I shouldn’t have that.
Fuck. Damn.
I was seriously losing my shit.
I was falling for my husband, and I didn’t know how to stop.
“Ellie.”
Andres pulled back from our embrace, his stormy gaze freezing me in place.
Awareness surged, and that attraction I felt simmering at all times increased until it felt like a bonfire.
Ripples of need coursed through my bloodstream. Heat sizzled between us, and I felt a pull so strong I swayed on my feet.
Just like a magnet, I thought inanely.
His hands flexed on my waist, and I couldn’t deny how he made me feel. I was drawn to him, incapable of resisting the pleasure that surged in my veins every time we touched.
Did I even want to try?
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE ANDRES
If she only knew.
Ellie wanted to know how many secrets I was keeping, well, goddamn, I wasn’t about to tell her.
What could I say?
Why, yes Ellie, I have been keeping things from you.
Like the fact I’m obsessed with you. Completely and totally fucking unhinged when it comes to you.
I spend every waking moment thinking about you, wanting you, needing you.
I’m like a fucking junky with an addiction I have no control over. But it isn’t smack that has me off the rails, it’s you.
I am fucking addicted to you and your smiles, your kisses, the way you sigh in your sleep, the face you make when you come.
Fuck.
Fuck.
FUCK.
I had so many fucking secrets. But I couldn’t tell her any of them.
“Ellie,” I said her name again, stepping back from her tempting warmth.
I couldn’t touch her and keep my train of thought. I was only human, for fuck’s sake.
“I’m sorry if I kept things from you. It was unintentional. I wasn’t trying to hold anything back,” I said, carefully weighing my words.
I wanted to explain. To tell her how much she meant to me without sending her running. But like always, I was overthinking it.
“Andres,” she sighed. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want to do this. I-I can’t, I won’t?—”
Ellie dropped her chin and shook her head. Turning around, she gave me her back.