and I'll pick out something for you to wear." Samantha replied handing her brother a steam filled mug of coffee.

Fox stumbled out of bed, grasped the ceramic mug with both hands and shuffled to the bathroom. Morning was most definitely not his best time. But as he remembered the dream he'd had, a satisified smile curved his lips. The dream had been so real, so erotic he could still feel Teresa's silken skin under his hands.

"It's only a matter of time," he thought

When he'd dropped Teresa off at her hotel last night, she'd given him a quick peck on the cheek and then thanked him for everything he'd done. As casually as he could, Fox had asked her what her plans were for the next day and she'd told him she and her mother would be heading back to Harmony early in the morning. Masking his disappointment as well he could, Fox had wheedled her address out of her and made her promise to write or call him if she was ever in town again. She'd smiled and told him she would before disappearing inside her room.

"Won't you be surprised when you find me on your doorstep, my beautiful dreamer?" he muttered aloud.

Fairchild Hotel

"Teresa, we need to hurry or we're going to miss the bus, mija," Pilar told her daughter with a frown.

Teresa stared at her mother blankly, her mind on the evening she'd shared with Fox. She'd never been drawn to anyone as quickly as she'd warmed to him. It seemed as if she'd known him forever instead of a few hours. And the thought of leaving the city, of leaving him behind, made her panic. She knew, deep in her soul that she and Fox had been fated to meet. She couldn't just walk away.

"Mama, I don't want to go home," she replied suddenly and Pilar stared at her with amazement.

"Teresa..." Pilar began but Teresa pressed a hand to her mouth to stop the onslaught of protests.

"Mama, I don't want to go back to Harmony to face all my memories. Everywhere I turn I'm going to be reminded of all that I lost. Boston is a beautiful city and we can start fresh here. Please Mama, don't make me go back," Teresa implored.

Pilar stared at her daughter for a few seconds before nodding her head. A change of scenery might do her daughter good and if truth be told she had come to find Harmony a bit stifling in recent years. A fresh start would do them both good.

"Alright, mija, if you want to stay we'll stay. Let me call your brother to tell him we won't be returning and then we'd better start looking for jobs. Until the house sells we won't have much cash," she murmured practically and Teresa smiled at her mother's pragmatism.

"I guess I won't have to say after all," Teresa murmured to herself staring at the slip of paper in her hand.

Fox had scrawled his name and address on the napkin before escorting her to the door and told her to call him if she was ever in town again or if she needed anything.

"Don't be shy," he'd teased.

Staring thoughtfully at the paper Teresa made up her mind to call him as soon as she could. He was the only person she knew in Boston. It couldn't hurt to ask him for help. That's what friends were for.