His Indecent Proposal (7 page)

She wanted to scream; she wanted to cry.

She did both.

Her eyes flooded with tears as she screamed
at him. "I'm taking a bath. Get out!"

He didn't move an inch. "Why aren't you
downstairs in my bathroom?" His voice was harsh.

"There's only a shower down there." She
pierced him with her stare. "Get out."

He reached down and swiped a wrist and held
it tightly. "Is that the only reason?"

She pulled on her wrist and felt a tear spill
down her cheek. He held tightly.
No, that wasn't
the only
reason, but she wasn't stupid enough to tell him that tonight
.
She didn't have the stamina to deal with any of this tonight.
Tomorrow would be soon enough.

She quit trying to get her wrist free and
forced herself to relax in his hold. She wiped the tears with the
back of her free hand and looked away from his intent scrutiny.
"David, please, I just want a bath," she whispered.

He studied her a few seconds and then
released her from his hold. He moved to the door. "Thirty minutes.
If you're not downstairs in thirty minutes, Jenna, I'm coming back
up here to get you."

The door clicked shut behind him.

Her bath ruined, her thoughts in turmoil,
Jenna slowly climbed from the water and began to dry off. Not even
twenty-four hours since he put the ring on her finger, and she was
already questioning where her sanity had been when she agreed to
this.

So what if he was a fantastic lover? So what
if she had unreasonable debt? Where the hell was her brain when she
had agreed to this madness? He would take over her life if she let
him. He was already showing the signs of it. And did she want that?
No. Absolutely not. He only wanted to use her for two years, get
what he needed from her, and then throw her aside. What the hell
had she been thinking?

She raged at herself as she rinsed her
panties and bra out in the sink. Washing her things only got her
more riled up. He didn't care about her comfort. He didn't care if
she didn't have fresh things in the morning. All he cared about was
himself.
His reasons
for needing a wife.

She was just an object to him. An object to
be used. Already she could tell what kind of marriage this was
going to be. A marriage of
his
convenience. Was it too late?
Could she get out of it? Suddenly, the impact of him consummating
the marriage so quickly blew through her brain. Had he anticipated
her reaction? God, he was manipulative! But he hadn't paid her the
hundred grand yet. They were supposed to take care of that on
Monday when the banks were open. Tomorrow was Sunday. Or today was
Sunday already. She yawned and climbed into her silk blouse. It
barely covered the tops of her thighs. She felt naked and exposed
without panties.

Her mind continued around and around. Maybe
she shouldn't take the money. Maybe she should just run. Run for
her life.

Castigating herself for being so
melodramatic, she brushed out her hair, cut the light out and
walked downstairs.

As she took the last step down, shock held
her rigid as she saw him sitting in a large armchair in the living
room, facing the stairway, waiting for her. His hair was damp from
a shower, and he wore nothing except boxer briefs.

She swallowed hard and stalled her movements.
His eyes were dark, intense, fastened on her completely. A river of
both fear and arousal hit her in the stomach and coursed through
her body as his intent stare penetrated her.

She lingered by the stairway as her heartbeat
went into overdrive.

"You ready?" His question was salient,
punctuated.

She stood without answering him, her hand on
the banister for support.

He pushed to his feet and stalked toward her,
one purpose radiating from him.

Jenna felt helpless as he wrapped a brawny
arm around her middle, lifted her torso into him, and went for her
mouth like a starving animal.

She hung in his grasp as once again, he began
to dominate her physically, sexually.

He was blatantly male, his erection pushing
against her, the need to mate consuming him in a way that left no
room for anything else.

It was too much. It was too soon. She fought
back.

She began pushing against the hands that held
her, driving her arms between them, trying to wedge herself away
from him. She squirmed against him in an attempt to get free, she
ripped her mouth from his and turned her face away. "No."

He growled low in his throat and pulled her
mouth back around to his.

She sealed her lips tightly together and
stiffened her body in negation.

"Why?" His voice was guttural, a raspy noise
low in his throat.

Jenna's body went limp in his arms as
suddenly, she lost all energy, all will to fight. She sagged
against him and answered him softly. "I can't deal with anymore
tonight. I'm so tired. I want to go home. I shouldn't have done
this, shouldn't have agreed to this marriage."

David's mind reeled as he wrapped his arms
more tightly around her. His need for sex was intense. His need for
her total acquiescence was more so.

He heard a small sob in his shoulder and was
pissed at himself for making her cry. He reached down and lifting
her in his arms, he shouldered the door open and walked into the
master suite. Putting her in the middle of the bed, he switched off
the light and gathered her in his arms.

She went stiff against him, but he soothed
her with small sounds. He ran his hands over her in gentle
movements, trying to calm her.

She sobbed softly again, and he kissed her
hair gently.

"Shh, shh. Don't cry, baby. It'll be
okay."

"I want to go home."

His body went rigid and his voice roughened.
"No. It's too late. Just go to sleep." He kissed her brow and
smoothed his hands over her stomach. "I'll leave you alone so you
can sleep."

His intentions were noble but her scent was
driving him crazy.

She turned her face toward him and began to
try to reason with him in a small whisper. "This isn't going to
work. I can't take the money."

She watched him in the dark, trying to make
out his features. She was lying on her back, and he was on his
side, hanging over her. It was too dark to see anything more than
the outline of his face and the width of his shoulders. She waited
in silence, her announcement in the air between them.

She gasped out loud when she felt his hand
fall unerringly on the softness between her thighs. He ignored what
she said as if it held no importance and squeezed her mound in a
statement of possession.

He shoved her blouse up until it was
scrunched around her belly. His palm moved to her soft stomach and
brushed against the feminine flesh under his hand. God, she was so
tempting. So soft, so lush, her flesh and her scent inflaming him.
Her argument was dismissed in his brain; he would handle her
concerns tomorrow. She wasn't getting away from him, and for now,
she either needed to go to sleep immediately, or get ready for what
was about to happen.

He heard another small whimper, and mindful
of her tears, set out to calm her down. He smoothed his hand over
her stomach, down to the soft, sweet mound between her thighs. Her
legs were closed, and he pushed against her pubic bone, swirled his
hand up and away, and back again. She sucked in her breath. His
mouth went to her ear and he began to whisper to her. "I want to
touch you." At the same time, he put his hand between her knees and
pushed her legs apart. His hand smoothed up her thigh and gripped
the hot flesh that was driving him out of his mind. "You drive me
crazy. I want to touch you, Jenna."

His finger went to her slit and he carefully,
gently opened her. He heard her catch her breath and she trembled
against him.

"N-no."

His finger moved to her clit and pressed.
"Why not, baby?"

"We shouldn't have done this." Her voice was
barely a whisper.

He ignored her statement and kissed her ear,
swirling his tongue over the delicate lobe and gently tugging it
between his teeth. His hand left her thighs and moved to her soft
stomach, worshipping her flesh, sliding his hand up her torso until
it fell on a firm breast. Her nipple was tight and stabbed at his
palm. He rubbed it, tweaked it, moved his hand to its twin and did
the same until she was softly undulating against him.

He left the heaven of her breasts and
caressed his way back down to her feminine core, found the wet
nirvana that awaited him, and sunk a long, thick finger into
her.

He hissed in her ear. "I want to touch you. I
want to make you come."

Her arms wrapped around his head, and her
legs opened further, allowing him access. When he felt that small
acknowledgement, his mind almost splintered completely and he had
to viciously rein in control. He needed to woo her, make slow love
to her, not hold her down and ram her like his body was screaming
for him to do.

His guts in knots, he fought ferociously with
himself. He felt a small, smooth hand touch his cheek and a
whispered plea. "Please."

It calmed the raging fires within. He allowed
her to turn his face, take the kiss, opening her little mouth
against his. Her tongue came out, dipped into his mouth and swirled
inside. His grip tightened on her unconsciously.

Jenna was swimming under a multitude of
emotions. She had gone from panic to arousal in no time at all and
couldn't seem to concentrate on why she should keep saying no.
Currents of pleasure were running through her from the smooth
strokes of his hands.
He was being so gentle
. She liked it.
Her body awash from the slow, caressing strokes, it was all the
more shocking to her when he suddenly stiffened, pushed her legs
apart and rose over her in one swift moment.

She was knocked from sweet desire back to
distress in seconds.

David felt the moment he lost it and lost her
at the same time.

Jesus Christ!
He needed to learn some
control with her, and fast.
What the fuck
was it about her
that made him respond this way? His mind felt separated from his
body, and the animal inside was winning.

He hissed in a breath, reached for her hips,
flipped to his back and brought her over him, straddling him, all
in one quick motion. He lay still beneath her, his hands on her
hips, his breathing ragged. His cock was thick and engorged, and it
pulsed against her, riding up between the silky cheeks of her ass.
He was about to explode
. He gritted his teeth and began
reciting
pi
in his brain.
Three. Point. One. Four. One.
Five. Nine. Two. Six.--

Jenna's breath hitched as she found herself
spread out over him, her hands on his chest. Her feminine core was
parted against his stomach, and his shaft pulsed against her, hot
steel nestled against her butt. It was an intimate position that
was blowing her mind.

She sat still and tried to assimilate the
changed position
and
situation. Her eyes were adjusting to
the darkness, and she could see the feral look on his face, even
though his eyes were closed. Goosebumps slid across her skin as he
lifted his hands from her hips, slid them up on either side of his
head, palms up, in an act of submission.

Then he slowly opened his eyes.

Their gazes clashed in a tangle of need, his
pulse beating under her hands, and from his shaft pushing against
her cleft. Her heart was beating so hard it hurt. They continued to
stare at each other.

His hand slowly reached up and slid to her
shoulder, cupping it in his rough palm.
"Do you have any fucking
idea what you do to me?"

Need coursed through her at his vulnerable
tone.

She shook her head softly, her hair
whispering over her shoulders, over his hand. "No, I only know what
you d-do to me." Her voice was soft, trembling.

His hand tightened on her flesh. "What do I
do to you?" he demanded, his free hand reaching to the nightstand
and picking up a condom.

Jenna could feel what he was doing in the
dark, she knew he was rolling a condom on behind her. How could
that be sexy? She
hated
that he knew she would give in to
him.

He reached for her hips and demanded again,
"What do I do to you?"

"You tear me up inside." She held herself
stiffly over him while he rubbed her hips with smooth, circular
strokes and listened. "You make me want you and you take my body
but I don't think--I d-don't think that's enough for you. I think
you want my soul."

His hands tightened involuntarily.
She was
right. He wanted everything
. But he knew that was crazy. It was
too soon to be feeling shit like that with her. He refused to think
about it.

He didn't answer, just continued to take
strokes of her body. His hand swirled over her breasts, down the
valley between them, and around her nipples, but without touching
the peaks. He heard her inhale sharply. He swirled his hand down to
where her femininity was stretched open on his stomach. He put his
finger over the spot he knew she wouldn't be able to resist.

He felt it when she relaxed against him and
moisture rained from her core. Picking her up by the hips, he
maneuvered her to the head of his penis, standing ready to impale
her.

Her eyes flew to his and she shook her head
slowly. "No, I--"

He slowly began to push into her, the force
of his hands on her hips and the trembling in her thighs aiding
him. "Shh, shh."

"Please, I--"

He pressed two fingers against her clit with
ruthless intent and she panted softly, made a tiny, ragged sound as
she flooded with moisture and sank all the way down on him.

She fell against his chest and shuddered
visibly.