beneath
him, before finally losing his brutal control and joining her on the edge of
pleasure’s knife.
Chapter 11
Douglas saw the exact moment when she came back to her own
head. Her face changed not at all, but her eyes widened with just a touch
of panic and then shuttered as if she could physically knock him out of the
places he had laid claim to. Not going to happen.
“I should get up and get my shower.” She looked
everywhere but at him.
“Not yet.” He still had a hold of her wrists and he couldn’t
deny the thrill it gave him to hold her beneath him, especially when there was
no doubt in his mind that she was ready to run, emotionally if not
physically. “Don’t run away yet. I’m going to savor this for a few
minutes.”
Her eyes snapped back to his as if he’d just goosed her. “I’m not running. I
just want to get up.”
His lips went up in that ridiculously sexy half smile of
his. “Really? Cause it looks like running to me. In fact, it
seems every time I start to get a little too close you back away fast.”
He leaned down and nipped her bottom lip, which was starting to get a very
schoolmarm purse to it. “Ironic, since a few hours ago you were all about
the sharing. I had to talk about my feelings, or else.”
She snorted and pulled at her hands, which he was happy to
keep a hold of. “You think I made you talk about your feelings? All
you did was give me a list of events. Your feelings were never
discussed. Even I know better than to try to get a man to talk about his feelings. ”
Douglas got the feeling that if he didn’t have hold
of her hands still, she would do that irritating air quotes thing every time
she said the word ‘feelings’. This only made him want to bite her
again. He thought back to the conversation at the worksite. “Fine.
You have a point, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are the one running
right now.”
“Running?” She rolled her eyes. “I can’t even
get off the bed.”
“You know what I mean.” He did bite her, this time on
her ear lobe, making her yank her head to the side with a gasp. “I feel
like I’m running up one of those down escalators. The only time I can get a
good hold is when I have you under me in bed.”
He waited for her to deny it again but she surprised him,
which come to think of it, he should have expected. She sighed and he
could see her making the effort to relax.
“I can’t deny that I get a little skittish around you.”
“A little?”
She tensed up all over again, this time with a flash fire of
temper. “Fine. You scare the shit out of me. Is that what you
want to hear?”
He ignored the temper, but made sure to keep a solid hold on
her. Just in case. “Maybe it is. Depends on why I scare you.”
She blew out a deep breath, and then shook her wrists
again. “Let me up.”
“I like it right here.”
“Douglas, if we are going to have this conversation, I
refuse to have it naked and underneath you.”
He enjoyed her wiggles and had to sigh himself. “I
can’t think of a single conversation that would not be made better by you being
naked and underneath me.”
“Up Douglas, or I’ll consider it an act of war and act
accordingly.”
He raised a brow at her tone, wondering what she could
possibly do to him from there, but knowing her, he didn’t want to find
out. Probably. “Killjoy.” He rolled off her and thoroughly
enjoyed the view he uncovered.
“You’re the one who wanted a conversation; don’t blame me if
you get more than you expected.” With that ominous statement, Beatrice
was up and headed for the bathroom, swiping her robe from the chair on the
way. “You could get dressed, too,” she called without looking at him
again. She hit the bathroom like he was chasing her. “I need
coffee!”
“Bossy,” he muttered, shaking his head, but then she had
that ass, and since it sounded good,
him, before finally losing his brutal control and joining her on the edge of
pleasure’s knife.
Chapter 11
Douglas saw the exact moment when she came back to her own
head. Her face changed not at all, but her eyes widened with just a touch
of panic and then shuttered as if she could physically knock him out of the
places he had laid claim to. Not going to happen.
“I should get up and get my shower.” She looked
everywhere but at him.
“Not yet.” He still had a hold of her wrists and he couldn’t
deny the thrill it gave him to hold her beneath him, especially when there was
no doubt in his mind that she was ready to run, emotionally if not
physically. “Don’t run away yet. I’m going to savor this for a few
minutes.”
Her eyes snapped back to his as if he’d just goosed her. “I’m not running. I
just want to get up.”
His lips went up in that ridiculously sexy half smile of
his. “Really? Cause it looks like running to me. In fact, it
seems every time I start to get a little too close you back away fast.”
He leaned down and nipped her bottom lip, which was starting to get a very
schoolmarm purse to it. “Ironic, since a few hours ago you were all about
the sharing. I had to talk about my feelings, or else.”
She snorted and pulled at her hands, which he was happy to
keep a hold of. “You think I made you talk about your feelings? All
you did was give me a list of events. Your feelings were never
discussed. Even I know better than to try to get a man to talk about his feelings. ”
Douglas got the feeling that if he didn’t have hold
of her hands still, she would do that irritating air quotes thing every time
she said the word ‘feelings’. This only made him want to bite her
again. He thought back to the conversation at the worksite. “Fine.
You have a point, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are the one running
right now.”
“Running?” She rolled her eyes. “I can’t even
get off the bed.”
“You know what I mean.” He did bite her, this time on
her ear lobe, making her yank her head to the side with a gasp. “I feel
like I’m running up one of those down escalators. The only time I can get a
good hold is when I have you under me in bed.”
He waited for her to deny it again but she surprised him,
which come to think of it, he should have expected. She sighed and he
could see her making the effort to relax.
“I can’t deny that I get a little skittish around you.”
“A little?”
She tensed up all over again, this time with a flash fire of
temper. “Fine. You scare the shit out of me. Is that what you
want to hear?”
He ignored the temper, but made sure to keep a solid hold on
her. Just in case. “Maybe it is. Depends on why I scare you.”
She blew out a deep breath, and then shook her wrists
again. “Let me up.”
“I like it right here.”
“Douglas, if we are going to have this conversation, I
refuse to have it naked and underneath you.”
He enjoyed her wiggles and had to sigh himself. “I
can’t think of a single conversation that would not be made better by you being
naked and underneath me.”
“Up Douglas, or I’ll consider it an act of war and act
accordingly.”
He raised a brow at her tone, wondering what she could
possibly do to him from there, but knowing her, he didn’t want to find
out. Probably. “Killjoy.” He rolled off her and thoroughly
enjoyed the view he uncovered.
“You’re the one who wanted a conversation; don’t blame me if
you get more than you expected.” With that ominous statement, Beatrice
was up and headed for the bathroom, swiping her robe from the chair on the
way. “You could get dressed, too,” she called without looking at him
again. She hit the bathroom like he was chasing her. “I need
coffee!”
“Bossy,” he muttered, shaking his head, but then she had
that ass, and since it sounded good,
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