Blackmailed Into Bed (Louisiana Liaisons 2)

Amy nodded her head. She couldn't get any words to form. His hands were petting her. Moving from the inside of her thighs to the feminine he

at between and then back down again.

"You are so beautiful. Do you know how beautiful you are?" His words were enticing. Magical. She shook her head, denying his words. "You're gorgeous. Do you know how long I've wanted your gorgeous little body?"

"I'm not little." Her words were soft, subdued.

"Not little?" He ran his hands down the outside of each leg until he reached her calves. He wrapped each hand around an ankle and lifted her legs slightly. "Look." Her heart started pounding when she saw his big hands around her ankles. His fingers completely wrapped around her and still overlapped. Excitement gripped her. That was so sexy. He was so sexy. He moved closer to her and wrapped her legs around his waist. She sucked in a breath.

"W-wait. You were going to get us some w-wine, remember?" Her soft, pliant little body was spread out on his couch. Her breath came in sporadic little bursts of energy. He was ready for her, but he also felt calm, just from having her here, all to himself. He would indulge her for awhile, if it meant she would relax and let him have all that softness.

He lifted himself to his feet. "Stay there. Don't even think about moving from that spot." His words were rough, assertive. Amy sat and quietly tried not to lose her mind. She had to get a grip. Everything that was happening seemed like a dream. She was held immobile by the cravings rushing through her.

He came back to her in less than a minute. He set two wine glasses on the coffee table and eased back onto the couch next to her. He spread his legs wide and lifted one big, booted foot and put it on the table. He clasped his hands together and raised them up behind his head. He leaned back and stared at her. He made no move to pick up his wine.

Amy watched him sprawled out next to her, taking up most of the couch. Tension ran through her as he just sat there. She picked up her glass and took a sip. Her hand was shaking so much that she had to put the glass back down.

He watched her squirming on the couch. Her nervousness was tangible. "How long have you been divorced?"

She started at the abrupt words. "Five years." She looked away from him and tried to concentrate on his house. It was a one-story ranch, out in the suburbs. The furniture was masculine and looked sturdy enough to handle his large frame. It was kept neat, with very little clutter. There was a clock hanging on one wall, and a flat-screen television mounted on another. There were no pictures, no decorations. It was a guy's house. It suited him.

"How old were you when you got married?"

"Twenty-two. Right after college." She took another sip and felt the warmth of the wine flow through her.

"Married ten years?" He was barking the questions at her, one after the other.

"Yes. "

"Bad marriage?"

"I guess." She shrugged. "We got divorced. The first five or so years were okay. The last five, we just fought. We grew apart. We both wanted out. So, we got divorced. It wasn't easy. But he's a good father, and I appreciate that about him."

He grunted. "Hmm. So, how much do you date?"

"D-date? Um, n-not a lot. But I go out. Renee, Jenny and I go out a lot. We have fun." A look of irritation crossed his face.

"Really? Where do ya'll go?" Amy felt like she was on the witness stand.

"Well, we go to different restaurants, and to the movies, shopping-"

"Restaurants? Shopping? That's it? No dancing, clubs, bar-hopping?" His voice held disbelief.

"No. Of course not-"

"Of course not? Why the hell not? You're young. Single. Unattached. Goddamn beautiful. You're not out there looking for a husband again like every other single woman in Baton Rouge?" Disbelief laced his words.

"No. I absolutely don't want another husband. I have my daughter. I really don't want any more kids. I have my friends-"

He cut her off. "What about sex?"

"I-I, well, I-" She stopped and licked her lips. Her mouth was dry. She picked up her glass of wine and took a large sip.

"So, what you're not saying is that you haven't been having sex, is that right?" He looked into her eyes.

"That's right." Her answer was soft.

Satisfaction ran through him. He reached out and took her chin in one large hand. He ran his rough thumb over her lips. Her breath caught. Her agitation was palpable. His voice was deep and sure. "We are going to have so much fun."