Then don't,” Danika pleaded, her hand still outstretched towards him. “Don't let me go.”
“I...” His throat worked; his lips snapped together.
He has something to say so badly. But why won't he? she wondered worriedly.
“Come to me.” The bed was so empty without him. Tomorrow, she must find out what's going on with him, but for tonight? She needed him close so badly, she was shaking with it.
He didn't budge. “Do not think you can tell me what to do.” The voice was laced with anger but the anger seemed to be directed at himself.
“I'm not,” she shook her head. “But the bed is so empty without you.”
A muscle ticked in his jaw. His eyes said he wanted to be on that bed so badly, but something was holding him back. She wasn’t about to lose him. Not tonight.
Danika got up from the bed, looked him in the eyes, and began undressing. She took off her flimsy gown and her chemise.
His nose flared. Desire swift and unmistakable flashed through his eyes.
She stood before him naked. Dull red inflamed her cheeks, but she met his gaze head-on.
She looked so small, so vulnerable, standing right there in front of him. All his resistance bled out at the beauty in front of him. The beauty that carried his child.
His woman. His possession. She belongs to him for tonight. Tomorrow does not exist—not in this bedroom.
Finally, he uncoiled from the wall, walked towards her, and took her into his arms. He held her in a hug that enclosed her completely in his arms, her belly pressing against his lower body. She melted against him.
Then with no warning, his lips landed on hers. His fingers clenching around her butt, squeezing her flesh and sending butterflies through her system. Danika closed herself and gave herself to him
His tongue thrust into her mouth, and she felt the vibration of his groan from deep within his chest. Damp heat flooded her, and all thoughts fled her mind as she concentrated on being in the arms of this man who had become the center of her world.
He turned her head and adjusted the angle to the fit he wanted, and she fell into his kiss with no thought for the future and with no further worry of what had him in a knot all night.
She allowed herself what she desperately wanted; she let herself feel.
A pulsing knot of fevered attraction settled low in her stomach as a hot ache grew in her limbs. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she threw herself into a kiss that was making her thighs clench in an agony of need. His kiss contained a ferocious, hungry passion, and she felt a lurch of pure, physical excitement. The first touch of his lips was slow, drugging, but it quickly escalated to a firm and urgent possession. Danika felt the swipe of his tongue and then the bite of his teeth against her lips.
With one hand sliding between them and settling around her breast in a grasp so strong it made her shudder, he spoke against her lips, not taking the time to lift away from her. “Mine.”
“Yours.” Her hand tightened around his neck.
He squeezed her nipple and bit her bottom lip, and a sharp, lancing arrow of sexual need slammed her with its intensity. She lowered her hand and cupped the heavy weight of his arousal. A guttural groan into her mouth, his kiss turned completely fierce, just like hours ago when he had her pressed against his wardrobe. Dominant in its aggressiveness.
She became lost under his control. It was a heady feeling, a perfect feeling, as she let him take the lead and was allowed only to feel. Her arms clung tightly around his neck as the repeated drag of his thumb across her nipple sent arrows of fire shooting down her spine to land in a pool of heated energy between her thighs.
She blossomed and felt herself become wet, and she had no control when she began undulating against him. The hot lick of passion was explosive between them. Just like every other night...and yet different.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered, tearing himself away from her.
She let out a small sound of fevered hunger, but he misinterpreted the noise. Strong hand shot out and wrapped around her small wrist like iron clad, halting the escape he thought she might try to make, a growl of warning coming from his throat.
“Don't try to get away from me,” he bit out.
“I'd never. I was only getting on the bed,” she reassured breathlessly, reading the possessive intensity he carried tonight. He'd read her completely wrong; there was no way she was trying to get away from him and his inflexibility only heightened her arousal.
Letting go of her wrists, he wrapped both arms around her waists and squeezed a little. Then he was speaking into her mouth. “Never get away from me, Danika.”