HUSBAND BY THE HOUR

by Susan Mallery

  She couldn't move away or closer, she couldn't control her reactions, she couldn't do anything but stand there and let him please her.

  And please her he did. With a steady stroking that made her want to scream. Every part of her quivered. She needed more. She whimpered and held on to him tighter. Her hips tilted toward him, toward the magic, the promise of release.

  Then, when she felt she couldn't stand it another second, when her legs really were about to give out and she didn't have the strength to breathe, he pressed his lips to her secret flesh and sucked on that tiny spot.

  Pleasure exploded instantly. She had no idea what she did or what he did. The world could have ended. It didn't matter. Light poured through her, liquid and hot. Every muscle convulsed in a seemingly endless release of complete perfection.

  When she regained conscious thought, she found herself sitting on the edge of the bed. Nick knelt at her feet, his hands on her thighs.

  "I…" She paused, not sure there were words to express what she was feeling. She leaned toward him and cupped his face in her hands. "How did you do that?"

  He raised one eyebrow and grinned. "Trade secret."

  She kissed him. "Amazing."

  He reached for her foot and untied her athletic shoe, then repeated the procedure and removed her socks. Her jeans and panties slipped over her ankles and she kicked them off. Before she could pull her shirt over her head, he took her hands in his.

  "Did you bring any protection?" he asked.

  He'd just touched her in the most intimate way possible, so why was she blushing after the fact? It was the question, of course. Protection. She shook her head.

  He squeezed her fingers. "I'll be right back."

  He left the room. She stared after him. He hadn't tried to avoid the issue or convince her a condom wasn't necessary. He might be a con artist in his business life, but he conducted the rest of his affairs like a gentleman.

  She pulled her T-shirt over her head and reached for the back closure on her bra.

  "Wait!" he called as he stepped back into the room. "I want to do that."

  "Why?"

  He tossed a small box of condoms on the nightstand. "Taking off your clothes is the best part."

  She grinned. "If you really think that, you've been doing it wrong."

  "Nearly the best part."

  As he kissed her, he reached around her and unfastened the bra. As it slipped down her arms, he moved onto the bed and settled himself behind her, her rear pressed up against his groin. She could feel his arousal though his jeans and his broad strength against her back.

  He pushed her hair over one shoulder and dropped kisses on the other. Large, tanned hands rested on her midsection. She didn't get out much and her skin was pale. The vision of obviously male fingers touching her paleness, resting close to the dark hair at the apex of her thighs, aroused her.

  He moved his hands higher and cupped her breasts. He held her gently, carefully, stroking the soft skin with his fingers. Around and around, sneaking nearer but never touching her taut nipples.

  She decided to do some torturing of her own and rubbed her palms against his rock-hard thighs. He retaliated and finally brushed his thumbs against her nipples. She felt the contact all the way down to her toes. He did it again, then again, until the fire returned and all she could think about was how much she wanted him.

  He moved his hand down her belly and touched his little finger to that secret place. She jumped.

  "No," she cried and turned on the bed. "You're taking off your clothes, too."

  He leaned back on his elbows and grinned. "I wouldn't have expected you to be pushy in bed. I'm pleasantly surprised."

  "It's only fair."

  "You're right." He straightened and pulled off his T-shirt. It went sailing across the room.

  He was broad and muscled, tanned skin covered with gold hair. She pushed him onto his back and pressed a kiss in the center of his chest. He smelled masculine and tasted of temptation. She ran her palms up and down the hard ridges of his belly, savoring the strength and the way her touch made him jump.

  She kissed a line from the center of his chest to his right shoulder, then bit down.

  He groaned and tangled his hands in her hair. "You're even more beautiful than I thought. Kiss me."

  She brought her mouth to his. Their tongues mated. She slipped her hand down his belly, over his jeans, then cupped his arousal. He was large, hard and pulsing. Between her legs, heat exploded. She wanted him there, claiming her.

  He broke the kiss. "I wish you wanted this as much as I did."

  "I do," she said, then smiled. "Trust me. I want you."

  "But you haven't been dreaming about it."

  She thought about the nights she'd lain awake listening for sounds from the living room, wondering what he slept in and if he ever thought of her. "It's crossed my mind a time or two."

  He didn't look convinced.

  She leaned closer, letting her bare breasts stroke his chest. "You sometimes wear a black suit. There's something about the cut. I can't explain it, but when you take off the jacket and throw it over your shoulder, my knees get weak."

  "Yeah, right."

  "I'm not kidding. You wear this white shirt and your shoulders are about a mile wide. I always watch you walk away from me when you wear that suit. The trousers really show off your butt. It should be illegal."

  She felt wicked confessing these secrets, but the desire flaring in his eyes made it all worthwhile. He reached down and unfastened his jeans. She grabbed them and pulled them off. His erection sprang free. Without thinking, she reached for him, holding him gently and stroking the hard length of him.

  "You've turned me on a time or two yourself," he said, his voice strained as he tried to maintain control while she touched him.

  She laughed. "Like when?"

  "Oh, just by breathing. You ever notice how I usually knock something to the floor when I sit at your desk?"

  "Yes."

  "I want to see you bend over and get it. You do your hair so the back of your neck is bare. I always think about kissing you there and I—"

  She rubbed her fingers lightly over the sensitive tip of his arousal. He gasped sharply, then groaned.

  Their eyes met. She knew in her heart she was making a huge mistake. Once she gave Nick her body, there was no going back. In time, she would be forced to pay for these few moments of exquisite pleasure. And yet, when she thought about what would happen in the future, she couldn't regret what she was about to do.

  "Love me," she whispered and knew she meant more than just the physical fact of their joining.

  He hastened to use the protection. When she was about to roll off him, he urged her to straddle his hips and lower herself onto him.

  He filled her completely. His hands clasped her hips, urging her to ride him like some reckless, untamed creature. The heat in his gaze gave her courage and she moved up and down in a sensual rhythm designed to force them both into madness.

  For once in her life, she was proud to be strong and tall. Her thigh muscles tightened with each thrust, allowing her to move faster without tiring. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders; her breasts bounced. She knew she looked like a wild woman and she didn't care.

  When the need spiraled inside her, she surged toward it. When he reached a hand between her thighs and found her most sensitive place, she whispered for him to touch her. When she felt him collect himself, then hold back, waiting for her, she stared at his face, at the taut lines and muscles.

  Without words, he begged her to find her release. She stopped, suspended by a connection so strong that nothing could sever it. His fingers danced over her center, moving gently on slick flesh. She saw the promise, closed her eyes and abandoned herself to her fate. His fingers moved in counterpoint to the thrusting. For the second time, she found paradise in his touch.

  While she fought for breath and spasms of pleasure rippled through her, he stiffened and called out her name. Her
body clenched tightly, bringing him the same release she had known.

  * * *

  When they'd caught their breath, she slid off him and settled next to him on the bed. Aftershocks swept through him, making a leg tremble, an arm jerk. Nick settled her head on his shoulder and stroked her hair. Her breasts nestled against his side; her knee rode his thigh.

  "Amazing," he said, knowing he'd expected good and instead been blown away.

  "I agree."

  He wondered if she had any regrets. She didn't act like it. Maybe they would show up later. Maybe he should quit borrowing trouble and just enjoy the moment.

  "To think I wasted a year resisting you," she said. "We could have been doing this all along."

  The thought of it made him want to make love to her again. It also terrified him. "Hey, I said you were pretty. I never said you were bright." She pinched the lean skin around his waist and he twisted away. "Okay, okay, you're pretty and bright. Happy?"

  She sighed. "Very."

  He continued to stroke her hair, playing with the strands, twisting them around his fingers, then releasing them. "So how long have you had a thing for my butt?" he asked, remembering her earlier confession.

  She turned toward him, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Since the first day I watched you walk away."

  He winked. "I suspected that."

  "Really?"

  He kissed her forehead. "No, not really. You were very circumspect. I bet you thought I was a life-form slightly lower than a cockroach."

  "Sometimes I did," she admitted. "At first I thought you were coming on to all the female officers. Then I figured out it was only me. I just never knew why."

  They were treading very close to dangerous territory. As he often had with her before, he decided the truth would be the easiest answer.

  "I liked you."

  She studied him for a long time. "As simple as that?"

  "Why make it complicated?"

  "I don't think many people have liked me. I'm not sure I'm a likable person."

  "Trust me, you have some wonderful qualities." He stroked the side of her breast.

  She snuggled closer and relaxed her head. Silence filled the room. He stared at the ceiling and tried to convince himself he hadn't made a huge mistake. Even as he fought the panic at the back of his mind, he told himself he didn't actually feel emotionally connected to Hannah. They hadn't done more than make love. Okay, so maybe they'd become lovers, which was a little more, but it wasn't a permanent affiliation. When their time was up, he would walk away. As planned.

  Lies and truth. Always lies and truth. If he walked he would be leaving a part of himself right here. He belonged in Hannah's arms. He felt it as surely as he felt the effects of gravity.

  Belonging. Caring. Were they love?

  Hell of a statement on his life. He was thirty-four years old and he didn't know what it meant to be in love. He couldn't define it and probably wouldn't recognize it if it came up and bit him.

  He was sure of one thing. He didn't want to leave her. Make that two things. When their time together was up, he was out of here.

  Better for both of them. He couldn't be what she wanted. He didn't know how. So he would walk away with nothing but the memory of how it could have been.

  * * *

  Hannah had finally grown used to dining with a large group of people. She realized she'd been truly accepted when one of the children pointed to the icing she'd left on her plate and asked if she was going to finish it.

  Hannah laughed. "Help yourself," she said, passing the plate.

  The routine was familiar. The children set the table, the women cooked and served, the men cleaned up. Once the bulk of the dishes were done, everyone came back to the table and ate dessert.

  Tonight they were at Jordan's house. Holly led the way into the living room, where the adults settled in on the sofas. The children raced upstairs to play games.

  Sandy flopped into a wing chair. "Can I leave my four with you, Holly? You could practice being a mother and give me the night off."

  "Sure. I'd love it."

  "Ha. That's because they'd be on their best behavior for you." Sandy shook her head. "I hate the last few weeks of school. The kids are getting excited about the summer holidays and having trouble concentrating on their classes. And I get to think about all that time at home with nothing for them to do but say 'We're bored. What can we do?'"

  Holly looked at her. "Surely it's not that bad."

  Elizabeth laughed. "It's worse."

  As the conversation flowed around the room, Hannah was aware that Nick was still in the kitchen helping Louise with the dessert plates. Just thinking about him brought a smile to her lips. Had everyone been able to tell that they'd made love that afternoon? She'd felt sure her happiness was showing on her face. She hadn't been able to stop smiling all evening.

  After she'd napped for about an hour, she awakened to find Nick nibbling his way up from her ankles. When he'd shown her that the first two times hadn't been a fluke, she'd gotten her own back by torturing him the same way. She'd never done that to a man before, had never taken him in her mouth and pleasured him. When she'd confessed her inadequacies, he'd told her he wouldn't mind being her first. She'd felt awkward in the beginning, then had relished the thrill of power as she'd driven him mad and led him to ecstasy.

  So much had changed in only a few days. Nick had become a part of her life. How could she have survived without him?

  The need to see him was too intense. She rose to her feet and headed for the kitchen. The door was partway open. She was about to enter when she heard Louise mention her name.

  "Have you and Hannah given any thought to moving up here?" Louise laughed. "I know, I know. I'm being the cliché of a pushy mother-in-law. You both have careers. But it would be lovely to have you close by. There's plenty of family."

  "Hannah could always go to work for her brothers," he said. "I'm not sure what I'd do."

  Hannah felt as if she'd been stabbed. The lies continued. She could move if there was a job opening. But Nick wouldn't be coming with her. Their marriage was a sham. Worse, he was involved in criminal activities.

  "Day care," Louise said. "The way this family has babies, you'd have clients for life."

  "Maybe. There is something I've always wanted to do."

  "What?"

  He hesitated. Hannah moved closer to the partially open door. She could see Nick's back and part of his profile. Louise was at the sink and out of view.

  "You'll laugh," he said.

  "I won't. I swear."

  Hannah cringed. What was he going to say?

  "I've always wanted a bed-and-breakfast inn. You know, one of those old restored houses. Sort of like this one. Very upscale, very comfortable."

  "I think it's a wonderful idea. There are plenty of houses like that around here. I'll tell you what. You run the bed-and-breakfast and I'll take care of the kitchen. We'll go into business together."

  "Sounds like a great idea."

  "Hannah can work for Travis. There. It's all settled."

  Hannah bit her lower lip. It was a wonderful dream. If only it could come true.

  "Louise, there's something I have to tell you about Hannah," Nick said.

  Hannah held her breath, wondering what he would say.

  "What is it? You sound serious."

  "I am. She's a wonderful woman. I know you think you've already learned that about her, but there's more. She can be prickly on the outside. If she gets scared or threatened, she holds herself apart and is distant. Just when she needs a good hug, she takes off running."

  "Instead of risking the pain of rejection," Louise said softly.

  "Exactly. It comes from how she grew up. Hannah didn't have a lot of love in her life and she's not sure she believes in it. Of course, that's just for herself. She believes in it for others."

  Hannah blinked several times before she realized she was holding back tears.

  "She volunteers at th
e county hospital," he continued. "She goes in a couple of times a week and cuddles babies. The abandoned ones. Those born addicted to drugs, or AIDS babies. She loves them all when no one else will bother."

  The tears fell and she was too stunned to brush them away. How did he know?

  "You won't find anyone more kindhearted than your daughter. But she's put a wall between herself and the world. You're going to have to break that down. Whatever happens, no matter how long it takes, don't give up on her."

  Hannah heard a dish thunking as it hit the bottom of the sink "Dammit, Nick, you've made me cry and my mascara is running." Louise sniffed. "I know she's a wonderful woman."

  "Yes, she is. Don't let her resist you."

  "Why are you telling me this? It sounds like you're not expecting to be here when this happens."

  Hannah had to clamp her lips together to keep from crying out. Nick was doing this for her because he wasn't going to be around.

  "I'll be here. I just wanted you to know the truth about her."

  Hannah took a step back, determined to get away before they caught her listening.

  "She's lucky to have you," Louise said.

  Hannah turned in the hall and ducked into the small guest bathroom tucked under the stairs. Her mother was right. She was lucky to have Nick in her life.

  She stared at her reflection in the mirror above the sink. Tears rolled down her cheeks. How had he known? Who'd told him her secrets?

  She didn't have any answers.

  She continued to cry softly. For the truth he spoke, for the kindness in his words and for the realization that he'd been wrong about one thing. There was no wall. He'd already torn that down. She hadn't even noticed while it was happening.

  There was nothing to hide behind. No escape from the knowledge that whoever he might be, whatever he might have done in the past, whatever he might yet do – she loved him.

  * * *

  Chapter 14

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  Nick walked into the kitchen and poured a glass of water he didn't really want. As he stood there sipping it, he told himself he was acting like a fool. Or worse. He felt as nervous as a kid on his first date.