"Let's face it, honey. We're man and wife. And I mean to fuck you, sweetheart--whether you want me to or not," he informed her, a mischievous grin spanning his handsome face.
He came at her, his big cock bobbing as he walked. Thea dropped her suitcase and raced toward the bedroom. It wasn't until she attempted to slam the door on him that she realized she had unknowingly played right into his hands.
His strength was immense, she conceded, when he easily pushed the door open despite her best effort to close it.
"Thea," he said in a low tone. "A husband shouldn't have to chase his wife down to have sex with her."
Thea glanced over her shoulder at him as she headed to the bathroom. Surely he wouldn't follow her in there!
"Do you prefer a bath, or a shower?" he asked, grinning broadly as he followed on her heels.
Thea turned to face him, her cheeks flaming from viewing him naked and in such an aroused state. Propping both hands on her hips, she forced her eyes to his face.
"I do not have any desire to have sex with you," she said, her tone alarmingly steady.
"Liar," he said, his voice a husky tone. "Your nipples are hard. I can see their outline through the fabric of your blouse."
Thea's hands at once rose to cover her breasts. Yes, her nipples were tight little clusters and she was loath to admit that her crotch was damp. But she wasn't having sex with him! She simply wasn't!
He closed the gap between them, halting so close to Thea that she could count the dark spray of hair on his broad, muscled chest. The rounded head of his hard cock poked against her skirt-covered crotch. The air in the bathroom suddenly became stifling hot and she felt as though she was suffocating. She pulled in a deep breath and started to take a step back, separating herself from the close proximity of her new husband. Suddenly his hands were on her blouse, opening the tiny white pearl buttons and pushing the fabric from her body.
His hands were big, like the rest of him, but gentle as he soon rid her of her blouse. She didn't seem to be able to object, as though his actions somehow mesmerized her. His palms skimmed along her bare arms, inching upward then around to her back where he expertly unhooked her lace bra.
The fabric pulled away, her nipples at once thrust forward, poised rigid atop her creamy mounds. They begged for the touch of his hands, or his mouth. But he made no effort to touch her beckoning curves. His fingers were nimble as he lowered his hands to the rose colored skirt of her linen travel suit. In a moment the skirt fell round her ankles, leaving her clad in pink bikini panties and hot pink strap sandals.
His gaze fanned over her body from the delicate bones at her shoulders, to the shapely calves of her legs. Her breasts heaved with her rapid intake of breath, pushing her rosy nipples upward in a tantalizing thrust. Her waist nipped in, and the thin string of elastic in her tiny bikini panties hugged her rounded hips snugly.
He hadn't touched her yet, and the pain of his reluctance was excruciating. Her heart was racing with trip-hammer speed, anticipating his hands melding with her flesh. Still he resisted her.
Then he scooped her into his arms, cradled her body against his muscled chest, and walked toward the bedroom of the suite.
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Beautiful, virginal Thea Graham must find a husband or forfeit her inheritance as stipulated in her grandmother's will--but workaholic Thea doesn't have anyone in mind that she could marry. What about running an ad in the newspaper? Or joining one of those online dating services? Alas, time is short--and with so much at stake--she allows her devious cousin Rudy to come to her rescue. Rudy has the perfect man for her--Derek Stone, a handsome playboy.
