he did this to her. She was just butter in his hands, melting and eager to feel more. But she was now in pain of frustration and couldn’t take it any longer. She wasn’t sleeping, she wasn’t eating much anymore and her mind couldn’t concentrate on her work. She was slowly losing her mind because of what he put through each night. Or more specifically, what she allowed him to put her through. But hat had to end. She couldn’t take it anymore. “You’ve got to stop. I know by now that you’re not going to make love to me so why bother starting something you don’t intend to finish?”
He could easily break her hold on his hands but he didn’t, allowing her the fantasy that she was actually in control. His mouth touched the pulse at the base of her throat that was beating rapidly. “Marry me and I’ll make love to you.”
Clarissa moaned and shook her head. “Is that was this is all about?” she demanded, leaning back but that only gave his mouth access to her chest and he took full advantage of that position, especially since her hands were occupied with his own hands and keeping them at bay. “I won’t marry you.”
“Then I won’t make love with you,” he said and his lips nuzzled the cleft between her breasts, then moved across to the gentle swell of her left breast. “It’s your decision.”
Clarissa whimpered but her body moved toward his mouth, her nipple already hard and aching. “That’s not fair,” she almost screamed. She wanted to hit him but he was now holding her wrists instead of the other way around. She was powerless to do anything about it though. “You’ve had sex with other women. I’m not any different. Just treat me like you treated them.”
“You’re not like the other women, Clarissa,” he explained softly and his lips moved across to the other breast, teasing in the same manner. “You’re going to be my wife and I won’t disrespect you by making love to you before we are wed.”
“I’m not!” she groaned, freeing her hands so she could hold his head. “I’m just like those other women with needs and desires. A desire you’re perpetually igniting and not doing it in a very nice way,” she pointed out. She wasn’t sure if she was going to pull his head closer or keep him away. “I won’t do it, Max. And you’re not playing fair. What would you do with a woman who did this to you?”
She pulled out of his arms and she was grateful that he let her go. With his strength, he could have easily held her in his arms and when his mouth was kissing her, she couldn’t dredge up the will power to resist him. She craved his touch too much.
Clarissa practically shot out of the car and walked hurriedly into her cottage. Tossing her purse onto the sofa, she turned to confront Max who, she knew from experience, would follow her in.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she squared her shoulders, prepared to do battle. When he walked through the door, she glared at him. “Max, I don’t want to see you anymore.”
Max’s only response was to smile as he continued to walk toward her.
Clarissa saw the intent in his eyes and tried to steel herself against it. Unfortunately, she couldn’t. She wanted him too much. “Max, please don’t come any closer,” she called out, holding up her hand in front of her. She moved so that the ottoman was between their bodies, hoping it would provide the protection against his hands and mouth that she needed.
It didn’t. He simply reached out and lifted her across the obstacle so she was standing close to him.
Looking down into her soft, blue eyes, his hands caressed her waist, her back, her ribs, but nowhere else. “Marry me. We can spend the whole day in bed, satisfying our aching bodies,” he replied a moment before his hands pulled her gently against him and into his arms. He gave her plenty of time to stop him but she couldn’t resist. “I can show you things you’ve never dreamed of, Clarissa,” he whispered in her ear before he nibbled on it. “You’ll be crying with the pleasure we can give each other. Just think of it.”
She did. Dammit, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. When his mouth found that spot on her neck, the one that made her shiver with delight, she pressed closer