Page 247 of Storm of Bells
I was going to have her! To take her, righthere and now! I was going to—
That was when my lady wife grabbed me by theshorthairs and, pulling me down towards her, planted a kiss on mewith the force of a lioness in heat. No, not heat. Fire! It waspure fire, clashing with the arctic cold inside me. The two tangledwith each other, intertwined, and formed a roaring whirlwind ofdesire.
‘Need you!’ I growled. It was more than aconfession. It was a baring of the only part of me that was stilltightly wrapped away: my heart.
We started to move instinctively, our breathsspeeding up. I pressed heated kisses all over her face, her neck,her collarbone. I was just about to dive further downwards, when myentire body froze abruptly.
Why?
Because she was reaching into a drawer of thenightstand and, after a moment of searching, pulled out somethingthat I hadnotexpected in the hands of my innocent youngwife.
On the other hand…
This was my littleifrit. Why in thename of all accredited investorswouldn’tI expect somethinglike this from her?
As if I could incinerate the thing with myvery gaze, I stared daggers at the contraceptive in her hand, thenturned my glare on her, telling her exactly what I thought of thisidea. Except…my glare ceased instantly when I saw the expression onher face. Saw the hesitation in her eyes.
Hesitation?
Did that mean she didn’t really want to use…Did that mean she was actually considering for her and me to havea—?
I looked into her eyes.
Making a split second decision, I reachedout, clasping my hand around hers, hiding the object within fromsight. Her eyes flicked to mine, wide open in surprise.
I cocked my head and gazed at her beautifulface, scrutinizing every minute change of expression, a wordlessquestion in my eyes. Outside, I was a picture of icy calm, butinside me, there was a raging storm! Was I pushing her? Was Iforcing her into something she didn’t want to do, or—
My thoughts abruptly cut off as her handopened and turned. The contraceptive fluttered to the ground,discarded. Her eyes met mine once more, a wordless answer shiningin them.
The storm inside my heart expanded, no,exploded into a fierce, unstoppable hurricane. Bending down towardsher, I lifted her now empty hand to my lips, pressing a kiss to herpalm. ‘I love you.’
I saw her throat bob as she swallowed,hard.
‘I love you too.’
Those words were all it took. The conflictingemotions inside me morphed into an unstoppable flood of desire, andthe flood gates promptly burst. Tightening my grip on her hand, Islammed her arm into the soft mattress, then the other. With ananimalistic growl, I plunged down to kiss her for one fierce, fierysecond—then enveloped her in my arms with all my might, pulling hercloser until there wasn’t even a breath of air between us. I feltthe heat of her body burning into me, her heart pounding againstme.
Lowering my head, I took her mouth in anotherferocious kiss. ‘I love you!’
In the fading sunlight, I saw one corner ofher mouth twitch. ‘Repeating yourself, Mr Ambrose? What anoutrageously superfluous use of words!’
My eyes bored into her with unrelentingforce. ‘Not when applied to you.’
I had not expected the reaction those wordswould provoke. A fiery explosion flashed deep in her eyes. Shetightened her hold and, before I knew what was happening, she gavea shove. For one moment I thought she was trying to push me off thebed—until I ended up on my back, still very much on the mattress,with her on top of me.
She.
On top ofme. Mr Rikkard Ambrose!
I opened my mouth to order her to getoff—just in time for her heated mouth to crash onto mine.Apparently, she was very much determined to get off, in a certainsense of the word, and I was not going to stop her. With burningpassion, she returned my kiss from earlier, every move of her mouthor twist of her tongue sending arcs of electricity down my spine.What…what was I going to say again?
‘M-miss Linton!’
‘My, my, Sir.’ I couldfeelher lips,still pressed against mine, curve into a smile. ‘Is your memorythis short-lived?’
I blinked, opening my eyes that had somehowclosed halfway through her kiss attack.
‘Sh-short-lived?’
