Page 75 of Bed of Thorns

“Hey, baby. Nothing is going to take me away from you. Nothing. You are the most important thing in my life.”

My possession.

My obsession.

My stomach churned as the two words ran through my mind. That wasn’t fair. He’d never treated me as anything but his queen. His…

“I hope so, Edmond. I love you.”

He lowered his head, lightly pressing his lips across mine, brushing them back and forth, a slight growl erupting from his throat.

As usual, I tingled all over, my mind instantly foggy from the way my body reacted to him.

My nipples hardening.

My pussy aching.

If only he’d tell the driver to turn around, take us to a motel for a quickie. At least the sinful thought gave me a smile.

Sadly, that wasn’t going to happen.

The kiss erupted into our usual heated passion, his actions becoming more aggressive. Suddenly, his hands slipped down to my breasts, kneading both then pinching my nipples through the thin material. While the sensations rocketing through me were incredible, I tried to push him away, only to have him tug me further down on the seat. I managed to break the kiss, gasping for breath as he curled his hand around a portion of the dress, dragging it up further on my legs.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, aware the driver could see everything we were doing by looking into the rearview mirror.

“Taking what’s mine. They can wait.”

“Edmond. No. We can’t do that.”

“I can do anything I want.” He issued a more possessive growl then brushed his lips along my jaw, dropping his head against my chest. When he pulled the bodice of my gown away, wrapping his lips around my nipple, I couldn’t stop a moan.

For a few seconds I contemplated doing something so sinful, but I refused to be disheveled for the event.

“No. No! Stop. We can do this later.”

He acted as if he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, exposing my other breast then nipping my fully aroused bud. I was lost in the moment, trying desperately to think clearly. The man was irresistible, pushing me past my boundaries of common sense. Then the driver pulled the limo to a stop, the engine still idling.

“Mr. Montego? Would you like me to circle the parking lot for a few minutes?” the driver asked, his voice loud enough it seemed he was sitting right beside us, watching our carnal activity.

I used the break to push both hands against his chest, giving him a hard look that I knew he could see even in the dimness of twilight.

Exhaling, Edmond finally pulled away, shifting my dress back into position then begrudgingly sitting upright. “No, thank you, Charles. That won’t be necessary.”

I could hear more than a hint of anger in his tone. He was furious with me for stopping him. As I sat up, I touched my hair, making certain everything was in place.

Edmond said nothing as Charles opened the door, climbing out then slowly walking to my side. I’d never felt this kind of tension between us before. As soon as he grasped my hand, pulling me onto the pavement, I could tell by his lack of expression that he’d shifted into another plane, as if the Edmond I knew no longer existed.

Perhaps this was his game face, a blank look as if nothing in the world bothered him. Gone was the tenseness in his muscles, the concern that he’d had for the day and a half since he was told about the promotion.

Now he was powerful, a man to be reckoned with.

“Have a good evening, sir. I’ll be here when you’re ready to return home,” Charles said from behind us.

Edmond didn’t look at me when he held out his crooked arm, waiting until I accepted the gesture. I’d never felt so awkward in my life. This wasn’t my lifestyle, the posh surroundings of a private club, a chauffeured limousine, and spectacular attire. I’d never been to a prom, for God’s sake, although I certainly wasn’t unaware of how to handle myself.

Act like a lady.

Don’t raise your voice.

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