Page 33 of Storm over the Caribbean
Just yesterday, I had taken part in a rally for women’s rights. And now? Surely, I wasn’t just willing to obey a man’s commands at the drop of a hat, right?
Hah! Right.
One quick tug, and I fell into his arms. Somehow, those rock-hard arms of his caught me softly, even gently, and pulled me against his chest more tenderly than ever before. I didn’t resist.
“You mentioned something about doing your job?” he growled into my ear. “Your duties? Well, I think you haven’t quite fulfilled yourmaritalduties yet.”
“Oh?” I couldn’t help but chuckle. “So there are still surfaces in the house we haven’t…explored?”
“Perhaps there aren’t.” His grip tightened. “However, I have always believed it is best to be thorough in all things.”
With a single move, he pulled me back onto the bed. In a blink, he was above me, holding himself up effortlessly, both arms planted in the mattress on either side of me. I felt a tug at my heart as I realized that he held himself just high enough to barely caress my abdomen with his, but not put the slightest weight on it. Pressing a fiery kiss on my lips, he tore away the blanket that was the only barrier between the two of us.
“Now,” he rasped. “Time to—”
Ding-dong!
He froze.
I cocked an eyebrow. “Time to get the door?”
His eyes narrowed infinitesimally. “I shall take care of that mouth of yours, my lady wife. Soon.”
“I look forward to it.”
Ding-dong! Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong!
“Err…excuse me?” a voice called from outside. “The people next door told me this is the new Ambrose residence?”
Dragging in a deep breath, Mr Ambrose pushed himself up. He wrapped himself in a blanket with a single flick of the handand stalked down the stairs and towards the door. I sent a quick prayer heavenward for the hapless postman.
The door swung open.
“Yes?”
“I, um…have a letter for, err…”
“Give. Now.”
“Y-yes, Sir. Right away, Si—”
Thud!
The door slammed shut resoundingly. I watched through the open door of the bedroom as my dear husband tore open the letter and started to read. Really? Now?
Cocking an eyebrow, I opened my mouth, ready to call him back to bed—
That was, until his hands clenched around the letter and I saw the utter, unadulterated rage flash in his cold eyes.
Family Affairs
Rage. Complete and utter rage radiated off my husband. Without him twitching so much as a single facial muscle, he conveyed more wrath than a rampaging dragon.
Cautiously, I stepped towards the door and gazed downstairs.
“So, let me guess…” I cocked my head. “It’s from your family?”
All I got in reply was an incomprehensible growl.
