The Tycoon's Blackmailed Mistress - Maxine Sullivan Page 0,46
the report he’d ordered on Danielle and Robert Ford. She’d unearthed the personal information that had made him feel sick at heart.
He now knew all his accusations had been unfounded. Danielle wasn’t a gold digger. And she hadn’t spent the money from the loan. And the penthouse hadn’t been offered to her by an ex-lover. Nor had she wasted her husband’s inheritance and frittered away a fortune of his money. The looking to buy a secondhand car for her and the baby had been genuine.
She deserved a medal for what he’d put her through.
Yet she forgave him.
And she still wanted him in her life.
He swallowed another measure of whiskey. It had taken a blond-haired, blue-eyed temptress to remind him that the world did not exist for the sheer pleasure of Flynn Donovan. He felt humble and that was a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.
Nine
The next morning Danielle woke to find herself in Flynn’s arms, her back up against him. Last night he’d come to bed, pulled her into his arms and explored her mouth with his tongue, stamping her with his kiss. Then he’d growled, “Get some rest,” rolled over and slept with his back to her.
She’d lain there, aching for him, knowing he was awake, knowing he was wanting her as much as she wanted him, but aware he was thinking of her health. Yet she’d merely have to reach out and touch him to change all that, only she couldn’t quite bring herself to do it. It was as if she’d made the first move, she would have been truly lost.
But that didn’t stop her from giving a little sigh and moving her buttocks against him now, then freezing when she felt his arousal.
“It’s no use pretending,” he murmured, his face buried against her nape.
“Er…pretending?”
“That you’re not awake.”
She released a breath. “Who said I was pretending?”
He went up on one elbow and rolled her onto her back. “Awake or not, you won’t stop me wanting you.”
“What will stop you wanting me?” she said, her voice husky.
“Nothing,” he muttered. “Not a bloody thing.”
“Oh, Flynn,” she whispered.
His eyes filled with a hot, sensual look that made the very air pulse with desire. “Say my name like that again and I’ll just have to make love to you.”
Her bones melted at those words, at that look, and all rational thought went with them. She moistened her lips. “And I have no say in the matter?”
“None at all.” A predatory gleam entered his eyes, then his gaze slid downward, pausing a moment on the swell of her breasts under her cream nightgown before they returned to rest on her heated face. “Your body wants me to make love to you.”
She tried to hold back a moan but somehow it escaped, making his eyes darken, making him look even more devastatingly attractive. And dangerous.
“If I don’t have you soon, there’ll be hell to pay,” he growled, lowering his lips to her bare shoulder beneath the spaghetti straps, making her jump. He inhaled deeply. “You’re wearing the perfume I gave you.” And then he began grazing his way along her collarbone, up the column of her throat, along her chin. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
Suddenly she had no will of her own and her lips parted ever so slightly. His mouth took possession of hers, and she shuddered with pleasure, her defenses downing as if they were bowing to a master craftsman. Everything inside her welcomed him as she responded to each plunge of his tongue across hers. She quivered and slid her hands up to his shoulders, holding on to him in case this turned into a dream and he suddenly disappeared.
He broke off the kiss, breathing heavily, his eyes smoldering for her, the intensity in them making her heart thud against her chest. Something had strengthened between them that went beyond sexual desire.
And then with great care he stripped the nightgown from her body, kissing every inch of bare skin as it was exposed to his view. Tears stung her eyes at the precious way he made love to her.
“Danielle?” he growled, lifting his head from the slope of her breast.
She blinked back the tears. “Yes?”
“Are you okay?”
“Please don’t stop. This is so…wonderful.”
He gave an almost feral groan. “I have no intention of stopping,” he said, then kissed her hard on the mouth. “Enough talk. Let’s enjoy each other.”
She couldn’t have spoken anyway because after that he set her blood on fire, scorching her with a passion