Page 40 of His Wild Attraction

The flash of something around her waist caught my eye, and I bit back my groan.

A garter belt.

She was wearing a fucking garter belt.

I forced myself to step back. My eyes bored into her flesh, trying to imprint that moment on my brain.

As if I could forget how she looked. My Lupina. Sweetness and sin wrapped up in silky black lace.

“Turn around,” I commanded.

She did. Holding her dress to her chest.

“Take it off, Lupina. Show me.”

She swallowed and nodded, holding the gown to her breasts while tugging off her sleeves one at a time.

Then, all of a sudden, she let go.

And I forgot how to breathe.

Holy. Fuck.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN ELLIE

My nerves went off the charts as I stood before my new husband in the naughty bit of silk and lace Meredith had given me as a wedding gift.

I couldn’t wear a bra beneath my dress. It had built-in cups. But the black lace thong and garter belt, complete with silk, thigh high stockings were something else.

I’d been worried they’d dig into my thick thighs or roll down halfway. But these seemed made for women like me.

Bigger women with meat on their bones.

I’d worried maybe this was too much. Like maybe it was foolish to assume he wanted to have sex with me on our wedding night.

Even though he already told me he did want that.

He wanted me.

I could see it in his stormy gaze. Appreciation for my curves, lust glittering in his irises.

I just couldn’t wrap my head around it.

I mean why would someone as sinfully sexy as Andres Ramirez want me? Almost every time I’d seen him, I’d been frumpy.

What mother of a preschool aged son wouldn’t be?

Usually dressed in jeans and t-shirts, I did my best to be clean, but fashion wasn’t something I worried about much anymore. I didn’t have to be stylish to take care of Sammy.

Andres was very stylish, though. He was always wearing tailored slacks and button downs or fitted polo shirts. His hard body was evident beneath the expensive clothes he wore.

Like the other husbands, he wore suits almost every day. I supposed it was for work, but goddamn, he always looked so good.

This was the first time I felt like his equal in that arena. Not that he ever complained or said anything about how I dressed.

My assets were all tied up in court, so I couldn’t afford to go shopping even if I wanted to. But right then, I didn’t feel like anything less.

I felt desired.

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