His hand dropped, and he rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Blanche, you drive me crazy. I thought?—”
She rose to her tiptoes then, and he pressed his lips against hers firmly. Her arms snaked around his neck and tugged on the hair at the base of his neck, which made him growl into her mouth with need.
Heath’s hands found the bottoms of her thighs, and he lifted her off the ground, pulling her legs around his waist. “My, my, little Wildcat. Careful, or I’ll think you just want me for my body.”
“I’m your wife.”
“That you are,” he said as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.
“Are you ready to beg for it,wife?” he asked, while trailing his tongue the length of her neck up to her earlobe and nibbling softly on it.
“Do I have to?”
She was in nothing but her nightgown. Her nipples were hard against his chest, and his mouth watered to taste them. His resolve wavered. His core twisted and knotted impossibly tight.
She wants it. Just say you want it, woman. Say it!
“Come on, Wildcat. You know you want this. You want me. Just ask.”
“I’d sooner drown in a barrel of wine than give in to you,” she hissed, but tugged on his hair again, and his jaw slackened as a thrill went through his entire body.
“Drown, you say?”
Blanche’s eyes widened suspiciously, and Heath smirked deviously before he threw her down on the couch behind him, falling to his knees between her thighs.
“Oh—” she sighed as she helped him lift the hem of her skirts.
Something inside his chest vibrated possessively as he saw the glint of moisture between her legs, and his chin dipped. “Mine.”
“Yours. Oh, Heath—yes, yours.”
“That’s right, wife. You aremine. Now, let me clean you up. Just say the words.”
Fire flashed across her hazed vision. Her grip tightened desperately on his shoulder, her nails piercing his skin with a sharp bite.
“Do it,” she demanded.
“Ask me nicely,” he said, his head lowering slowly, hovering just above his target. His groin strained painfully as he inhaled her sweet scent.
“Argh!” she growled and used her legs to push him away, shoving her skirts to the floor as she stood wildly. “Damn you!”
“Wife,” he said, standing just as quickly as she had, his hand firmly on the back of her neck, holding her in place as his fingers easily lifted her skirt and found her arousal. “You will come to reckon that, when I say I will do something, I will see it through. What kind of man would I be if I let, even the most irresistible woman in the world, tempt me to stray from keeping my word?”
“Damn you, Heath,” she said through gritted teeth, but her hands gripped tightly on his forearms, giving her away.
“Damn me all you wish. It’s your right,” he said, his fingers punishing her as they pulsed in and out, wet with her desire.
“You will beg for me to find your deepest spot in your core and push right past it, over, and over, and over again.” His fingers pushed into her with each syllable, and her jaw went slack, gasping for air.
“Heath…” she stuttered.
“I can make you feel so good. You know I can. Only I can. Ask, woman. Ask!”
Her mouth closed and her chin set as he stroked her in teasingly soft circles. “You’re such a brute,” she said and shoved him back with all of her strength before storming out of the sitting room, letting the door slam behind her loudly.
Heath brought his finger to his lips and sucked them clean before adjusting his breeches and pouring himself a tall glass of whiskey.
Definitely won’t help with trying to sleep tonight.
