She looked so sweet he couldn't resist any longer and finally agreed to come to bed with her. He always slept in the nude so he had to dig around to find an old pair of shorts and a football jersey for himself; he didn't own a single pair of pajamas. He slipped under the sheets and was touched and surprised when Angelique slid over next to him like she'd been doing it for years. She cuddled into his side and gave a soft little sigh, then rose up on one elbow and studied Donnie's face carefully before leaning over and kissing him softly.
"My husband," she murmured and lay down again with her arm around his waist. He returned the embrace, holding her close until she fell asleep.
It was the most tortuous night of Donnie's life. He was somewhat prepared for the interest his body took in hers, but not for its persistence. He was as hard as a rock and the fact that Angelique was extremely affectionate in her sleep was no help at all. She made soft little moans as she was sleeping and rolled over on him so many times, he wasn't getting any sleep at all. When she wasn't adjusting her body to his and twisting her hips against his huge erection, she was stroking him and sighing with what was undeniably desire. Having to wake her up every hour on the hour wasn't a picnic, either. He kept the bedside light on low and had a flashlight next to it. He would gently stroke her face and call her name until her eyes opened. They were always warm and full of affection until the brilliant light violated her vision. He would then hold up his fingers and ask her how many she saw. After the four o'clock wakening, she smiled sleepily and spoke to him softly.
"Sweetheart, may I see that for a minute?"
He handed her the flashlight, which she promptly threw across the room. "Put that thing in my face again and I'll show you a different finger. Cut it out!" she growled.
Donnie laughed in spite of everything. This was the Angel he knew and loved She would be fine. He might not survive if she didn't keep her hands off him, but she was going to be fine. He drifted off to sleep only to wake up and find her lying completely on top of him without her T-shirt. He tried to slide her off his body but she pressed closer to him and opened her silken thighs a bit, the better to accommodate his body. Sheer panic set in, causing sweat to break out on his brow. This was temptation beyond temptation but he couldn't give in-it was wrong. How could he even think about making love to her in this condition? She didn't know who she was, who he really was; she didn't remember any of the circumstances surrounding their current relationship. His hands stroked the satiny smoothness of her long bare back and he finally had to roll her off him with more force than he would've liked. He had no choice: it was that or total surrender.
Incredibly, she didn't wake up, but turned over onto her back and treated him to his first look at her beautiful breasts, comely brown orbs that were lusher than he'd imagined. Her tempting brown nipples were big and erect, begging for his touch. His hands clenched and unclenched on the sheets and he finally threw the covers over her and got out of bed with great difficulty. He limped into the kitchen, stubbing his toes a couple of times as he tried to maneuver through the darkened rooms. Reaching his goal, the refrigerator, he made a makeshift ice pack out of a plastic bag and stifled a groan as he slapped it onto his aching member. His face contorted in pain as he looked down at the traitor and said, "Serves you right. Now maybe you'll calm down when I tell you to."
The next morning Angelique was in wonderful spirits. Despite the fact that she still had no recollection whatsoever of her life, she was surprisingly sanguine about it. She had someone who loved her and would take care of her and the doctor said her memory would be back anytime now. In the meantime, she lived in a nice house, she had two lovely dogs that apparently adored her and she had a big, beautiful man as her husband. She sat up in bed, a bit dismayed to find that he'd gotten out of bed before her. She wanted nothing more than to roll over into his arms. Every time she touched him she was bathed in a blazing passion she wanted to explore. She looked around for the T-shirt she'd worn to bed and smiled when she found it tossed on the floor. She'd apparently taken it off during the night, and no wonder: it was hotter than Billy-be-damned in the house. Sliding the shirt over her head, she went in search of the bathroom to take care of a pressing need and brush her teeth thoroughly. She stared at the toothbrushes in the holder and realized she didn't know which one was hers. She liked the looks of the green one and took it, reasoning that it really didn't matter since she'd probably shared every bodily fluid possible with her husband. The thought gave her a delicious little shiver. She decided to take a shower, but first she wanted to find Donnie.
She walked down the hall and was accosted by Jordan and Pippen, who were very happy to see her as always. After petting them and telling them what clever boys they were, she ended up in the living room. There was Donnie, stretched out on the sofa and looking really uncomfortable, huddled under a knitted throw. She went over to him and kissed him under his ear. "Wake up, sweetheart. It's morning."
His eyes popped open and he smiled at her before wincing in discomfort.
"Why are you out here on the sofa, Donnie? I'll bet your back feels terrible. How about a hot shower to get the kinks out?"
He sat up slowly, due to his back's unnatural position. Swinging his legs down to the floor, he took a good look at Angelique. "You look awfully chipper. How's that head?"
She shrugged. "It still hurts a little. I seem to have a big bump on the side of my head, wanna see?" Before he could answer, she came and knelt in front of him and rested her arms on his bare thighs so he could examine her head. His long fingers probed her thick black hair and he did indeed find a sizable knot. While he was doing that, her warm palms were tracing circles on his thighs, creating a sensation that was difficult to ignore and impossible to deny. He pulled her up to sit on the sofa next to him. Praying for control, he suggested that Angelique take a shower, also. "The steam will make you feel better and I'll get you an ice pack for the head. I'm really good at making ice packs," he said with a grim smile.
"Well, why don't we shower together?" Angelique said seductively. "That way we can get nice and clean at the same time."
Trying to conceal his panic, Donnie insisted that she shower alone. "I'll fix us breakfast while you do that" Angelique looked disappointed, but she was touched by his offer of breakfast.
"That's very sweet of you, Donnie. You don't have to go to work today?"
Donnie couldn't help himself-he leaned over and kissed her on the temple. "I'm not going in today, baby. I don't want to leave you, for one thing, and nobody is going anywhere for another. Look out the window."
Angelique went to the living room window and pulled the draperies open to a winter wonderland. It had snowed about ten inches during the night and was still coming down in fat flakes. Her look of utter delight needed no exclamation; she just stood there and drank it in. Donnie looked at her and surrendered to the charming picture she made. He went to stand behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "It is kind of pretty out there, as long as I get to be in here," he said, nuzzling her neck.
Angelique turned around in his arms and hugged him. "With me?" she asked flirtatiously. "I'm glad to be here with you, too. By the way, what color is my toothbrush?"
He looked at her oddly and said, "It's purple, why do you ask?"
Chapter Fifteen
Donnie and Angelique were sitting in the living room with the draperies wide open, watching the snow. Things had been progressing quite smoothly, once the after-shower incident passed. He'd been in the kitchen trying to figure out what he could possibly fix for breakfast when he heard Angelique's voice behind him.
"Donnie, where is the washing machine?"
He'd turned around to see her standing in the kitchen, wearing hip-hugging white cotton panties with tiny pink pin dots and a tiny pink bow in the front. She was also wearing a very seductive half-cup bra made of the same fabric and a pair of thick white socks that should have looked totally out of place. Instead she looked incredibly sexy and adorable and he was extremely glad the refrigerator door was blocking his nether regions from her view.