Trapped Into Marriage (19 page)

“Say it again,” she ordered against his mouth, her hands sliding down his chest and resting over his heart that pounded reassuringly beneath her palm.

“I love you.”

Keyonna shivered at the throb in his beautifully accented voice, pulling back to gaze into his dark eyes. “Again,” she said with a cheeky smile, but his gaze was sober as they held hers deeply.

“I love…,” Nick began, but Keyonna caught the rest of it in her mouth as she kissed him again, deeply and so hungrily that the breath seemed knocked out of them both. Her hands played over his silky-matted chest, her fingers curling into the soft hairs. And then her eager palms danced lower, moaning with pleasure in the satin smoothness of his firm skin, the way his muscles rippled beneath her touch.

“Keyonna,” Nick groaned as she explored him more intimately, her fingers dipping beneath the unbuttoned waistband of his jeans to stroke his burgeoning thickness. His breathing became ragged as the heat of passion erupted in the air, ready to bring down the walls until everything was just rubble and dust around them…

***

Nick took hold of her errant wrists, switching her on her back as he drew her hands high over her head, out of mischief’s way. He thought of the last several hours spent just exploring each other’s passions and fantasies. From the bed, to the shower, then up against the bathroom counter…He’d meant it when he’d told her she could make a man want to have sex in all sorts of places with her; to discover every thrill her delightfully sexy body could bring. She drew out the beast in him but Nick still held much of his ferocious need for her back. It wasn’t a week since the accident and they’d also had the trip over on the plane. 

“Let’s not forget our intention to take it slow, hmm?” he teased softly. “I wouldn’t want you to exert yourself so soon after your ordeal.”

“Nick, I told you,” Keyonna sighed with a roll of her eyes. “I’m not made of…”

“Glass, I know,” he broke in with a chuckle, but his humor faded as he gazed down at her, his eyes darkening almost black as they skipped over her naked frame; her breasts full and firm yet as delicate as the most exotic of fruits. He bent his head to kiss them warmly, using his tongue to lave the dark tips that hardened to buttons and had Keyonna moaning softly with the pleasure of it. Intoxicated by her texture and scent, Nick dipped even lower, dusting her with kisses down to her navel. He circled the tiny indent with his tongue until she squirmed.

He released his hold on her wrists and she quickly sank her fingers in his hair and drew his head up, rewarding him with the sweet nectar of her lips.

Nick drank gustily, kissing her so hard his senses reeled. Each time they kissed he thought of those weeks he’d spent going crazy with worry and angst mingled with the feeling of being thwarted. No woman had ever got through his walls the way Keyonna had. Thinking how furious he’d been to find out she’d run out on him, and then how his heart had almost shut down when she’d had that accident – both extremes had torn him in two. One conclusion and one only came up from all that had happened: Keyonna had stolen his heart and he was happily, gladly entrapped.

Their lips clung in a molten tango and he groaned, his fingers busy delving into that secret part of her he found was as warm and slick and ready for him as ever. She blew his mind the way she responded to him so willingly, never holding back. Nick almost couldn’t wait to enjoy once more the wonders that deep, snug well held.

“Oh darling,” Keyonna gasped into his mouth, her back arching off the bed as her pelvis bucked into his stroking hand. “Oh please…”

He shushed her with a deeper kiss, not letting up from the spell he was weaving with his gentle fingers deep within her core. Not until she at last cried out her release minutes later. Her fingernails dug shallowly in his back and his name was a chant on her lips.

Nick broke the kiss, drawing back slightly and waiting until she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her gaze was awed, her skin flushed from her recent, spasmodic orgasm. Nick loved watching her cum, see her body undulate like a belly dancer’s; a sight so radiant and even sublime. She couldn’t know what a gift it was when she succumbed to his touch and let him control her pleasure.

As she stared up at him, he found it impossible to hold back the depth of his emotions, saying deeply, “You’re the one woman in the world that means more to me than my life. Don’t ever forget that.”

“I won’t,” Keyonna vowed on a heart-felt sigh, her arms linking around his neck and drawing his face close to hers. Their breaths mingled from their parted lips, and Nick could hold back no longer. Her softness, her sweetness, called to him like a siren. Overtaken by his need for her, he sheathed himself sleekly within her velveteen snugness.

Nick lunged in deep, long thrusts, stretching out each moment like it was the last. Her pliant body glided up to meet his, and damn she could move like a temptress; her hips rolling and writhing in ways that would make even a stone statue come to life.

Keyonna crooned sexy nothings in his ear and his control snapped. Just like that, he clamped his hands on her hips and rammed in deep, his mouth latching to one swaying brown nipple as he growled deep in his throat. Keyonna’s cries of pleasure filled his ears as her fingers dug into his ass, her legs spread wide and high to urge him as deep as possible. She drove him insane.

To all the heights he went to, Nick took Keyonna with him. And she simply slayed him when she took all he had to give, even as far as to meet him halfway. He’d never met a woman like her; who took such joy in satisfying her man and whose pleasure was totally embedded in his. The moment he felt her walls begin to twitch and convulse around his grinding shaft, only then could he finally unleash the final grip on his restraint. He came in a rush of fast, heedless thrusts as Keyonna screeched and shook beneath him. Nick felt an answering tremor rock his frame as he collapsed against her; heart, soul and body replete.

Chapter Fourteen

“Phew! Am I glad you talked me into chilling out the beach. I had so much fun!” Keyonna exclaimed, walking back into the house and reclining on one of the living room sofas. She’d been so self-conscious about exposing her body in a swimsuit especially when the bruises from her accident could still be evident. But Nick had assured her she would look gorgeous and besides, the villa was on a private beach; it was just them for miles and miles.

Since that was the case, Keyonna picked her skimpiest pair, though she still felt shy walking around almost naked in broad daylight beneath the gleaming eyes of her sexy-as-hell husband. Gone was the brooding, controlling Nick she remembered. He was just the perfect gentleman, attentive and charming. They had their romantic walk on the beach and then a picnic high on some rocks overlooking the water. The serenity and the eloquence in every wave and cloud was mesmerizing.

They’d talked and she’d flirted terribly with him; it still felt like the first time when she was around him and Keyonna took delight in teasing him with saucy comments he least expected. Like telling him that though she’d always found him cocky when she first met him, she’d had sleepless nights filled with fantasies of being taken hard and roughly by him.

“And just in case you’re wondering, baby…you’ve succeeded in fulfilling every one of those raunchy fantasies,” Keyonna had cooed in his ear, and he’d growled, grabbing her by the waist and spinning her round and round on the sand. Keyonna couldn’t stop giggling as she clung to his broad shoulders dressed in a white linen shirt, left unbuttoned beneath his rolled-up matching white pants.

“You do great things for my ego, little one,” Nick had teased, his dark eyes pleased and crinkling. “I’ll have to remind myself not to get a bighead before this honeymoon is over.”

Keyonna had merely laughed, glad to see him look so happy. And now he sat next to her on the sofa, handing her a glass of a cool cocktail which Keyonna sipped on gratefully.

“I think the walk out in the sun has brought the bloom back in your cheeks,” he said with a tender stroke of his knuckles along the side of her face. “I was beginning to feel guilty, barely letting you go from bedroom to shower in all the days since we arrived.”

“Hmm,” Keyonna purred, looking at him over her glass and meeting his wolfish grin. “I recall we did make it to the kitchen a few times – after all we both couldn’t live on hot sex alone.”

Nick let out a deep chuckle as he took her free hand and kissed the knuckles warmly. “Speak for yourself,
cara mia
. This sexy body’s got all the nourishment a grown man like me needs.” And to buttress his point, he lowered his head to take a hearty nibble from her bare shoulder, making her squeal.

But then Keyonna’s eyes sobered, and she sighed deeply. “If only I could remember…” She paused, frowning slightly as she felt Nick stiffen. She’d sensed early on that he didn’t really like her straining her memory or bringing up anything that must have happened before she woke up lying in that hospital bed. And yet it was two weeks since then and even with all the happy times they’d shared here on this beautiful Greek island in his dreamy villa, Keyonna could no longer fight the factuality that there were a few pieces to the puzzle missing, and it bugged her.

Now that she felt stronger not just physically but mentally, Keyonna felt it was about time she tried to put the lost pieces back together…

***

Keyonna was looking right at him as she asked, “What do you think happened, Nick?”

Nick paused, not sure exactly how or where to start. He could read the uncertainty in her eyes and he loathed himself for wishing this conversation wasn’t about to happen.

“I…I’ve been wary to ask,” she went on less confidently, her eyes downcast as she fidgeted with her glass. “I kept hoping it would all just come back to me eventually. But now…I just want to know.”

Nick drew in a deep sigh and thought, this was it. They’d spent the last two weeks blissfully, taking each day as it came. Making each moment count. Nick had been happy to shut out the outside world; no checking his business emails, warning his assistant’s not to call him unless it was an unavoidable emergency.

He’d even spoken to Keyonna’s parents and closest friends and warned them about her memory loss, asking that they leave him to try to explain what may have happened. Nick wasn’t sure how much he could count on them to keep from stressing Keyonna with their own version of events. And yet now here he was, with no way to avoid the inevitable. Keyonna needed answers and she needed them now.

Bracing himself, he asked calmly and yet knowing he was hedging, “Exactly what do you remember?”

“Um, let’s see…” Keyonna’s expression was thoughtful as she tapped her chin. “I recall all about the way we met that night at Mark’s party – you know, with Rachel breaking up with you and then you proposing to me.”

Nick’s lips twisted somewhat wryly. “Thank you for putting it so mildly. Considering I demanded you marry me or lose all you worked for.”

Keyonna seemed to squirm, but then placed a hand on his with a warm touch. “I’m not bringing all this up to drag up the wrong or right of anything that’s happened. I don’t regret being here with you, right now.”

“Thank you,” he said simply, catching her hand and planting a kiss on the soft underside of her wrist. Keyonna squirmed once again, with pleasure this time, but then became serious again.

“Okay; then I can see the wedding and both of us standing together talking and afterwards you walking away from me…” She paused with a deep sigh and a shake of her head. “But then that’s where it’s all a blur; right up to the moment I opened my eyes in the hospital.”

Keyonna’s gaze sought his. “Can’t you tell me what happened in between?”

“I can’t. Because I don’t know,” Nick said honestly. And how was he going to be able to tell her that she’d packed a bag and deserted him on their wedding day, disappearing for weeks before he finally found her? And then to almost lose her again when that bike had run her down? An accident he blamed himself for everyday because she’d been running away from him, again? It all seemed too absurd to try to relate to her.

“Look, Nick,” Keyonna said with a small smile, “You can cut out the mystery, okay? I understand that you’re trying to protect me because the doctor told us I had to take it easy and not rush things, and that the memory loss is only temporary – or so he says…”

“So he says,” Nick heard himself echo somewhat hollowly, as in that instant he wished that Keyonna could remain this way, with that terrible part of her life lost to them for good.

That way it wouldn’t come back to destroy the happiness they now shared.

Dios
, but he loved this woman. The past several days spent alone with her had given enough opportunity to count the ways Keyonna was not just beautiful on the outside, but inside. She had the brightest disposition; was highly intelligent and interested in the world around her. They could discuss anything under the sun; art, music and current affairs and she always had an informed opinion. Not that they actually had spent that much time talking, considering how many – or how few – the hours they’d spent out of bed. But when they did get to talk, she showed a true depth of character that beguiled and struck him.