Page 41 of His Wild Attraction

Wanted.

And that was something new. I wasn’t down on myself, but I was a realist. I had a mirror, and I knew what my body looked like.

But it was more than obvious Andres liked what he saw.

Watching him stare at me as I stood there practically naked, like I was something beautiful and worthy of his desire, was amazing.

Suddenly, I lost my inhibitions.

I took a step towards him, watching the rise and fall of his chest. How it increased with every step I took.

Just like mine.

Emboldened, I continued. Letting him look his fill at my imperfections, and owning every jiggle and bounce of my soft flesh I knew was on display.

I didn’t stop until I was right in front of him, almost touching, but not quite.

“Ellie,” he growled my name.

Andres’ eyes stayed locked on mine for a beat before dropping to take in every inch of my curvy frame. I sucked in a breath, and it was enough to cause my bare breasts to brush against the fabric of his shirt.

The sensation had a gasp leaving my mouth before I could stop it.

That sound was the whistle Andres was waiting for to make his move. And it was just what I needed him to do.

Big, warm hands reached for me. At the same time, he lowered his head, claiming my lips in a kiss that was nothing like the chaste peck he gave me in front of our friends and his mother earlier in the evening when we said our I dos.

“Ellie,” he growled again, saying my name into my mouth, his tongue chasing the words until it was dueling with mine.

I moaned, opening for him as I pressed my body to his. He was so hard and warm. So goddamn sexy in his black tux.

His hands squeezed my hips before moving lower to grab my ass. Then he was pulling me closer, one hand diving between my legs from the back, cupping my hot, needy pussy.

Andres’ chest rumbled, and he lifted me up just like that. One hand squeezing my cheek, the other between my legs.

I gasped, holding onto his shoulders. Then I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing my core against him.

“Fuck. You’re fucking soaked,” he grunted.

His long fingers were stroking me over the lacy material of my thong as he walked us towards the bedroom.

I’d spent the last couple of days sleeping in the guest bedroom down the hall from his, but all my belongings had been moved the day before.

I knew I’d be sleeping in there with him after the ceremony, but it was still a shock to see my perfume, my hairbrush, my bag of makeup, and other knickknacks on the dresser and lining the shelves.

It should have looked odd, all my feminine clutter inside the utterly masculine space. But it didn’t. It looked right somehow.

I landed on the bed with a little bounce and licked my lips as Andres tore off his shirt and stepped out of his pants. His tented black silk boxers made my fingers itch to touch him.

To touch it.

And I surprised myself, going up on my knees and stretching out my hand to do just that.

“Fuck, that’s it. Touch me, Angel. Feel how hard I am for you? That’s all for you. All yours,” he groaned, crawling up onto the mattress and forcing me to back up before he ran me over.

Not that I’d mind at the moment.

His cock pulsed beneath my searching hand, the silky fabric of his boxers slid up and down as I traced him.

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