Page 27 of His Fake Wife

I hated to admit it, but it was a turn on. His cockiness grated on my nerves; yet, he was so seductive. I stepped out of my underwear, so ready for him that I forgot to feel nervous about standing in front of him naked. As full of himself as Adam was sometimes, the way he looked at me made me feel beautiful. I didn’t like the idea of him making another woman feel the way he made me feel. He was right. I was jealous, and I didn’t like it.

He stepped out of his boxers and I felt my eyes bulge. It was hard not to stand there like a deer caught in headlights, staring at his jutting erection. Of course, he had to be perfect in every way.

My breath rushed out when he grasped my hips and gently pushed me to the bed. I landed with a gasp?more from excitement than surprise. I waited with bated breath for his next move. He loomed over me, eyes sweeping my body. That heated look somehow made me feel as if my skin was on fire.

“Exquisit,” he murmured, “As expected.”

“I’ve never been described as exquisite before.”

“That’s because no has ever had the pleasure of looking.” His eyes met mine. “Right?”

“No one.”

I knew male satisfaction when I saw it. Adam was happy no other man had seen me in all my naked glory. I gazed up at him with a frown. His reactions were so confusing. My confusion and every other thought were driven away when his mouth covered mine, hot and demanding. I could kiss Adam forever. He was just so good at it. I wondered what else he could do with that gifted mouth and my heartbeat went into overdrive.

As if reading my mind, his mouth left mine and moved lower. Our bare skin brushing felt incredible. My nipples puckered when his chest grazed them on his way down. I couldn’t contain my gasps and moans when he began lavishing attention on my hyper-sensitive breasts. Every stroke of his tongue over each nipple sent electricity shooting to my core. When he abandoned them, I moaned my protest.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he grinned, looking every bit the mischievous devil I’d always thought of him.

Eyes wide and chest heaving, I watched his head go lower as he kissed his way down my stomach. His breath caressed my inner thighs, his lips moving dangerously close to my pussy. Panic pushed its way to my mind when I realized his intention.

“Wait!” I tried to clamp my legs shut but I didn’t get far with his shoulders wedged between them. “You don’t have to do that,” I rushed out. “I mean, that stuff is so overrated.” I was such a liar. I wanted to experience it, but the thought of being so open and vulnerable to him was scary.

Adam eyed me with suspicion. “Do you really not want this or are you chickening out because you’ve never done this before? Nervous?”

“No,” I snorted, sure that my face was blood red. He lifted a brow. “Alright, yes. I’ve never done anything before. Go ahead, laugh. I know you want to.” I couldn’t believe I was discussing my virgin status with Adam while his head was between my legs.

He gazed up at me questioningly. “Why would I laugh? I’m starting to like the fact that I’ll be your first for...everything.”

His words shocked me so much, I couldn’t think of anything to say. I gulped, held captive by serious, mercury-like orbs.

“It’s probably asking a lot considering our relationship, but trust me, Beth.”

Before now, I wouldn’t have trusted Adam as far as I could throw him but the glimpses of his sincere, sweeter side disarmed me.

“Okay.”

It was insane. I do really trust the man that I’d despised for most of my life?especially with my body. He handled it so well before. I anticipated the pleasure he’d bring me this time. He held my gaze for a second longer before dipping his head to feather kisses up my thigh. I held my breath, watching him with wide eyes as he neared my center. Then my breath rushed out as he sent me spiraling into a world of bliss I never knew existed.

The first swipe of his tongue robbed me of breath, and the second nearly sent me catapulting to the ceiling. His arms clamped around my thighs, holding me in place.

“If I knew you tasted this good, we would have done this a long time ago.”

The soft murmur made me shiver. Maybe if we weren’t so into hating each other back then, we would have realized our attraction. He continued the delicious torture, diminishing my inhibition until it was no more. I writhed beneath him and lifted my hips to press against his mouth. He understood my silent plea for more, alternating between sliding his tongue between my folds and circling my clit. In no time, I was near the edge, ready to tumble over. My inner muscles clenched and my toes tingled, my body was taunt and ready to explode. “I’m going to?”

“Not yet,” he said, lifting his head, leaving me in a state of frustration. “There’s more.”

“If there’s more, I think I might die,” I gasped. It would be the most delicious death ever. I’d never begged for anything in my life yet, I found myself begging Adam to give me some relief. “Please, don’t stop.”

His knowing grin was just too much but my desperation for relief that only he could give made me ignore it.

“Tell me what you want.”

My face was virtually on fire. “You know…”

“Tell me.”

I bit back a groan, liking how his sensual command made my heart flutter, but hating that he was going to make me say it. I’d never indulged in dirty talk, no matter how mild, ever.

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