Give Me All Of You (14 page)

Josephine muttered some native profanity that made him smile despite himself. “She doesn’t want to see you.”

“I know,
but I want to see her and I’m afraid tonight I’m going to have my way, no matter what,” he said softly giving her a full clear look at his face.

Her eyes flared with challenge. Mina was definitely Josephine’s daughter.

Josephine harrumphed loudly but pulled open the door for him.

H
e followed her inside the small room. It was pretty, with dainty, floral accents and pale furniture, the thick scent of flowers filled the space.

Surprisingly s
he was holding a thick towel, she thrust it at him. “Here, the bathroom is down the hall to your left, Mina’s door faces it,” her eyes pleaded with him and at the same time carried a clear threat, “don’t hurt my baby anymore or I’ll never stop trying to destroy you.”

He nodded
stiffly and went to the bathroom.

With Josephine hard on his tail
minutes later he cracked open Mina’s door. She was huddle in the center of the bed, still in her wedding dress, her hair trailed like black gold over the snowy pillows.

He eased closer
to the bed, unmindful of his damp suit. He slipped into it and pulled her pliant body into his arms.

She
was warm, she fell against him heavily her body soft with sleep. He ached for her to wake up but was terrified of what would happen once she did.

She shifted, her head fell back. He seized the chance to study her resting
countenance. His heart lurched, even in sleep, the smoothness of her cheeks was tense, her brows furrowed. Her lips parted and incoherent, whispery mutterings came out, she sighed deeply and further sounds spilled from her lips, her voice was wet with tears.

He
groaned with regret, buried his face in the soft cloud of her damp hair. “Oh Mina, I never meant for it to happen this way.”

S
he relaxed in his arms and her eyes fluttered open, she blinked and stared expectantly at him. There was no surprise on her face.

Had she been pretending to be asleep?

“You little devil,” he chuckled, relieved.

She smiled back
sadly, but her eyes glistened. She reached out to him, her fingers trailed along his jawline, he leaned into her touch, nuzzled her palm. He closed his eyes and absorbed the soft glow of pleasure which washed over his soul.

“D
o you really want me to get pregnant and leave my child behind?” her voice trembled with hurt, the depth of which he could grasp but not understand. Behind them Josephine gasped with shock.

What was going on?

He caught her roaming fingers with the tip of his teeth, kissed each one, and watched as her hazel eyes smoldered and hope crept back into her pale face. “I would do anything to keep you tied to me a little longer. It was the only thing I could think of.”

Her eyes blazed with accusation.
“You’re cruel,” she tried to bat his hand away but he wouldn’t let her, “you care only for yourself.”

He laughed but it was a hollow sound, strewn with
remembered fear. He studied her dainty features, traced the straight tip of her little nose, with its slight flare, “You’re wrong … I was stupid. I was desperate to stop you from leaving. I won’t try to force you to do anything else again … I’ll ask from now on.”

He waited with baited breath. She went still but she didn’t t
ake her hand away from his face. She chewed her bottom lip, their eyes were so close he was having trouble focusing, “then I’ll try and be a good wife to you,” she whispered solemnly.

He released a deep breath and som
e of the old fear that he’d be alone … never have a real family again … disappeared.

But there was something he wanted more than a family.
“Although children would be a blessing, I want to earn back your complete trust.”

Shadows crossed her face but she smiled impishly
at him. “I think you’re crazier than Desiree.”

He forced a laugh
, “that may not be possible.”

She joined
in and he was suddenly overcome with the absolute need to make this right.

Bending he stopped her laughter with a gentle kiss, just a quick catching of her soft lips.

He should’ve known better. Immediately it turned into something more. He devoured her lips for several heartbeats. Then forced himself to pull away.

She watched
him with expectant eyes.

She wanted more, as he did.

But Josephine stood sentinel behind them.

“
This is our honeymoon,” he rasped, retreating from the bed and bringing her with him, “and I want you all to myself.”

He faced Josephine. “
Thank you for trusting me enough to let me into your home.”

Josephine inclined her head
slightly but her dark gaze was riveted on her daughter.

Mina
moved between them, hugged Josephine who cocooned her, making soothing noises into her hair.

Long, tense moments went by before the women parted.

Josephine held Mina’s upturned face, “Come back if anything goes wrong. I’ll be waiting right here.”

Mina nodded, “I know,” her voice was strangled with emotion
.

Hunter
reached for Mina’s hand, it settled into his without resistance. He nodded to Josephine and made his way out.

Outside, the heavy ra
in had stopped, a light mist had begun falling. They walked to the car in silence.

He led Mina to her side of the ca
r, he didn’t want to let her go or lose sight of her for one moment.

He’d nearly done both tonight.

He opened the car door and she tugged her hand away, her eyes refusing to meet his.

He wanted to ask her why but he didn’t have the right
, not after what he’d put her through tonight.

He got
into his side. He reversed slowly, the rain had misted the windows, a few swipes cleared his line of vision.

Free on the silent, small highway, he stole one last look and was stunned
when their eyes met.

He drew in a harsh breath, her eyes were hooded, mouth slightly ope
n … there was no denying the desire pooling in their depths. He let loose a foul curse, and yanking the car into gear he took off.

He concentrated fiercely on the road, gripped the wheel until his knuckles turned white.

Just what kind of game was she playing? One moment she was fine with letting him hold her hand, the next she snatched it away as if he’d bitten her. Now she was watching him as though she was on fire.

The side
of his face began burning, and his shaft started to harden with a vengeance.

He didn’t have to look. She was still watching him, ever
y cell in his body reared in anticipation.

He let lo
ose a frustrated yell, she cried out beside him, he yanked the wheel hard to the right side of the deserted road. The car shuddered to a halt in front of some black shrubs.

He turned towards her
, his body coiled, anger and heat corroding his blood. The car’s dome light clearly illuminated the lust riding high on her cheeks, it fairly shone from her smoky eyes. “Mina what the hell are you trying to do to me?”

“Nothing,” Mina managed flustered. She fought to find it, to pinpoint what was happening inside her.

She
still chafed with hurt, a desperate fear of what life with Hunter would mean. He had already betrayed her in so many ways.

She was clinging to straws w
ith their newest agreement.

Yet that wasn’t
what held her in its powerful grip now. Something else was opening inside her. It was hungry and uncaring of her wounded state.

After Hunter had started driving
, she’d felt compelled to maintain some sort of contact with him. She hadn’t been able to stop herself from ogling him.

It was a hypnotic
mixture of both pleasure and pain.

And then he’d
caught her, as she’d known he would.

Words wouldn’t be enough to deter him
. His stopping the car made it frightfully certain that the surge building inside her would only gain momentum, become stronger.

She groaned in dismay.
Hunter’s dark eyes flashed towards her. They were hard, unflinching.

She stared mesmerized at him,
at the harsh outline of his lean profile, the slash of his lips which she couldn’t quite make out, but which she knew she’d be able to pinpoint with uncanny accuracy if she reached forward.

She
cringed against the onslaught of information that she’d somehow stored over these many months.

Still she opened her mouth to deny it,
but her body began to spasm, making her squirm in her seat, the friction brought on a rush of warmth between her legs. She closed her eyes in mortification, her body remembered its first time with Hunter, even better than she did.

The
shock of it was so disconcerting that she sucked in great gulps of humid air trying to counteract the growing pressure.

She yelped as
Hunter’s shadow loomed closer, his big, work roughened hands found her thigh. She yelped, but her body instantly began to pulse with pleasure.

She squirmed
to the edge of her seat, trying to shake him off but his hands followed her as his touch grew firmer, more demanding.

The darkness in the car wa
s becoming thick, she could no longer see his face clearly. His outline hovered above her, panic whetted her throat. “Hunter, please let me go,” she was begging but she didn’t care.

H
eart beating frantically, she closed her mouth with an audible snap. She had to calm down, regain some control.

“Come
over here Mina,” Hunter crooned, ignoring her plea, his voice seductive molten chocolate.

She shuddered as it sent hot
, searing flashes straight to her womb. A spurt of heat lanced through her, wetness pooled between her legs. She squeezed her eyes tight.

How was it possible that such simple words could
send her body into such a tailspin?

She moaned,
tried to fight it but found herself swaying towards him. He slipped a finger down the valley between her clenched thighs.

Her breath scraped her throat. T
he urge to cry or beg for release battled inside her, she closed her eyes and bit her lip hard.

“I said to come here
Mina,” Hunter urged again, this time with less patience, his voice growing insistent.

She n
odded and edged closer to him. The movement unsealed her thighs and his hand slipped deeply between them.

She gasped, tried to squirm away from the swift glide of his fingers
delving boldly to their destination.

She reached for his shoulders, “Hunter, I …” her voice trai
led off and her eyes bulged.

A finge
r had managed to slip under the silk of her panties. She jerked her hips trying to dissuade the curious digit but it only sent him deeper.

“Hunter, please. What are you doing?” Her breath strangled in her thr
oat as he dipped lower into her, she clenched around him.

He hissed feeling her response. W
ithout mercy he gently flicked his imbedded finger, bolts of sensations shot through her, she cried out as her vision blurred and sagged against him.

She moaned, a guttural throaty purr, which turned into a cr
y when he continued probing and flicking inside her. She began panting as keen sensations began pooling in her center, it grew tighter, more unbearable with every move of his finger.

H
er legs fell open even wider, in carnal invite.

Dimly
Hunter’s own ragged breathing penetrated the fog of her brain. His finger burrowed deeper, she groaned, gripped the rigid muscles in his shoulders as her breathing scattered.

He pushed deeper, then withdrew,
the rough pad of his finger paused, abraded the nub of her femininity, her breath faltered, her eyes rolled backed in her head. She gathered air and screamed, the sound deafening in the small confines of the car.

“
Shush baby, it’s alright,” Hunter soothed, but his own voice wobbled, “open wider for me,” he crooned and blew a hot blast across her nape, unholy shivers skittered along her neck, sunk low to her spine.

Weak
protests struggled to the surface, he swiped his callused fingertip over her nub once more and she was lost.