Page 101 of New Storm Rising
What the heck was I supposed to say? I had fainted. Bloodyfainted! What else did that mean if not fragility?
“I…I was merely taking a spontaneous rest!”
Ah. That. Yes, a brilliant explanation.
“A spontaneous rest? That’s it, is it?” Capturing both arms, he pinned them to the bed. Pinnedmeto the bed. “I could arrange another, if you wish. By tying you to this bed for the next two months!”
“Well…” I couldn’t keep a grin from spreading across my face. “That doesn’t actually sound too bad. Itisour honeymoon, after all.”
Mr Ambrose opened his mouth to respond—until I leaned forward, claiming it.
“Yes.” His voice was deliciously raspy against my lips, giving me a thrill. I had done this. I had successfully changed the mind of Mr Rikkard Ambrose. “It is indeed.”
Slipping free from his grip, my arms snuck around him, pulling him closer. Pulling him on top of me.
He hesitated. “I shouldn’t. You might be injured—”
“I don’t know if I’m injured,” I purred into his ear, “but I know you will be, unless you get a move on and come here!”
And he came. Not inthatway…but who knows what might happen later?
As if Mr Ambrose had heard my thoughts, his hands started wandering over my body, down towards restricted areas. Every touch was a caress, every grasp didn’t just touch my body, but my heart.
Yep, it’sdefinitelyhappening later!
“Mrs Ambrose?” His cold voice sent a shiver down my spine. The adequate kind.
“Y-yes?”
“I am about to claim my conjugal rights!”
My eyes narrowed. “I’m a free woman. The only rights you have over me are the ones I give you.”
“Indeed?”
“Indeed. You’ve got no rights.” Reaching out, I grabbed him by the lapels. “But you might have some lefts.”
Then I pulled him down and kissed him. Hard.
Or at least I thought as much before he kissed me back. Good God…! Had I thought he was greedy for money and power? By the feel of it, there was one thing, and one thing only, that he wanted more.
Me.
Well…who was I to deny my husband?
His wife and secret boss?
Ah, yes, that’s right. But this would be fun.
True. Go for it.
Will you look at that? My inner voice and I had found a subject we agreed on. Miracles truly do happen. And the magnificent man above me was living proof of it. His searing lips were like a brand upon my mouth, marking me permanently as his. When he finally broke away, I was left panting and wanting more.Needingmore.
“You,” he rasped, “are the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“And coming from a man who considers dry bread crusts a delicacy, this is a compliment how, exactly?”
His response was to silence me with another kiss. That is, until his lips started to wander across my face, down the side of my neck and onto…
