Page 59 of His Wild Attraction

Please.

I wrapped my arms around her tighter, breathing in her fresh scent and trying to control my baser instincts to lay claim to her right there.

I wanted her naked and panting, writhing beneath me. I wanted to fill her with my cock. Stuff her so full she didn’t know where she ended, and I began.

I wanted to make her come so hard she forgot her own name.

I wanted, fuck yes, I wanted.

Later, I told myself. After dinner, and after we put Sammy to bed.

I would do all that and more.

Later.

CHAPTER NINETEEN ELLIE

“Come here.”

That was all he had to say to get me to relinquish the stranglehold I had on my anger. What was left felt worse.

Like a horrible combination of confusion, desperation, disbelief, embarrassment, and hope.

I kept telling myself I’d proposed to Andres out of desperation.

Not because I liked him.

Or wanted him.

Or felt an off the charts powerful attraction to him.

Being a realist, I knew I needed help, and I knew he had connections.

He was just the sort of weapon a girl like me needed in her arsenal.

Someone lethal, ambitious, and determined, who oozed masculine prowess and protective vibes.

I knew a little bit about Andres. Like the fact he didn’t come from money. He earned his fortune through his own brilliance and hard work.

I admired that. Respected him for it. Just like I admired how readily he’d taken to my son.

Those protective vibes I was talking about before were amplified a zillion times when it came to Sammy. Just the idea of Andres as a dad, even a stepdad, was enough to make my ovaries go off like fireworks.

Oh my.

It might sound crazy, but in those few minutes when he held me inside of the commercial-grade kitchen, it was like time stopped.

Like the connection between actual time and my brain had short-circuited.

The man was dangerous.

Andres was like no one I’d ever met. When I said I was sheltered growing up, I meant it.

And as he held me, a typhoon of memories came flooding into my befuddled brain.

Maybe it was his big, powerful body wrapped around mine that did it. Or that crazy sexy scent that seemed to cling to his bronzed skin.

I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I just held on and tried to keep up while my mind raced.

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