Color Her Red (9 page)

“I need you inside me,” I whisper.  He kisses me, down there, and looks up at me with his longing eyes.  I hear him remove his bottoms and I squirm, I don’t want to wait any longer.  In a swift move he pulls my hips up to him, with his hands on my lower back, and he enters me, slowly, achingly slowly.  He kisses my collarbone as he gradually moves out and then in over and over.  I push my hips to meet his, wrapping my legs around his waist.  His lips meet mine and I feel his hot tongue in my mouth.

He pushes quickly deep inside me making me throw my head back and moan. 

“Uh!  Thomas.”  The gentleness is replaced with force, sweet lustful force.

He looks at me, staring into my eyes, he thrusts deep again and pushes me back against the wall.  My hands reach up grabbing the headboard and he pins them there, holding my wrists in one of his hands.  He leans down and kisses my nipples, biting down and pulling them gently, making them hard.  He moves his body faster, making me moan louder.

“When you didn’t answer today,” his voice is low and sexy as he moves out of me slowing his pace, “it made me very mad.”  He pushes all of himself into me sending a wave of ecstasy through my body.

I
struggle to look into his eyes, surprised and entrapped in his gaze.  He slams in deep again, forcing me to lean my head back and bite my lip.  I muffle my moan.

“You know I don’t like to worry.”  It’s an overwhelming sense of pleasure, so hard to concentrate on what he is saying.  “I don’t want you to ignore me again, Emma.”  Another forceful thrust and I feel like I am almost there.  “I don’t want to worry again.”  I force my eyes open to meet his and gently kiss his lips.  His face is forgiving, but his eyes are angry, the soft blue is replaced with intensity.  I feel his chest move, brushing against my breasts as he kisses my neck.

“Tell me you won’t do it again.”  His eyes penetrate me and again he slams into me. 
I love it when he fucks me like this.

“I won’t, I promise.” I utter and kiss him hard trying to move my hands from his grasp.  I want to hold him, reassure him that I won’t do it again.

“I want to hear you say it.”  He slams in harder and holds himself in me deep inside as he kisses my neck.

“Oh Thomas!   I promise I’ll answer the phone.
  I won’t make you worry.”

He kisses me softly on the side of my mouth releasing my hands.  His motions pick up and I feel myself reaching for his back, burying my head in his neck.  He reaches down and rubs my clitoris in motion with his body. 
God this feels so good.

“I’
m so close,” I moan in his ear. 

“Come, Baby, come.”  He breathes into my neck. 

My body gives with his, trembling with a merciless wave of ecstasy.

I take a deep breath as he gently pulls out of me; I feel sore instantly.  He takes me in his arms and gives me a loving kiss on my jaw line.  Taking his head in my hands I kiss him back sweetly. 

“You are mine and I will love you forever,” he says with a satisfied curl to his lips.  His blue eyes look tired but full of sincerity.  He pushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear, away from my face, and kisses me tenderly on my neck.

             
“You are mine and you better love me forever.”  I look him dead in the eyes as I say it and then rub my nose on his devotedly.  He smiles at my response, a coy smile.  I rest my head back on his chest, “I love you, Thomas.” 

He kisses the top of my head and I fall asleep in his arms.  I don’t dream of her invading my most loved memories.  Instead I dream of Thomas, making me his, forcefully but sweetly, and loving me.  Only me.  Only Thomas.

Chapter 6

My body is still aching from the riveting night of makeup sex. We’re alone in the elevator, waiting for the doors to open to the first floor so we can meet Kate for breakfast at the hotel café.  I lean into Thomas’ chest as he wraps his arms around my waist.  I nuzzle into his neck.  He releases one of his hands from my body and pushes a button, halting the pulley in its tracks.  I smile shyly, looking up at him.

“I
want to enjoy you for a minute,” he says as he tucks my hair behind my ear. 

“If you’d called off from work, you could be enjoying me all day.” 
My eyes plead with him; hopeful that maybe he’ll change his mind. 

“Not today, Baby.”  He gives me a soft sensuous kiss on my lips.  “A man’s got to make a living.”  I roll my eyes at him.

“I’m sure that they would be fine without you for a day.”

“I can’t today.”  He kisses my hair as I move my head back to his chest.  I wish he would just take off and stay with me.  I still don’t know exactly what he does at work.  It mostly sounds like
setting up meeting, going to meetings, and making plans for more meetings. 

“I promise I'll make everything better.”  He breathes out a deep breath as he speaks.

“Did they find her?”  I can’t help but to ask.  It’s been on my mind all morning.  I didn’t want to bring it up.  If ignored long enough, most problems just go away. 

“Not yet, but don’
t worry.  I'll take care of it.”  His voice is determined and his gaze penetrates me, willing me to believe that everything will be just fine.   I nod gently, not taking my eyes off of his.  His hand moves to the back of my head, embracing me for a kiss. 

A small sigh leave me as he reaches over and again pushes a button, the elevator moves.  We readjust ourselves.  PDA is not allowed
in public.

The door opens and I’m relieved
there aren’t paparazzi in the front entrance waiting for us.  When we first got engaged, they were everywhere, unrelenting predators.  Thomas squeezes my hand and I see his body relax.  He’s relieved too. 

BREAKFAST WITH KATE went much better than I thought it would.  A bit of rest is all we needed I suppose.  Last night was just so damn dramatic.  I crave normalcy. 

“I’m not paying you back for this.”  Kate points to her ivory chiffon top with a broad grin. 

“I’ll tell Michael he chose an acceptable outfit for you.”  He takes a sip of his black coffee.  He s
ounds serious but I can see he’s holding back a smile. 

“So is the crazy bitch out of my house?”  She asks so casually that I
’m forced to let out a small laugh.

“She is,” T
homas’ smile dims as he responds.
His face becomes a little more serious.  “I would still like you to have security with you until the police find her.”  He puts his coffee mug down.  “They found her car by a motel outside of the city.”  His eyes watch his index finger rubbing the rim of his mug.  “They’ll find her soon.”  Uneasiness settles in my stomach.

He pulls a folded envelope out of a pocket in his jacket and hands it to Kate.  “The keys to you
r house, Madam.”  He says jokingly, lightening the mood.

“Why thank you
, Good Sir.” Kate takes the envelope with a grin.

I giggle at their playful banter.  As I take the last bite of my omelet, life seems fairly normal.  Somewhere deep down in my gut I don’t feel that it is possible but, on the surface, normalcy has returned.

We say good-bye and head back to the hotel room to grab my purse.  On our way to the elevator I see Kate chatting with one of two men dressed in black suits escorting her to her car. 
I bet she’s flirting with him.  That’s my Kate. 

MICHAEL HAS ALREADY TAKEN our bags.  We head down stairs and find him beside the BMW sedan quietly talking with two more men dressed in black suits, no ties.  Thomas opens the door for me and I do my best to graciously slide in.  Michael is driving like usual, and one of the new gentlemen sits up front and the second in the back with us.  I feel unsettled by the amount of security.  I am comfortable with Michael, I usually think of him as an as
sistant, even though I know he’s ex-Army, that’s one of the reasons Thomas hired him.

“Emma, t
his is Nate and Calvin.  They’ll be accompanying you and Mr. Grant over the next few days.”  Michael nods his head in their direction as he speaks.

“Nice to meet you, gentlemen,” I smile warmly at them. 

“Same to you, Mrs. Grant.”  Nate turns in the front seat and gives me a small awkward wave.  Calvin nods giving a polite but professional smile.  They look almost identical, Caucasian dark hair and dark eyes.

“Please call me Emma.”  I sigh, not this again.  I don’t like being so formal.  My hand goes to my forehead, rubbing my temples, I still feel a bit groggy with a hangover. I don’t hear their response but I think they both nod.

I look at Thomas waiting for him to explain why we need so much extra security.  But he doesn’t, he’s holding back.  The look on his face tells me not to question him, but I disregard it.

“Why do we need so much security?” 

Thomas breathes in deep before looking at me.  “Baby, please just go with it for now.”

I gape at him.  I will not just
go with it
.  I snap at him making sure the frustration is apparent, “Thomas, tell me.”

He glares back at me.  A moment passes and he says nothing.  The te
nsion in the car is palpable; the security trio is avoiding eye contact.  Calvin looks as though he regrets sitting in the back with us. 

“Please, just tell me,” I try to sound less frustrated and more desperate, “I should know, I’m your wife.” 

Thomas shifts and moves his hand to his chin, resting his index finger on his lip.  I tilt my head and plead with my eyes.  A moment passes, still nothing.  Finally, he moves his hand from his mouth and releases his breath.

“On my way to Kate’s last night, Michael called me.”  I see Michael look up at us through the rear view mirror; he seems surprised that Thomas is telling me this. 
His eyes move back to the road when he catches my gaze. 

“Her records in the hospital included a name change.
  She changed her last name before coming to work for my company.  She was charged with manslaughter and attempted murder but was never convicted, she used an insanity defense.”  The blood rushes away from my face, I feel frozen. My heartbeat picks up and my back stiffens against the seat.  “That’s why she changed her name.” 

“What happened?”  I’m not really sure if I want to
know the answer, but it escapes from my lips before I question myself.  I can hardly believe what he’s saying.  I wish I hadn’t of asked.  I should have just gone with it. 

“She ran into the back of her boss’s car.”  He sighs deeply.  “The car went off the road and
crashed into a tree.  Both he and his wife were killed instantly.”

My eyes widen with a combination of sadness and fear.  I grab his hand and he gives me a small squeeze. 

“Michael looked into the evidence, Emma.  She had a gun on her and there were bullet holes fired at the car.” 
Oh, fuck.

“How was that overlooked?  You let her work for you?”  My eyes flare.  Anger trumps all of my other emotions. 

“I was careless with my security before I met you, Emma.”  He grabs my hand and releases a sigh of remorse.  “Now that I have you, I’m taking more precautions.  I didn’t realize how much of a threat she was, but I told you I would take care of this.”  His eyes tell me that I will regret it if I question him.  I look down and concentrate on calming myself.  Thinking of the best way to phrase my question.

“What will happen when the police find her?”  I get the courage to look at him.  His eyes are soft, full of concern. 

“I spoke to her psychiatrist this morning.  He’ll consult the judge and try to mandate her placement in a mental institution.  She obviously has a variety of problems and should be on some kind of medication.” I don’t know if that was the answer I was looking for; I still feel unsettled.

“She’
s dangerous.  And I don’t want to take any chances.  Not with you.”  He picks my hand up and kisses it gently on my knuckles.  It doesn’t help.
She had a gun.  She killed her old boss and his wife. 
I pull my hand away from him, gently not with anger.

“
Does she want to kill you or me… both of us?”  My face shows how worried I am and my eyes are filled with the horrible image of Thomas lying dead on the sidewalk outside his office.  I don’t know what I would do; I would be beside myself.  Tears prick at the back of my eyes.  I can’t believe he didn’t tell me this.  Actually I can, and now I wish he hadn’t told me, I wish I hadn’t of pushed him to tell me.

“I doubt it
, Emma,” I’m not sure I believe him with the tone he is using; I think he is just trying to calm me down.  “I just want to be extremely cautious.”  He lets out a small smile, attempting to comfort me.  “There is no reason that we should take any chances.”

I nod slightly.  He’
s right.  There is no way of knowing what she’s capable of, but we shouldn’t wait like sitting ducks to find out. 
Everything will be all right.  He can make any problem go away.