had been insatiable, and her sex-toy collection featured a few devices he'd encountered for the first time.
“Sure.” She snorted and stamped a bare foot. “Right.”
“Be reasonable, Destiny. You can't hold my sexual history against me. Nadine is in the past.”
“Reasonable. Fine.” Her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms, her posture and body language belligerent to the max. “Your girlfriend Nadine demanded me as her editor and has been nothing but downright nasty to me since I was assigned to her.”
She threw her arms up in the air and spat, “Oh forget it. I can't believe you'd sleep with that bitch. She hasn't got a nice bone in her body. I'll never understand men. Doesn't it matter that she'd just as soon screw you as stick a knife in your back?”
Destiny paced a furious oval in front of the couch. “First Juanita steals my boyfriend and makes a sex tape so hot, she makes millions before the book's even out. It doesn't matter that he didn't bother to spend two seconds kissing me before screwing me. No, he sets a record for…for… Oooh, I am so mad I could scream.”
“Go ahead. Get it off your chest.” He should've realized she'd have a temper. Anyone as passionate and as responsive in bed as his Destiny would explode when prodded beyond control.
“You are never to touch me again.” She stabbed her fingernail into his pecs, then landed a hard open-palm smack on his bicep. “I am such a fool. I had begun to think maybe I was special. Ha!”
She rounded the corner, spied the wineglasses by the sink, picked up the first one, and hurled it.
Linc traced the crystal’s aerial path, ducked two seconds before it would’ve impacted on his temple, and glanced over his shoulder to watch it splinter and splatter on the far wall and floor.
“Aim for the fireplace, Destiny. Less clean up.” He squatted as the other glass smashed into the stone mantel on the opposite wall.
Both bowls followed. Linc couldn't identify her target, since almost every wall or surface had been hit. When she gripped a knife handle, he vaulted to his feet, grabbed both her wrists, and used his pelvis to immobilize her against the cabinet.
“Don't move your feet. There's glass and shards everywhere.” She struck his shoulder, pinched his forearm, and tweaked his nipple while he maneuvered her sweet ass onto the counter. When she bared her teeth, he sucked in his belly and leaned back.
“No. Stop. You will not bite me to hurt me.” Giving her a serious shake, Linc growled, “You are fucking special, Destiny Driven, and you will get over this, because I fully intend to make love to you for as long as it takes.”
A hot tear plopped onto his chest, followed by another, then another, and the drips grew into a steady stream.
“I will not cry.”
Her voice came out on a croak, and the slight hiccup in her fierce statement made his heart roll over in his chest.
“Cry, sweet Destiny, cry. Let it all out.”
She took his advice. Face covered with her hands, she cried, muttering incoherent little phrases including traitor , chauvinistic pig , Judas , and thunder thighs , in between bouts of sobbing. After her little fists beat his shoulders, her thumbs rubbed soothing circles on the spots she'd hit.
Destiny bawled adorably. His lips kept twitching, and he couldn't repress a few broad grins, which thankfully she never saw since her nose was buried in his chest. All the while he stroked her back, sliding his hand along the curve of her spine, sniffing her hair, occasionally massaging the base of her neck, kneading bunched muscles. Destiny had a host of insecurities, and from her mumbles and grumbles, he discerned a truckload of blame rested clearly on her parents' shoulders.
The midnight darkness behind the wall of windows in the main room of the cabin lifted a shade, the slight alleviation the harbinger of Alaskan predawn. Big, fat snowflakes drifted in lazy swirls to the white carpet mounded fifteen inches high in
“Sure.” She snorted and stamped a bare foot. “Right.”
“Be reasonable, Destiny. You can't hold my sexual history against me. Nadine is in the past.”
“Reasonable. Fine.” Her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms, her posture and body language belligerent to the max. “Your girlfriend Nadine demanded me as her editor and has been nothing but downright nasty to me since I was assigned to her.”
She threw her arms up in the air and spat, “Oh forget it. I can't believe you'd sleep with that bitch. She hasn't got a nice bone in her body. I'll never understand men. Doesn't it matter that she'd just as soon screw you as stick a knife in your back?”
Destiny paced a furious oval in front of the couch. “First Juanita steals my boyfriend and makes a sex tape so hot, she makes millions before the book's even out. It doesn't matter that he didn't bother to spend two seconds kissing me before screwing me. No, he sets a record for…for… Oooh, I am so mad I could scream.”
“Go ahead. Get it off your chest.” He should've realized she'd have a temper. Anyone as passionate and as responsive in bed as his Destiny would explode when prodded beyond control.
“You are never to touch me again.” She stabbed her fingernail into his pecs, then landed a hard open-palm smack on his bicep. “I am such a fool. I had begun to think maybe I was special. Ha!”
She rounded the corner, spied the wineglasses by the sink, picked up the first one, and hurled it.
Linc traced the crystal’s aerial path, ducked two seconds before it would’ve impacted on his temple, and glanced over his shoulder to watch it splinter and splatter on the far wall and floor.
“Aim for the fireplace, Destiny. Less clean up.” He squatted as the other glass smashed into the stone mantel on the opposite wall.
Both bowls followed. Linc couldn't identify her target, since almost every wall or surface had been hit. When she gripped a knife handle, he vaulted to his feet, grabbed both her wrists, and used his pelvis to immobilize her against the cabinet.
“Don't move your feet. There's glass and shards everywhere.” She struck his shoulder, pinched his forearm, and tweaked his nipple while he maneuvered her sweet ass onto the counter. When she bared her teeth, he sucked in his belly and leaned back.
“No. Stop. You will not bite me to hurt me.” Giving her a serious shake, Linc growled, “You are fucking special, Destiny Driven, and you will get over this, because I fully intend to make love to you for as long as it takes.”
A hot tear plopped onto his chest, followed by another, then another, and the drips grew into a steady stream.
“I will not cry.”
Her voice came out on a croak, and the slight hiccup in her fierce statement made his heart roll over in his chest.
“Cry, sweet Destiny, cry. Let it all out.”
She took his advice. Face covered with her hands, she cried, muttering incoherent little phrases including traitor , chauvinistic pig , Judas , and thunder thighs , in between bouts of sobbing. After her little fists beat his shoulders, her thumbs rubbed soothing circles on the spots she'd hit.
Destiny bawled adorably. His lips kept twitching, and he couldn't repress a few broad grins, which thankfully she never saw since her nose was buried in his chest. All the while he stroked her back, sliding his hand along the curve of her spine, sniffing her hair, occasionally massaging the base of her neck, kneading bunched muscles. Destiny had a host of insecurities, and from her mumbles and grumbles, he discerned a truckload of blame rested clearly on her parents' shoulders.
The midnight darkness behind the wall of windows in the main room of the cabin lifted a shade, the slight alleviation the harbinger of Alaskan predawn. Big, fat snowflakes drifted in lazy swirls to the white carpet mounded fifteen inches high in
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