He turned to face her again. "You father? Is that what you are really wanting worried about, or yourself? Have you stopped to think of what your father wants…instead of what you want?"
"He won't accept your help or your money" she insisted.
He pounced on that statement, inflamed by her antagonism towards him. "I'm sure he will when I talk to him, especially with the current situation right now... And the baby too. He and I may have had our differences, but we have worked together for a long time. I'm sure we can come up with something. You are the one who is being unnecessarily stubborn. So why do you refuse my help?" he challenged.
Intriguing to watch the flush come again, sweeping into her cheeks with blazing heat. She dropped her gaze and fiercely claimed,"I can manage on my own. With the mortgage reduced, I can…"
"What if you can’t? Why risk it?" He paused, sure now in h
He shook his head. The absurdity was…she was the only woman he wanted... The one woman in his world. They hadn't been in a committed relationship, but he hadn't been seeing anyone else. Nevertheless, the realisation finally dawned that Kelly was not only worried about her father and the company, but she was also consumed by an intense sense of vulnerability, fighting him to keep herself and their child on the only secure ground she knew."There is no competition," he said gently, wanting to erase her fears.Rank disbelief stared back at him. It propelled him forward, his hands spread in an openly inviting gesture. "You can trust me, Kelly. As my wife, you’ll have my absolute commitment and loyalty." Still the rigid stance, arms folded in stubborn resistance, but there was a wavering in her eyes, perhaps a wanting to believe that couldn’t quite be suppressed.He curved his hands over the tense muscles o
"No... No... No" Raymond replied, realized how hurt his daughter was, and how terribly he had responded. He knew that she was right. He had been selfish....always focused on his company that he had forgotten what mattered most. His family. He had neglected her. Made her quit things she loved... Made her do things she didn't want to do. And now he had lost it all. Had lost his company, and he felt like he was loosing her too.He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. "I'm so sorry, baby" he whispered, "I have been a terrible father. Chasing after things that didn't really matter. Put my relationship with you on hold. I guess I always told myself there was still time to make up for it, but I was wrong, and I'm sorry. I'm so worried about you too. Is this really what you want?"Kelly wasn't quite sure. She cared about Dimitri. She liked him... A lot... Maybe even loved him. Although she wasn't quite sure how he felt about he
Pleasure in her appearance, yes. Also a flash of triumphant satisfaction, possibly in having carried through what he’d decided was right, even to holding off having any intimate connection with her until their wedding night. But mostly, she saw a simmering desire, revelling in the promise that she was his, to have and to hold from this day forth.Sweet relief. At least he did want sex with her. At least they had this attraction to each other.He kissed her with a slow, seductive sensuality, his mouth certainly seeming to suggest that passion was just lying in wait for the privacy of their honeymoon.No problems in bed, Kelly assured herself. Maybe her pregnancy actually made her more desirable to him. She hoped so, acutely conscious of the more rounded tummy hidden by the clever design of her wedding gown.He steered her to the table where they were to sign the marriage certificate.
He found her in the balcony, leaning on the rails. She was wearing a short pink nightwear. And she looked so damn sexy. Dimitri swallowed hard. She looked lost in her thoughts that she didn't even notice him standing there, so he moved a little closer."Kelly" he said softly, and she turned immediately, looking startled."Gosh. Why do you always do that, Dimitri" she asked, as her hand lifted to her chest."I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you" Dimitri said, "You weren't in the bedroom so I came looking for you. Are you alright?"She couldn't meet his gaze, so she turned away from him and continued to look out."I'm fine, Dimitri" she replied.Dimitri took a few steps closer, "Look, Kelly. You don't have to.. We don't have to... Do anything tonight if you don't want to. I totally understand, and I'm willing to wait until
Reaching for steady purchase to cling to in the erotic maelstrom, she dug her fingernails into his shoulder. And held on.“Come here,” he murmured, his hand dropping to grab hers, and began to lead her out of the balcony.He was heading for the bedroom, but Kelly had no such patience. As soon as they got to the living room, she took over and pulled him towards the couch. Dimitri followed her. He loved it whenever she took charge.She sat down and her fingers shook only slightly as she grabbed the waist of his pyjamas. He took another step closer and Kelly pushed the pants down past his hips. She didn’t bother pushing the boxers down, but instead reached her hand inside the opening and grabbed his dick.“That’s it, baby. Take what you want.” Dimitri murmured.His words were raspy and sounded dirty.She liked them. Kelly scoote
Switching to the other mound, he rubbed the wet tip, but slid his free hand down her torso, over her stomach and between her legs. Her audible catch of breath echoed in the room, and she stilled as his fingers slipped down there, resting on top of her sex.Lifting his head, he met her gaze. “Yes or no?” he asked softly.Desire burned in his mismatched eyes, but so did resolve. His stare assured her that he wanted her. He was teasing her and she knew it....and she liked it too.“Yes,” she said, the answer firm and sure.She wanted his touch. Him. Releasing her hand from his hair, she dipped it between her legs as well, covering his fingers with hers. “Yes,” she repeated.She tilted her hips, and their combined touch glided over her flesh. Twin thick groans saturated the air, and she couldn’t contain the cry that slipped from her lips.
She knew though, instinctively, that giving into the salty tang of tears would be a bad idea. Even while she was part mad with pleasure, she didn’t want to show how completely he shifted something inside her, nor how much this meant to her....Because Kelly felt a surge of feminine power and it was instantaneous and went beyond words. She didn’t think she was ready to tell him how much this meant to her.... That she was in love with him. She felt it and that was enough.She had never met anyone who made her feel this way. Made her feel precious. No one had ever looked at her like he did.... as though he would die if he didn’t kiss her.... as though the push and pull of their chemistry was robbing him of sense.Dimitri did.He moved his body and he stared into her eyes and she felt a cascade of emotions from him to her, then he pulled out of her, ignoring her protest.&n
Not once did he speak of loving her, and Kelly could not bring herself to admit to the feelings had about him. She was the mother of his child. That was what their marriage was based on. And Dimitri certainly did his best to be a husband she could be happy with.And she was happy for the most part. When they returned home, she moved to Dimitri's place. Dimitri threw himself into work, coming home to her each evening with the air of a man well satisfied with jobs done. Sometimes he even worked from home so he could help her, especially when she was a little sick, he tired his best to be there for her.She couldn’t fault his commitment to their partnership. Things seemed to be going well, and Kelly hoped that it would continue to be that way. That even if he didn't love her, he understood her and wanted the best for her and her baby. But her hopes were short lived when she checked her email one afternoon.