Page 28 of His Wild Attraction

He looked adorable.

And happy.

My heart squeezed as he took my hand solemnly and started walking with me to where we’d practiced.

My stomach was in knots, but I was the one who wanted this. I was the one who’d asked Andres, a man I barely knew, to marry me.

You know what he tastes like. And that sexy growl he makes when he comes.

I closed my eyes tight and tried to shush my inner voice. I would never admit I was about to walk down the aisle with wet panties, but that was my new reality.

Seriously, I didn’t know what was wrong with me.

It was like I had this secret slutty side that only emerged when I met Andres.

Our discussion the night I’d proposed to him came flooding back through my mind.

I’d been a nervous wreck, sitting across from him and trying to avoid looking at his stormy eyes. The man was seriously intense.

I mean, he’d agreed to my ridiculously inappropriate proposition almost immediately.

But Andres was a businessman—a good one.

He also wasn’t a fool. He had stipulations.

Things I had to agree to, and I did.

Maybe a little faster than I should have.

“So, what do you want from this marriage?” I’d asked when he brought it up.

“I want a wife.” Andres told me with zero humor in his stormy gaze.

“Okayyy,” I replied, not seeing the problem.

“I mean, I want a real wife, Ellie. I want you in my bed.”

“On our wedding night, you mean?”

“No. You will share my bed, Lupina. Starting with our wedding night and every night after.”

“What?”

I remembered my shocked gasp and the way my eyes went wide. Andres’ expression had somehow remained neutral, but I saw a flicker of heat.

A flash of desire in the blue-gray steel of his irises—and it warmed me.

“I won’t take a wife who doesn’t sleep beside me. What kind of life is that? What kind of example would that be for Sammy? If we are doing this, it’s for keeps. Understand?”

“I understand,” I said.

But I didn’t. Not really. And I’d been angry.

Andres misread my anger. He continued quickly with an explanation, and I’d blushed, shaking my head.

“I don’t mean that I would force you, Ellie. I would never. I swear I am not that kind of man. But I am human, very much so when it comes to you.”

“I know you wouldn’t force me,” I said and meant it.

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