Stormy Vows - Iris Johansen [58]
One hand traveled from her breast to the tense muscles of her stomach, stroking and rubbing the silken skin caressingly, before slipping down beneath the bikini briefs, his other hand loosening the ties at her hips. He lifted and threw back his head, the cords standing out on his strong throat. “God! I want you! Now!” he said, tormented. He closed his eyes, his hands still moving compulsively on her body.
He drew a deep breath, and a convulsive shudder shook his body. Suddenly he rolled away from her, and was on his feet beside the recliner, his hands clenched into fists. He looked down at her, his chest heaving with the effort he was making for control.
She looked up at him, her bare breasts moving rapidly with the same emotion that was wracking him.
“Cover yourself!” he said thickly. “Or so help me, I'll take you right here and now, and I won't give a damn how public it is.”
She sat up slowly and looked around for something to cover herself. The bikini top seemed to have disappeared, and she was looking around for it vaguely, when Donovan gave a smothered imprecation and reached down for the towel he had discarded. He threw it to her impatiently.
She clutched it obediently, tucking it beneath her arms, not realizing how provocative the pose was.
Donovan's face was set in harsh lines, his blue eyes burning with flames not yet subsided. “I've got appointments and meetings set up all day and most of the evening,” he said grimly, his gaze drawn compulsively to the high curves of her breasts beneath the towel. “So you have another reprieve. It's your last one, Brenna, and for only twenty-four hours.” He lifted his hand as if to ward off her protests and arguments, though, in truth, she was not saying a word, just gazing at him with wide, luminous eyes.
“I can't help it if you're not ready, or if you want more time,” he said harshly. “I've waited long enough.” He turned on his heel, and strode away toward the house, aggressiveness and belligerence in every step.
Brenna settled back on the recliner, still clutching the towel and gazed after him, a loving amusement in her eyes and the deliciously contented smile of a cat who'd just been given the deed to the dairy.
nine
“I'LL BE BACK BEFORE FIVE,” DORIS CHARLES said worriedly. “You're sure you don't mind taking care of him for a few hours? After all, I had a day off just two days ago. I feel a little guilty taking off again so soon.”
Brenna grinned. “Remember to whom you're speaking. I'm the Cinderella girl who never even dreamed she'd have a nanny for Randy only a month ago. Besides, a trip to the dentist isn't exactly a wild spree. Haven't you ever heard of sick benefits?”
“Well, if you're sure…” Doris said doubtfully, and Brenna briskly assured her that she was quite sure, and with a little more coaxing, Doris Charles was persuaded to leave.
Brenna shook her head ruefully, as she picked Randy up in preparation for a trip to the sandbox in the corner of the patio. Sometimes she thought Doris was a little too dedicated to Randy. That infected wisdom tooth must have been excruciating, yet she had put off having it pulled for almost a day, because she didn't want to leave Randy with his own mother. She would enjoy having Randy to herself again, Brenna thought happily, and Doris would surely be back in time to take Randy over while she dressed for dinner. The note Michael had left her at breakfast had said he'd join her for dinner at eight.
She had not seen Michael since he had left her at the pool yesterday, but Mrs. Haskins had told her this morning that he had gone to the complex to see Mr. Walters. He would probably be closeted with Monty most of the day, and lucky to be home for dinner, she thought anxiously. Then her frown cleared miraculously as she remembered Donovan's lovemaking by the pool yesterday. She had an idea it would take more than a business meeting to keep him from keeping their appointment tonight.
She put Randy down in the sandbox and handed