A Merry Little Christmas(36)

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.