She placed her hands on his chest to push him away. "I'm angry with you, Nathaniel. You shut me out. It's insulting.
Don't try to sweet talk me now."
Nathaniel surprised her by sliding an arm beneath her knees and picking her up in his arms. The action fuelled her frustration, bringing it to fever pitch.
"Put me down!" She hit ineffectually at his hard muscled arm with her fist.
Ignoring her, he walked to the bed, and threw her on it.
She lay there panting, and stared up into his hard face. He was like rock.
"I'm not about to sweet talkyou, Laura. I prefer to make love to you." He bent over her and kissed her lightly on the lips, then seized her bloomers at her waist and yanked them off, throwing them on the floor. "We shall talk afterwards."
"This is the only way you know to resolve arguments." She hated the fragile tenor of her voice. Already the blood pounded in her veins and her body said yes with every breath.
He grinned. A wolfish grin she hadn't seen for a while and it had its usual effect on her. "It's an excellent beginning." His smiled faded. "And then we will talk."
"Promise?" Her body responded to his touch, a spiral of warmth and need rendering her weak.
"I promise." He stripped off his robe and joined her on the bed. "Haven't you missed me?"
She thought she caught a glimpse of naked need in his eyes. "Yes, very much." If only that were true, he did need her.
She couldn't bear this chasm between them a moment longer, and moved to close it in the only way that worked. It was beneath her, yet she was unable to resist. She pushed him back onto the bed and leaned over him, seeking to take the upper hand, to gain some sense of power over him. A corner of his mouth tweaked as he lay back, and allowed her to have her way. |
