Page 20 of Chasing His Bride

He grins, his hand stroking my leg. “Anything?”

“Well, we are married,” I say, giving him my sexiest smile, which probably makes me look like a fool.

“And we need to consummate it. That’s the rule, isn’t it?”

“I believe it is,” I say.

He says nothing, but his lips turn up as he continues to watch me. His stare puts me in a fluster as I wonder what he’s thinking. Probably wondering if I’m going to get all clingy or try to get more from this. It’s as though he’s trying to unmask me and work out my thoughts.

I wish I were cooler, not giving him anything. But I’m not sure I’m successful because he keeps getting me hot and bothered.

And it’s definitely him and not the Vegas heat—no, it’s him.

His face lowers. I wait.

Finally, his lips touch mine, scorching hot, and sending a shiver down my spine right to my core. Anticipation thickens in the air.

He lowers his body, dropping his head to my sex, and there he inhales deeply. His eyes closed, his face filled with pleasure.

“So fucking addictive.” He looks up at me through long dark lashes while on his knees on the floor of the limo, and I can’t believe he is doing this.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

He has a filthy look in his eye, like he knows he's about to ruin me. My insides are melting at that thought. He grins and before I know it, his head is back between my thighs, like he's etching my scent on his brain.

Why is this feeling so much more than how it started?

Still kneeling between my legs, his fingers catch the top of my panties, he slowly pulls them down my legs and over my ankles.

“These are mine now.” He slips them into his pocket before pressing his face into my center again. His deep inhale is the sound of a beast. “Fuck, this is mine.”

I clench, knowing he’s saying it for the effect and it’s working. I’m getting embarrassing wet, and he’s only talking and inhaling me. Yet I’m near to coming.

His large hands push at my knees, making me wider, so wide I’m surprised that I let him.

He pauses, taking me in for a moment and I wonder if he’s suddenly come to his senses and now wants this to stop.

God, we are crazy.

What on earth are we thinking? I’m sure we can get an annulment tomorrow.

“Are you okay?” I ask, almost too scared to hear the answer.

Not if he wants an annulment. The marriage was stupid, and I’d annul it in a heartbeat.

I’m scared he no longer wants me for our one-night, maybe two-night stand.

I never wanted it before, but now I desperately need it.

It’s been far too long.

“I’m almost too scared to start,” he says, his eyes staring back at me. “I’m scared I won’t want to stop.”

“You’ll be back in New York before you know it, doing what you do,” I say. “I’ll be long forgotten. Don’t worry. I’m not under any illusions what we have will be anything other than what we have in Vegas.” My words are hard, but my heart is aching as I say them.

“Are you saying we should just enjoy it while it lasts?” he asks.

“Yes, just enjoy what we have left and...” I shrug my shoulders.

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