Entangled

16 Mature Scene (slight lang)

"Prove it."

"I will."

Tinalon ng babae ang coffee table sa pagitan nila at tinulak siya pahiga sa carpet habang pumaibabaw naman ito sa kanya. Kinapakapa ng babae ang kanyang shirt sleeve looking for the suspected planted card. Arkel grunted as a full female figure pressed flush against every muscle, intent only on finding evidence of foul play. Sinubukan niyang itulak ito pero ibinaling ng babae ang paghahanap sa bulsa ng kanyang polo and he laughed.

Narealize niyang napatawa siya ng babae ng maraming beses sa loob ng isang linggo, more than he had in his childhood. Nang lumipat ang kamay nito sa bulsa ng kanyang trouser alam niyang mahuhugot nito ang tinago niyang card kapag pinasok ng babae ang kamay.

The laughter eased into a hard twist deep in his gut and with one quick motion he flipped her onto her back, lay on top of her, and pinned both hands beside her head. Ang hair clip na nakakabit sa buhok niya ay nawawala at ang itim nitong buhok ay nakatabing na sa kanyang mukha.

Her eyes peeked between the strands, filled with a haughty contempt only she could pull off after tackling him to the ground for a wrestling match. Her breasts rose against her fleece top, unbound. Her legs entwined with his, her thighs slightly parted.

Arkel is in deep trouble.

"Alam kong may tinago kang card. Aminin mo na at kalimutan natin ang nangyari."

"You're crazy, you know," he muttered. "Don't you ever think about consequences of your actions?"

Ngumuso ang babae at inihipan ang buhok na tumabing sa kanyang mata. The curls obediently slid away from her eyes. "Hindi ako ang nandaya."

Her mouth pouted. He smothered a curse, and his fingers tightened around her wrists. Damn her for making him want. Damn her for not seeing it.

"Hindi na tayo mga bata, Deniah. Next time na mangsusunggab ka ng lalaki, be prepared to take the heat."

"Sino ka ba? Baka mamaya yong next line mo , 'Go ahead, make my day'?"

The heat in his groin rose to his head like a swarming fog, until he could only think about the wet heat of her mouth and the soft body beneath him. He wanted to be naked with her in a tangle of sheets, and instead she treated him like an annoying older brother. But that wasn't even the worst part. She was his wife. The thought tortured him. Some buried, caveman instinct flared to life and pushed him to make his claim. By law, she already belonged to him.

And tonight was their wedding night.

And tonight was their wedding night.

She challenged him to turn anger to desire, to feel her lips slick and trembling under his, all sweetness and surrender and passion. The normal logic of his list and his plan and his need for a business marriage flew out the window.

He decided to claim his wife.

.......

Alexa felt the man on top of her hold his body in a tight muscle lock. She'd been so intent on their argument she'd forgotten he pinned her to the carpet. She opened her mouth to make another smart remark about bondage, then stopped. Met his eyes. And sucked in her breath.

Oh, God.

Primitive s****l energy swirled between them like a tornado gaining speed and power. His eyes burned with a sheen of fire, half need, half anger as he stared down at her. She realized he lay between her open thighs, his hips angled over hers, his chest propped up as he gripped at her fingers. This was no longer the teasing indulgence of a brother. This was no old friend or business partner. This was the simple want of a man to a woman, and Deniah felt herself dragged down into the storm with her body's own cry.

"Dark?"

Her voice was raspy. Hesitant. Her n*****s pushed against the soft fleece with demand. His gaze raked over her face, her breasts, her exposed stomach. The tension pulled taut between them. He lowered his head. The rush of his breath caressed her lips as he spoke right against her mouth.

"This means nothing."

His body contradicted his words as he claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss. With one quick thrust, his tongue pushed through the seam of her lips to travel beyond. Her mind fogged, caught between the dull pain of his statement and the pleasure pounding through her in waves. She gripped his hands and hung on, reveling in the dark taste of hunger and expensive chardonnay, rocking her hips upward to meet the hard length of his body, and rubbing her n*****s against his chest. She lost control in those few moments, the ageless empty void for the past years temporarily filled with the taste and feel and smell of him.

Her tongue matched every thrust as a low guttural groan escaped her throat. He ripped his fingers away from hers and slid his palms up over her belly and cupped her breasts. Her n*****s tightened, and he pushed the cloth up higher. He stared at her naked breasts, and the heat in his eyes nearly burned her alive. One thumb tweaked her n****e and she cried out. His head lowered. Alexa realized this was the moment of truth. If he kissed her again, she'd surrender. Her body ached for his and she couldn't come up with one damn good reason to stop.

The doorbell rang.

Nag- echo sa loob ng bahay ang tunog. Dark jerked upward and rolled off her like a politician caught in the middle of a s*x scandal, muttering some nasty words she hadn't known existed.

"Okay ka lang?" Tanong nito sa kanya.

Napakurap siya sa reserved demeanor ng lalaki na parang hindi ito ang lalaking nagtanggal ng damit niya kanina. He calmly buttoned his shirt and waited for her response. Except for the bulge in his black pants, he looked entirely unaffected by the episode. Just as he had when he'd kissed her at her parents' house.

Parang lalabas ang kinain niya kanina. She took a deep yoga breath and sat up, pulling down her top. "Sure. May tao sa labas, buksan mo na ang pinto."

Nakatingin lang ito sa kanya ng ilang sigundo, as if checking to see if he believed her facade, pagkatapos ay tumango at umalis.

She mashed her fingers against her lips and tried to hold it together. She’d made a monumental mistake. Obviously, her recent celibacy had caused her hormones to go insane, until any man who touched her set her off like a firecracker. His last statement flashed in her mind with a mocking finality.

This means nothing.