Page 4 of His Wild Attraction

But my inner bitch was right. I was the one who jumped him.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I recalled that evening with perfect precision.

How good he smelled, like spicy cologne and man. How hot he looked in a pair of gray slacks and a knit polo shirt. His trimmed beard and short hair felt so soft beneath my fingers, and that mouth.

Christ, his mouth.

Swoon.

Had I ever been kissed like that before in my life?

The answer was a loud, resounding no.

So yeah, when Andres Ramirez had offered to drive me and Sammy back to our new place at the offsite St. E’s residence in Morristown, I said yes.

Once he walked us upstairs, putting a sleeping Sammy to bed, I practically tackled him in the small living room of my new apartment.

Meredith had started this program with me and Sammy in mind. After Gary started showing up at St. Elizabeth’s in Manhattan, she knew I couldn’t stay there.

The house in Morristown was perfect for our needs, and I had no doubt it would benefit others who needed to switch locales.

We spent one wild night touching, kissing, and having the kind of sex I’d only ever read about before.

The man played my body like a master. It was like Andres could read everything I was feeling on my face, and he knew exactly what I needed and how I needed it.

I flew apart in his arms, chasing the sun, and flying so high I never thought I’d come back down.

But I did, of course. No one could stand that kind of pure pleasure indefinitely. It would kill you.

I couldn’t explain what made me behave so recklessly. Hell, we hadn’t even used protection.

I was on the pill. And I hadn’t had sex of any kind the last couple of years of my marriage to Gary.

Not that he was anything like Andres in the bedroom, or, um, living room, as it were.

I was clean, was my point, and I was on the pill to regulate my period. Yes, I should have asked him about his own history, but it wasn’t planned, and I would deal with any unfortunate outcome on my own.

There were none—thank goodness—and yes, I scolded myself and picked up a box of condoms just to have. Like just in case there was a repeat, which there wouldn’t be.

I’d made sure of that. Because, after our passionate interlude, I ignored him.

Like completely ignored him.

Well, what else was I supposed to do?

Andres Ramirez was out of my league. He was already taking up way too much space in my brain than any man had the right to.

A partner at Volkov Industries, the company co-owned by my new best friends’ husbands, Andres was not only single, sexy, and good with kids, he was also a damn genius.

I barely finished one semester of college. But my lack of formal education wasn’t the only obstacle between us.

Andres was gorgeous.

Like super freaking hot. He had stormy eyes not quite blue and not quite gray, but some sort of in between color that simmered with emotion whenever I looked at them.

He had short, dark hair, a close-cut beard, and bronzed skin covering his many muscles.

I mean, really? Who the heck had eight abs, anyway?

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