“You think this is a joke?” His tone was menacing as he advanced towards her.
“You tell me.” She forced herself to remain where she was as he came nearer. “I was having a very nice time with an attractive man because my husband was otherwise occupied. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?”
He reached out and gripped her arms, pulling her off the bed, his fingers tight on her and his eyes flashing. “You were making a fool of me! Was that your intention?”
“It wasn't deliberate, trust me. If it was, I would have accepted his invitation to make out.”
His eyes flashed dangerously. “You do not want to test me right now.”
“What do you care?” she cried. “You've ignored me since that night and basically told me that this is only an arrangement. Why would you care if I have sex with another man? As you keep reminding me, I'm your wife in name only!”
“You bear the Hoffman name and I don’t care if it's only for a month, six months or one year. As long as you're my wife, you'll behave accordingly. I will not have you disgracing the name, is that clear?”
“is that all?” she asked him coolly.
“Yes.” He bit out.
“Then please let go of me so that I can go to bed.”
“Are you going to start acting the way you're supposed to?”
“You mean like a puppet on a string?” She pretended to consider. “No. I will do what I damned well please because I am my own woman.”
His control broke then and he shook her furiously. “You are rude and incorrigible, and I should—” He broke off just then and fastened his mouth on hers, his hands biting into her flesh as he brought her closer to him. He was so hard that he couldn't stand still. He'd seen her with Blake and had wanted to disgrace himself by beating the man to a pulp. He'd been talking to Caroline and he couldn't stop staring at her. The need for her was driving him crazy and he'd spent the past week trying to stay away from her! He tore his mouth from hers, his breathing ragged, his body shuddering. “Get on the bed!” he rasped.
“No.” She put a hand to her lips, her fingers trembling as she stared at him.
“Now,” he whispered hoarsely. “Please.”
“Why?”
He closed his eyes briefly as he fought for control. “I want you.”
Without another word she turned and climbed onto the bed. He stood at the edge of it and stared at her for a moment before he hurriedly took off his shirt and dragged the white t-shirt over his head. He made short work of his trousers and underwear before climbing onto the bed next to her. He didn't say anything, his eyes darkened with passion as he tucked the strands of hairs from her face, his touch lingering on her cheek and going to her lips. She opened her mouth and captured his finger, biting down gently. His eyes flew to her, the gaze smoldering. He bent his head and captured her mouth, the movement greedy and rapacious. Donna’s hands came up and around his neck, her fingers digging into the bunched muscles of his shoulders as he delved into her mouth. He ended the kiss abruptly, but only so that he could kiss the hollow of her throat. He unclasped the necklace and threw it carelessly onto the carpet before pulling down the bosom of her dress. Cupping the swell of flesh in one palm, he bent and took a nipple inside his mouth. Donna whimpered, her fingers digging into his hair. The first time he'd made love to her, it had been quick, and he hadn't touched her nipples. His mouth on her was unbelievable. “Thomas,” she murmured weakly as she moved restlessly against him. He continued to suckle at her until she was sure she was slowly going out of her mind. He moved to the other nipple, pulling it between his teeth, his tongue swirling against the tight bud. Letting go, he went on his knees and finished undressing her. Her mouth went dry as her eyes traveled over the muscled chest with its sprinkling of hairs, going down to the rigid display of his arousal. She eased up and allowed him to pull her underwear off. He palmed her sex, pressing his hand against her, his eyes going to meet hers.
“Please!” she gasped.
Without a word, he came over her and guided his penis into her, his body shuddering as she enveloped him, the tightness drawing him in, the moistness caressing him. He drove into her, his eyes almost going blind with the flood of passion that threatened to overwhelm him. He'd fought this for so long that he'd actually become weary of the battle. He'd spent nights in the bedroom fighting the urge to come to her, unable to fall asleep. The passion—the heat that he felt with her—he'd never felt before and he didn't have the inclination to question it right now. All he wanted to do was to feel her, be inside her, to get rid of this craving.
He bent his head and brushed his lips against hers, feeling the tremors of her body. His hands drifted down her shoulders and lifted her arms so that he could run his fingers over the sides of her breasts as he drove into her.
Donna ran her hands feverishly along his muscled back, her fingers digging into his skin as he drove into her. She met his thrusts with her own, feeling the heat slamming into her body with a force that took her breath away. She felt the climax trembling through her and willed it to slow down. If she came—if the orgasm was too early—he would leave her like he did the last time and she couldn't bear that. She wanted to spend the night with him, making love with him the entire night until she fell exhausted into his arms.
But she didn't realize that he had no intention of leaving her. He couldn't. He'd already decided that being with her one time for the night wouldn't be enough. Tomorrow, he would question his decision, but tonight he was blocking everything out. Everything except the taste and feel of her.
He felt when she stiffened against him, her fingers digging into his back and knew that the orgasm was upon her. He ended the kiss and stared down at her. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “Just let go.” She did, exploding against him, her body arched, her teeth bearing down on her lip as the climax rushed through her body. He held her against him, his fingers tight on her hips as he brought her closer to him. It wasn't long before he followed her, the powerful orgasm slamming through his body with a force that had him calling out her name. His seed flooded her and went on as if forever. He bent his head and took her lips again, his body shuddering out of control.
He shifted as if to get off her, but she tightened her arms around him. He shook his head, his eyes almost dark, his heart beating out of control. “I'm not leaving,” he told her hoarsely.
“Good.” She buried her face in his chest and breathed in his seductive scent. He shifted and eased out of her slowly, going on his side and pulling her into his arms. He stared across the room, pensive. He'd done it again. The first time could be counted as a mistake, but he wasn't sure he could use that excuse again.
Chapter 8
“I can hear you thinking from here,” she murmured a few minutes later, after he'd made love to her again. He'd allowed her to rest a little bit before he'd turned to her again, using his mouth on her body and bringing her to another crashing climax before he entered her. Now he was lying with his hands propped behind his head and hers resting on his chest. Donna would have liked to feel his arms around her, but she wasn't complaining. She only knew that after tonight, he wouldn't be able to ignore her or pretend that there was nothing between them.