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. He s watching me closely, and mymind reflects back to that day when Ifound myself trapped and silently willinghim on. And the bed is new. Really? I blurt, a little shocked.He laughs. Really. Why? Because I m not having you in a bed thatothers have& His frown line surfaces again. frequented. he finishes. And no one has been in this room sinceme? I ask.He kicks his trousers off and draws hisboxers down his legs. Only me.Get yourunderwear off.I want you naked.I reach down and push my knickers frommy legs. Did you sit in here quietly andthink about me? I ask on a grin.He strides over to a unit of drawers andpulls the top one open. More than youknow. he answers quietly, turning andholding up a bra.My bra. That s my bra! I blurt.I have a suddenflurry of flashbacks from when hecornered me.I left my bra, and he stored itthere all this time?He chucks it on the top of the drawers andshrugs sheepishly, then paces over to thebed and slips in beside me.I immediatelycrawl onto his chest and settle myself allover him, my face nuzzling straight into hisneck. Comfy? he asks. Hmmm. I hum, my hands wandering allover the place, needing to feel him andrelish in the flesh on flesh contact.He sat in here quietly and thought of me. He kept my bra.No one has been in here,except me, and he s replaced the bed. How do you feel? he asks, letting mesmother him. I m fine. I sigh.I m fine at the moment,but not for long, no doubt.He matches my sigh. She s fine. I m heldtighter, his heartbeat thumping against mybreastbone. Go to sleep, my beautifulgirl.And I do.My eyes slowly close and I mgone. Chapter 6I open my eyes and stretch.It s an over-the-top, noisy, satisfying, completelycontented extension of my body all overthe bed.Then I smile to myself, listeningto him in the bathroom the sound of thetap jetting out streams of hot water into thetub, him collecting all of the cosmeticshe ll need, and then the unmistakablesound of him swishing the water toinstigate some bubbles.My self-professedbath man is keeping to his word.We regoing to have a long soak in the bath andundoubtedly some tub talk whilst we rethere.Do I want tub talk today?Shuffling myself to the edge of the gigantic bed, I take my naked form over to thesuite s bathroom and lean myself upagainst the doorframe.He s sitting on achair in the window, elbows resting on hisknees, looking out across The Manor sgrounds.He s naked too, every finelytuned muscle protruding from his back andhis dark blonde hair damp from thecondensation filling the vast space.I couldstand all day and watch him, but evenfrom here and with his back to me, I cansee the cogs of his mind racing around at ahundred miles per hour.He s probablythinking about my denial, and he sundoubtedly thinking about how he cankeep me at home.It s Monday tomorrow,therefore a work day.My unreasonable, challenging, neurotic control freak.My ex-playboy.And now my husband.I need to touch him.I approach quietly, my eyes getting moreand more delighted the closer I get, myskin starting to prickle with the usualsparks that simmer between our bodies. Iknow when you re near, beautiful girl.He doesn t look around. You ll never getaway with that.I move around in front of him and climbonto his lap, planting my cheek on hischest. His arms engulf me and his face plummetsinto my hair. Trying to sneak up on me? It never works. It never will.How are you feeling thismorning?I smile into his chest. Fine. Fine. He replies, pulling me in closer. Don t go to work tomorrow.I sag in his lap slightly, even though Iknew what was coming.I agreed to marryhim so soon if he accepted that there willbe no honeymoon, and if he agreed to chillout on the overprotectiveness andunreasonableness.My instincts told mehe d fail on all counts.I pull myself up and face him. I need to work.He shakes his head. You don t need towork at all.We need to be together. We are together. You know what I mean. he grumbles.I m going to get nowhere with this, so Iremove myself from his lap and head forthe bath. What are you doing? he asks my back.I don t need to turn around for visualconfirmation of the scowl I know covershis face. Having a bath. I climb in andsettle back, but almost instantly moveforward to give him space. He climbs in and settles behind me,pulling me back to rest on his chest andhoming straight in on my ear, giving alittle growl and a nibble. I ve told youbefore, don t fight me off. Then stop making unreasonabledemands. I retort harshly.He bites down harder on my lobe. AndI ve also told you that before.There isnothing unreasonable about wanting tokeep you safe. You mean keep me to yourself. I closemy eyes and let my head relax against him,my palms sliding onto his strong, wetthighs. No, His fingers lace through mine. Tokeep you safe. You use that as an excuse for yourunreasonable behaviour. No.You make me crazy. You make yourself crazy.I m going towork tomorrow and you are going to letme, and you re not going to make a fuss ofit.You promised.I feel his mouth at my ear again, and I useevery modicum of strength to restrain mymoan [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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. He s watching me closely, and mymind reflects back to that day when Ifound myself trapped and silently willinghim on. And the bed is new. Really? I blurt, a little shocked.He laughs. Really. Why? Because I m not having you in a bed thatothers have& His frown line surfaces again. frequented. he finishes. And no one has been in this room sinceme? I ask.He kicks his trousers off and draws hisboxers down his legs. Only me.Get yourunderwear off.I want you naked.I reach down and push my knickers frommy legs. Did you sit in here quietly andthink about me? I ask on a grin.He strides over to a unit of drawers andpulls the top one open. More than youknow. he answers quietly, turning andholding up a bra.My bra. That s my bra! I blurt.I have a suddenflurry of flashbacks from when hecornered me.I left my bra, and he stored itthere all this time?He chucks it on the top of the drawers andshrugs sheepishly, then paces over to thebed and slips in beside me.I immediatelycrawl onto his chest and settle myself allover him, my face nuzzling straight into hisneck. Comfy? he asks. Hmmm. I hum, my hands wandering allover the place, needing to feel him andrelish in the flesh on flesh contact.He sat in here quietly and thought of me. He kept my bra.No one has been in here,except me, and he s replaced the bed. How do you feel? he asks, letting mesmother him. I m fine. I sigh.I m fine at the moment,but not for long, no doubt.He matches my sigh. She s fine. I m heldtighter, his heartbeat thumping against mybreastbone. Go to sleep, my beautifulgirl.And I do.My eyes slowly close and I mgone. Chapter 6I open my eyes and stretch.It s an over-the-top, noisy, satisfying, completelycontented extension of my body all overthe bed.Then I smile to myself, listeningto him in the bathroom the sound of thetap jetting out streams of hot water into thetub, him collecting all of the cosmeticshe ll need, and then the unmistakablesound of him swishing the water toinstigate some bubbles.My self-professedbath man is keeping to his word.We regoing to have a long soak in the bath andundoubtedly some tub talk whilst we rethere.Do I want tub talk today?Shuffling myself to the edge of the gigantic bed, I take my naked form over to thesuite s bathroom and lean myself upagainst the doorframe.He s sitting on achair in the window, elbows resting on hisknees, looking out across The Manor sgrounds.He s naked too, every finelytuned muscle protruding from his back andhis dark blonde hair damp from thecondensation filling the vast space.I couldstand all day and watch him, but evenfrom here and with his back to me, I cansee the cogs of his mind racing around at ahundred miles per hour.He s probablythinking about my denial, and he sundoubtedly thinking about how he cankeep me at home.It s Monday tomorrow,therefore a work day.My unreasonable, challenging, neurotic control freak.My ex-playboy.And now my husband.I need to touch him.I approach quietly, my eyes getting moreand more delighted the closer I get, myskin starting to prickle with the usualsparks that simmer between our bodies. Iknow when you re near, beautiful girl.He doesn t look around. You ll never getaway with that.I move around in front of him and climbonto his lap, planting my cheek on hischest. His arms engulf me and his face plummetsinto my hair. Trying to sneak up on me? It never works. It never will.How are you feeling thismorning?I smile into his chest. Fine. Fine. He replies, pulling me in closer. Don t go to work tomorrow.I sag in his lap slightly, even though Iknew what was coming.I agreed to marryhim so soon if he accepted that there willbe no honeymoon, and if he agreed to chillout on the overprotectiveness andunreasonableness.My instincts told mehe d fail on all counts.I pull myself up and face him. I need to work.He shakes his head. You don t need towork at all.We need to be together. We are together. You know what I mean. he grumbles.I m going to get nowhere with this, so Iremove myself from his lap and head forthe bath. What are you doing? he asks my back.I don t need to turn around for visualconfirmation of the scowl I know covershis face. Having a bath. I climb in andsettle back, but almost instantly moveforward to give him space. He climbs in and settles behind me,pulling me back to rest on his chest andhoming straight in on my ear, giving alittle growl and a nibble. I ve told youbefore, don t fight me off. Then stop making unreasonabledemands. I retort harshly.He bites down harder on my lobe. AndI ve also told you that before.There isnothing unreasonable about wanting tokeep you safe. You mean keep me to yourself. I closemy eyes and let my head relax against him,my palms sliding onto his strong, wetthighs. No, His fingers lace through mine. Tokeep you safe. You use that as an excuse for yourunreasonable behaviour. No.You make me crazy. You make yourself crazy.I m going towork tomorrow and you are going to letme, and you re not going to make a fuss ofit.You promised.I feel his mouth at my ear again, and I useevery modicum of strength to restrain mymoan [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]