Page 26 of His Fake Wife

I thought I saw a glint of possessiveness in his eyes but it had to be my imagination. What was happening between us was purely physical. At least, I assumed it was. It was hard to tell with the way he was gazing at me, as if I meant something to him.

“I don’t care if we rush, it’ll still be good.”

From the little I had experienced in his arms the other night, I was sure he could do no wrong.

“Beth?”

I didn’t want to talk anymore, I wanted to feel. So I slid my fingers in his hair and pulled him down for another bone-melting kiss. That seemed to snap whatever control he was holding on to because our kiss became ravenous. My top flew over my head before I even realized I was being undressed. It was happening, I was going to make love to Adam. Breaths coming out in short, excited gasps, I lifted my hips so he could pull my jeans off. We both attacked his shirt, sending a few buttons flying. I’d never experienced such untamed need before. It was exhilarating...until he stopped. I barely suppressed my frustrated growl.

“This doesn’t feel right,” he said.

My heart sank. How could he get me so heated just to leave me hanging again? “It doesn’t?”

“We can’t do this here. I’m taking you to bed.”

Relief swamped me. “Ok.” It didn’t matter to me where it happened. All I wanted was to feel the passion that kept flaring between us to the full extent. It felt nice knowing he cared about my comfort, though.

He stood up and offered a hand. Without hesitation, I placed mine in his. As I followed him out of the office, it occured to me that, after overcoming my initial case of nerves, I felt comfortable with Adam. I’d known him for years, after all. Plus, it was hard not to put myself in his obviously experienced hands when he was being such a gentleman.

“My room is closer.”

“I want you in my bed,” he affirmed.

That domineering, possessive undertone should have annoyed me but it only made me want him more. At that point, I would have done anything he asked. By the time we made it up the stairs, a bit of nervousness had seeped back in. There was something daunting about being in his bedroom. There was a surprising slivering of jealousy too. One could just imagine the amount of women he’d had in there. The door closed and I jumped.

“Having second thoughts?” His eyes were on me, probably taking in every facet of my expression.

“No, I just…” I looked away, cheeks on fire. There was no way I’d verbalize what I was thinking.

Once again, surprising me with intuition, I didn’t know he had, he announced, “This is a first for me too. I usually keep my escapades out of my personal domain.”

I could only stare at him, speechless. I didn’t know he’d guess what I was thinking and what he claimed was hard to believe.

“I think you’re messing with me.” My eyes were glued to his hands as he casually continued to undress.

“I’m many things but a liar isn’t one of them. I’ve never felt comfortable enough to let anyone get too close. The thought of me with another woman makes you jealous, doesn’t it?”

That teasing smirk of his was in full effect. It irritated me and made my heart flutter at the same time.

“Never.”

“Sure,” he drawled, taking steps toward me with a wolfish grin. He reminded me of a predator stalking his prey?and I was a willing prey.

Chapter 11

Beth

I never thought the day would come when I’d be in Adam’s bedroom, ready to sleep with him. He stepped out of his pants and my eyes began to roam. Talk about a perfect male specimen. It was unfair for someone who sat behind a desk to look that good. He was six feet of pure muscle that rippled with each movement he made. I never denied that he was a good-looking man, but it was the first time I was seeing the man beneath the clothes. I was so entranced by his chiseled beauty that I didn’t even realize he was removing what was left of my clothes.

The memory of how we’d started tearing each other’s clothes off from downstairs caused heat to spread through my face. It was like I lost all sense of self whenever Adam touched me. I behave so unlike my usual reserved self.

“I love how easily you blush. Are you having dirty thoughts about me? I don’t blame you.”

My bra fell to the floor and I rolled my eyes. The arrogance of the man.

“I’d love to slap that smirk off of your face.”

“We’re back to teasing and threatening each other already? I don’t mind it actually, it’s such a turn on.” He hooked his thumbs in my panties and slid it down my thighs, his gaze never leaving mine.

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