Trembling, Michelle tried to push his hand off her stomach and ease away from him. She was too vulnerable lying on her back in the middle of a bed with an angry man bending over her. She couldn’t fight in that position.
Reading the intentions in her eyes, Erik grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back into the mattress. He fought the need in his body, the pain in his heart, the burning in his soul. He’d just spent the last two hours sitting on his wife’s grave, begging her to forgive him for bringing the daughter of the man who’d killed her into her home, into their child’s life, and most treacherously for loving her and for marrying her.
As he gazed at that woman now, all he wanted to do was make love to her. He wanted to bury his sorrow inside her, because as much as he despised her lies, his love for her was a thousand times stronger.
“You told me your father was dead,” he said. “Then you told me you lied about that. You didn’t give me the full story, Michelle. You withheld vital information.”
The words stabbed at Michelle’s heart. So he’d found out? How? And why did it make him this bitter? “No,” Michelle blurted out. “I didn’t give you the whole story because I was ashamed of him. He’s a drunk. He’s always been a drunk. And when I found out that it was a drunk who killed Cas—”
“Do not speak my wife’s name, Michelle. You’ve lost that privilege.”
“I’m your wife, Erik.”
He uttered a contemptuous laugh. “Do not remind me of that. Is there anything else you’d like to tell me, Michelle?”
“No.” Tears pooled in her eyes. She’d hurt him. She swallowed the bile that rose to the back of her throat. “I’m sorry.” She placed a hand on his arm. “I was going to tell you the whole story tonight. I swear, Erik. I was going to tell you that my father is a drunk. That’s what I wanted to talk about before we left for the hotel.”
Erik wanted to believe her. He really did. Maybe Detective Garret had made a mistake. Maybe there was another drunk named Dwight Carter who just happened to have two children with the same names. It was a small world. Anything was possible. Damn, look at the situation he’d found himself in. Like Garret had said, it was a one in a million chance.
He glanced down at Michelle’s slender hand on his arm and the heat they generated sent a surge of lust through him. His gaze shifted to her face, drenched with tears. He stared at her trembling lip. Lips that were sweeter than honey. Lips that aroused him at just the mere thought of them. He splayed his hand down her body, sliding it over the cotton material of her nightshirt.
He skimmed over the mound at the apex of her thighs where he’d come to know Nirvana again and again. He dragged his hand down her smooth thighs, then with unsteady fingers he caught the hem of her shirt and dragged it up along her body. He jerked it over her head in one fluid motion then discarded her sexy little red panties just as easily.
His eyes flinched as he gazed at her loveliness. How in God’s name was he going to survive without her? He loved her. He needed her. Her pull on him was stronger than his loyalty to Cassie, stronger than the fight in his body.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Michelle saw the raw need in Erik’s eyes, felt it in his touch. He was hurting and he wanted her to make it stop. She’d had hungry sex, grief sex, regret sex, and worship sex with him. It was time for them to have angry sex.
Desire licked through her body as she watched Erik rise from the bed and unzipped his trousers, pushing them along with his boxers down to his knees. Her eyes immediately settled on his thick shaft, rising menacingly from the dark curls at his groin.#p#分页标题#e#
Her heart began to pound against her chest and the familiar moistness settled between her thighs. She’d been subjected time and time again to his strength, his power, and the unrelenting passion with which he loved. And she should be afraid. But she wasn’t. She wanted him. She wanted him with every little neuron in her body. She was his wife and wives were supposed to ease their husbands’ pain. She would ease his pain. She would make right whatever wrong he thought she had done him.
“Erik what did I do to cause you such pain, to make you so angry?” she asked.
He grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her toward him, positioning her buttocks on the edge of the mattress and throwing her legs over his shoulders. “You knew it was possible and yet you said nothing.”
“What are you talking about?” Frustration inched through her.
He leaned into her, swung his hips and pierced her, forcefully pushing his way completely to the hilt. Michelle cried out as her slick flesh parted to receive him. She clutched at his shirt, her fingers digging into the flexed muscles of his arms as he filled her.