Taming Clint Westmoreland - Brenda Jackson [43]
God, she was responsive, completely filled with passion, a fantasy come true. And when she couldn’t take any more and blew up, when an explosion racked her body, he continued to give her a hard kiss. He felt his own loins about to burst and fought back for control. This was her time. His time would come later.
Tonight was for her.
When the last quake left her body, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He would give her time to recover and then he intended to perform the process all over again.
Sitting across the room at his desk, Clint’s gaze encompassed Alyssa, who was knocked out on his sofa. He smiled, thinking that too much passion could definitely do that to a person. Deciding he wanted to let her sleep but didn’t want to leave her alone, he decided to pass the time browsing the Internet.
First he checked out the Web site that advertised her company and was impressed with what he saw and the listing of references. Her clients consisted of both corporations and a mom who was using the site to organize a carpooling network.
Deciding to use one of those search engines she had told him about at lunch, he was able to locate several foundations that had a similar goal as the Sid Roberts Foundation—saving wild horses. One such organization was located in Arizona. Reaching for a pen, he jotted the information down. He would contact the organization the next day.
Then with nothing else to do, he decided to search Alyssa’s name. Perhaps such a search would list other Web sites that she’d done or was associated with.
In addition to bringing up several sites that her name was linked to, he was also given a list of news articles in which her name appeared. One was an article about an award she had received for Web design. A semblance of pride touched him at her accomplishment.
Then his gaze sharpened when it came across another article. It was one that announced her marriage engagement. Clint instantly felt a sharp pain that was similar to a swift kick in his abdomen. Alyssa hadn’t told him she’d been engaged.
He flipped to the another article and his breath caught at the headlines that read Attorney Kevin Brady Weds Alyssa Barkley.
Clint’s shoulders stiffened but he managed to force them to lean forward in his chair as he read the article that was dated two years ago. “In the presence of over five hundred guests, prominent Waco attorney Kevin Brady wed local Web designer Alyssa Barkley.” There was also a picture of a beautiful Alyssa in a wedding gown.
Clint flipped off that particular screen, angered beyond belief at the thought that there was a possibility he had just made love to someone else’s wife. During their very first conversations the day she’d arrived in Austin, Alyssa had told him she was not married. Yet the article indicated that she had been married. Even if she had gotten a divorce, she should have told him about it. This changed everything, Clint thought angrily.
Stunned, he stood and moved away from the computer, feeling let down and used. Taking the chair on the other side of the sofa, he decided not to wake her. So he waited until she finally awakened a half hour later. He watched as she slowly opened her eyes, saw him sitting in the chair and smiled at him. He could tell by her expression that she was confused by his refusal to return her smile.
“Clint?” she asked, pulling her naked body up into a sitting position. “What’s wrong?”
He didn’t say anything as he tried to ignore her nudity before she reached for her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. Then in a voice tinged with the anger he was trying to hold in check, he asked, “Why didn’t you tell me you had gotten married, Alyssa?”
Eleven
A lyssa went stiff. From Clint’s expression she knew he mistook the gesture for guilt. A part of her immediately wondered if it mattered what he thought since he had been quick to think the worst of her, to believe she could