Page 83 of His Wild Attraction

Sexier than anyone had a right to look, he wore a black shirt and a slate gray suit. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, giving me a tantalizing view of dark chest hair.

I loved that he wasn’t one of those men who waxed or shaved or whatever. I liked my man real. And he was as real as it got.

Andres stalked over to my side of the table and my mouth went completely dry. The other men were saying hello to their wives, but I wasn’t paying them any mind.

All my attention was on him.

My larger-than-life husband.

This man, who seemingly came out of nowhere and swept me off my feet. Who I took one look at and just blindly trusted with mine and Sammy’s lives.

Maybe I was a fool.

But there was just something about him that said don’t worry, I got you.

I just knew he would take care of us. Call it a sixth sense, or just call me a fool. It didn’t matter.

I trusted Andres. Even if this was the first time, I truly admitted that to myself.

I’d had bad and mean and rough. I’d been married to a man who saw me as little more than a pawn. Andres was the first man who saw me for me.

He saw all my dark and dirty, all my ugly. And still, he’d said yes.

My heart squeezed so hard, I gasped. Andres frowned, canting his head to the side like he knew exactly what I was feeling.

He was like this big, sturdy oak. A tall, unbreachable tower. A natural born protector, taking me and Sammy under his wing. Giving us shelter. Keeping us dry and warm.

His hand gripped the back of my neck as he came right next to me, and he crouched down.

“You good, Lupina?”

A hum of contentment moved through my blood as I smiled at him. I lifted my face, and he leaned in, kissing me on the mouth.

Holy. Shit.

Our lips remained closed, but still. It was incredible.

The man could kiss. I was still smiling when he pulled back with one last peck.

“Yes, Husband. I’m perfect.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN ANDRES

Four more chairs were brought inside the private room, and our wives made spaces for us.

I worried that maybe it was intrusive of us to just drop in on them, but looking around at how all the women seemed happy to have their husbands join them, I relaxed.

The first thing she’d asked about was Sammy, but after I assured her he was safe and sound and tucked up in bed with my mom as a babysitter, she settled down.

Her trust was humbling.

Hell.

It was everything.

I placed my hand on her thigh, loving that she didn’t flinch or shy away from the touch as I leaned down to brush my lips across her temple, kissing the scar that wore like a badge of honor.

She was so brave.

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