The Contract: Sunshine (19 page)

He came behind her, wrapping one arm possessively around her waist and the other under her chin drawing her back against his hardness.  She could feel his body still wanted her even if his mind was determined to be analytical about the situation.  Her eyes briefly closed as she swallowed and drew his sexual aroused scent through her nostrils when she took a deep breath.  The nakedness against his clothed body was oddly erotic. 

“Don’t,” he whispered against the shell of her ear.  She could feel the flushing warmth spreading along the walls of her vagina as moisture tickled at the opening, preparing his way in a ritual as old as time.   “...lie to me,” he finished.  “You know as well as I, our mood has been here between us hot and unappeased since the day I wanted to wet fuck you against that wall.”

His words and the coarse manner in which he spoke them stoked a yearning and growing fire inside her.

“I...I don’t know if this is a good idea,” she bit her bottom lip to stifle the moan that welled in the back of her throat as he nipped her shoulder.

“Why not?”

“Why what?” She couldn’t think straight as long as he continued to do that with his tongue.

“Doing this isn’t a good idea,” he murmured and then nibbled the side of her neck.  “And this...” he sucked and tugged on her earlobe.  “Or this...” Yoon blew hotly in her ear and then his tongue swirled wet circles behind her ear.

“Oh...Lord...”  She panted, as her knees buckled, but his solid body cocooning her in such sweet warmth held her firmly in place at his mercy.

“I’ve been called many things, but that is a new one,” he chuckled.

Sunshine smiled as the vibration from his body traveled through her.  “Ego much?”

“In this room?  Oh yeah, I’m in my element,” he teased.

“Usually that is my line.”

“Oh really?” he asked grasping her chin in his fingers to bring her face around enough to look at her.  “Then why are
you
the one trying to escape my bedroom like a nun in a prison lockdown?”

“I...I don’t know,” she tugged her face from his hold.  “I’ve never felt like running away from anyone before.”

“Well, being your husband, I don’t plan on being your first.”  He turned her around to face him but he didn’t let her go.  “You are sleeping nowhere else in this house but in this bedroom with me.”

“I hadn’t planned on sleeping anywhere else,” she defended herself.  “I was going to get my nightgown out of my luggage.”

“Sunshine, I need you to promise me something,” he began.  “I had one bad marriage because I had a wife that refused to express her feelings.  If you’re upset with me, just tell me.  I can’t fix it if I don’t know it’s broken.”

“I’m not upset,” she snapped.

His eyebrows lifted in question.

“Okay, maybe I’m a little upset,” she murmured.

“With me?”

“No,” she lied worrying her lower lip. 

“Lying.”

“How do you do that?”

“Because when you were telling me the truth I thought you were lying.  Now I know it was the truth, I know the difference,” he replied.  Besides, your bottom lip grows plumper when you lie because you keep biting at the inside of your bottom lip even though no one can see you doing it.

“YOU pop your thumbs,” she retorted.  “When I’m worried; not when I lie.”

“What do you do when you lie?”  Sunshine asked, hoping to stash the information away for future references.

“Sorry, I’m a business man.  I have no tell-tale signs when I lie,” he bit back a smile.  Tapping her nose he added, “Because...I....don’t...lie...”

She laughed.  “Oh, man...that was a big fat one right there.”

His laughter joined hers and it thrilled her as much as his touch did.

“Wife, you’re trying to the change the subject.”  He released her to shed the navy suit jacket and pitched it across the overstuffed settee at the foot of the bed followed by the tie that hung loosely about his long neck.  The small Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

Wife
.  She liked the sound of it way too much.

She stood there with bated breath enjoying the view as much as he had enjoyed hers earlier.  It took effort to keep her hands from touching herself; so instead, she reached out and ran her hand along the expansion of beautiful skin that appeared inch by glorious inch as his nimble fingers worked to undo the buttons of the pale blue dress shirt he wore.   

Yoon’s body was lean and sleek, yet muscular in a pleasing way by being not too bulky.  Never had she felt such soft skin on a man before.  His chest was smooth and completely hairless and not a shaving or waxing type of hairless.  It was obvious there was never any hair to grow in this area. 

How was it possible for a man to have such thick hair on his head and eyebrows with a shadowed darkness on his handsome face indicating he had to shave his handsome mug at least once a day, yet nothing here? 

Sunshine boldly ran both her hands over the expansion of chest and a hard defined “chocolate bar” of a stomach. 
How many sit ups did he have to do to get this?
 

Spreading his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, her eyes longingly admired the expansion of flesh.  His skin was the shade of a rich French vanilla ice-cream. 
Amazing,
she thought. 

She rested the side of her face against his chest.  She could hear his strong heartbeat and pressed her lips to the spot above his heart.  His stomach muscles tightened beneath where hands rested as he drew in a breath that sounded more like a hiss.

“I never imagined a man’s body could be so beautiful,” she felt inclined to admit aloud.

She practically purred as his hand came up to smooth her hair and graze her scalp with his fingertips in what was a loving and comforting way her father’s hand had been.  Yet with Yoon, it was also sexual in nature in itself. 

Everything about the man reeked sex and she was so ready for him her teeth hurt.

“You ready to tell me why you were upset with me now?”  He asked.

“Later.”

His fist balled in her hair and he tugged lightly until she was looking up at him.  Her hands glided to his waist where her thumbs linked into his belt to feel more balanced for he had her all turned out, over and under inside.

“No.  Now,” he insisted. 

His hold in her hair told her she wasn’t dodging anything this time.   He wanted her to be honest.  Well, it was time to see if he could handle full disclosure.

“You...you scare me.”

She could tell by his expression he hadn’t expected to hear her say that, but he did ask for the truth and the truth was that he scared the hell out of her.

“Sunshine,” his brow crinkled.  “Sweetheart, you know I would never hurt you don’t you?”  His fingers moved in her hair.  “I know we haven’t known each other long, but please tell me you sense that much in me.”

Sunshine swallowed deeply.  She did and that is what scared her.  Abrupt lovers.  Selfish lovers.  Indifferent lovers.  Lying lovers.  Those were men she could give up a year of her life for in an attempt to ease the loneliness that lived inside her because those men were forgettable; but she knew at the end of the year when they parted, Yoon would not be so easy to forget and then what? 

How would she be able to ever find happiness if she spent the rest of her life comparing other men to this ONE man?

“I know you would not hurt me physically...”

“Or any other way intentionally,” Yoon said.

“That’s it,” she licked her lips.  “I thought this would be easy for me.  You’re just another man that came into my life.  You will eventually disappoint me like others and I will walk away without looking back and chalk it up to experience.  No big loss.”

His frown deepened and the ridiculously long lashes shadowed his Asian eyes from her until they were glistening slits.   “Of course, why should I be any different than any other man you’ve been with?”  He said.  His voice held a hard edge and his hold loosened a bit.  “Could it be because I married you and they didn’t?”

“Or maybe it’s because they didn’t love me and you don’t either,” she spouted back at him with just as much self righteous indignation as he’d displayed.

His gaze dropped from her eyes to her shoulders then to her breasts as he slowly and seductively appraised her.  “I want you.”

“You want my body and so did they,” Sunshine countered.

“I want more, Sunshine.  I want to give you the independence from your family that you desperately crave and I plan on making sure that is what you get with or without your inheritance.”

Her eyes widened with surprise.

“Did any other man offer you that or were they only taking what they could get from you until they realized getting to that money that you feel has cursed you all your life wasn’t going to be as easy as they thought?”

“How did you...”

“Some of the things you’ve said and some I gathered from what I know since finding out you are who you say you are.  You have to remain married a year before you gain your inheritance.  That is why you insisted, isn’t it?”

“Partially,” she admitted.

“Partially?  What other reason is there?”  He must have seen her hesitation for he reminded her, “Remember we’re being open and honest in this room of the house.”

“I asked because I want more time with you and I believed if you gave several years to your last wife, you wouldn’t begrudge me the one year.”

“You were right,” he easily agreed.  “But if not to give you the time you ask for to get your inheritance, you still didn’t say why.”

“It’s stupid.” She shook her head.

“Say it any way.”

“I...I hoped with more time you would grow to love me and seriously consider making this marriage work.” Her voice was but a whisper when she finished.  Although he held her head in his hands, her eyes dropped away from a gaze that was as soft as his caress.  “I told you it was stupid.”

“And within this year, will I be the only one falling in love in this marriage?”  He cocked an eyebrow at her.  There was a maddening hint of arrogance about him that drew her to him like a moth to a flame.

She nodded.

“Then what’s the point?”  He grounded out between clenched teeth.  He lightly shook her.  “You want to be the one that walks away, Sunshine?  What?”  Something intense flared through his entrancement; when it appeared, a realization hit him like a sucker punch.  “Oh, I see.  I am the chosen jackass you want not only to give you your financial independence, but you also want to get your pride back for all the men that have screwed you over in the past.”

“Yoon, no.  That’s not me at all,” she cried.  “It’s because...”

“Because?”

“Because...I...I hate this bedroom confession rule you have!”

“You will learn to appreciate it when I get you in that bed,” he crooned, bending his head to brush his nose against her and stealing a quick peck from her lips before lifting his head again.  “Because...what?”

“I...I think I’m already falling in love with you,” she replied   “Okay, are you happy now?  So who’s the dumb
jackass
?”

His smile was slow and smug.  “I didn’t say
dumb
.”

“No, I did because you made it clear what kind of marriage this was going to be and I started getting ideas in my stupid head.”

“You started thinking about this before I even asked you, didn’t you?”

“No,” she smiled.

“The cleaning?  The wearing of my shirt and cooking me that awesome breakfast?”  His eyes narrowed suspiciously.  “The chocolate chip cookies,” he feigned a gasp of horror.  “Of for shame.  You brought out the big guns on me.” 

She laughed.  “No.  I cleaned because as I told you before, I was bored.  I wore your shirt because that suit costs too damn much to clean in and I cooked because I was hungry.  The cookies...well...well...I saw the chocolate chips were about to expire and I didn’t want them to go to waste.”

“You’re actually telling the truth,” he laughed.

“So are you saying you have a thing for the domestic goddess types,” she teased.

It was tender teasing moments like these that drew her to him emotionally.  It felt so wonderful to have a man she could laugh with.  He could have reacted badly at her confession and called the entire thing off like she thought he would when he found out the powerful family he would be taking on by being married to her.  But then again, his family didn’t sound like the type she would be spending any happy holidays with.

“Okay, all this talking is now really putting a damper on the mood,” Yoon announced.  “Not mine as you can feel, but I can tell by looking at that expression on your face you’re either thinking too much or you’re regretting your confession.”

“Well my mother told me the worst thing a woman can do is confess her feelings to a man before he says them to her,” Sunshine said sarcastically.

“And you quote your mother because of why?  What great thing has she done in her entire life except having you?”