Page 188 of New Storm Rising
“You know…” Smiling, I stepped forward, trailing a single finger down his chest until it caught on the first button of his shirt. So inconvenient. That would have to go. “I really love how you can express yourself so well without words.”
A low rumble issued from Mr Rikkard Ambrose’s chest. His eyes were fixed on me with a fierce intensity, as if he wanted nothing more than to devour me alive. No…there was no “as if” about it. The instant his eyes landed on me, he was a predator on the prowl.
A predator that could be lured into my honey trap.
Turning around, I moved towards the bed, taking care to sway my hips with every step. “Now…why don’t you tell me some of your past adventures? I do so love hearing about the deeds of a big, strong, man. And if you impress me, who knows…”
“Mrs Ambrose!” The growl that came from behind me sent a delicious shiver down my back. “I am your husband!”
“Indeed you are,” I agreed, slipping under the covers and throwing him a seductive glance. “Which means you have to do anything I say, and nobody can do anything about it.”
The towering figure wreathed in shadows took a step towards the bed, icy eyes sparkling in the darkness. “I am fairly certain that, by law, it is thehusbandwho is in charge, not thewife.”
“Oh?” Putting on a confused face, I scratched my chin. “Then why have I always been in charge around here?”
“You. In. Charge?”
The words were so chilly, so bone-freezingly cold… It made another wide grin spread across my face.
“Why, of course,” I told him innocently. “After all, I have been wearing the pants in this relationship from the very beginning?”
Mr Rikkard Ambrose’s eyes zeroed in on the offending legwear. “Indeed? Then let’s do something about that, shall we?”
In an instant, he was on me. One hard tug, and my trousers sailed across the room, leaving me in only an undershirt that went just past my derrière.
“Now…” He was suddenly right above me, his breath tickling my neck. “Let’s see who wears the pants in this relationship, shall we?”
“I don’t know,” I commented, letting my hand slip downwards over his shirt and tailcoat, until it reached his nether regions. “I’d prefer if neither of us did.”
“You…!”
His voice abruptly cut off when I pulled open his belt.
“Now,” I whispered, “why don’t we return to our earlier subject? Share some of your…exploits with me. Maybe then I’d return the favour and explore you a little further.”
My fingers raked across the soft cotton of his trousers, and the not-at-all-soft goodies underneath. A strangled groan was torn from the throat of Mr Rikkard Ambrose—but nothing else. Not a single word came from his lips.
“Not telling?” I smirked. “Well, let’s see if I can’t elicit some sounds from you.” And my hand began to move again. Stroking. Caressing.
“Aaah! Nnnn…!”
“Oh yes. That’s not a bad start. Now, all you have to do is learn how to string syllables together into words…”
With another growl, he grabbed hold of my hand and slammed it to the mattress, his cold eyes glinting in the gloom.
“You. Are. Going. To. Pay. For. This.”
“Yep, just like that.” I nodded happily, patting his head with my free hand. “Seven words in a row. Good work! Soon you’ll be able to say entire senten—”
That was the last thing I managed to get out before his mouth came crushing down on mine, silencing me. Apparently, he didn’t really want to talk much. Instead, he snatched my hand from his head and, capturing both wrists in one grip, pinned me to the bed. With his hands. His gaze. His everything.
“How about these words then?” he whispered, his lips ghosting against my cheek. “I.” His mouth caressed my lips, sending shivers down my spine. “Love.” It moved on, further down, across my cheek, towards my collarbone. My back arched under his attentions. “You.”
You had to hand it to him. He was a fast learner.
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “L-let’s get back to the subject, shall we? You were supposed to tell me all a-about your past and—”
“You want to hear stories from my past?” Narrowing his eyes infinitesimally, he cupped my cheek. If this weren’t Mr Rikkard Ambrose, I could have sworn I saw a smirk in the shadows. “Then let me tell you about the time I saw a stallion mating on a meadow…”
