Page 46 of His Fake Wife

“Whoa. What’s wrong?” He clamped his hands around my shoulders to steady me as I flailed around.

“I’m sorry,” I gasped, clutching the sides of the tub. “Ticklish.”

My suddenly high-pitched voice made Adam peer at me over my shoulder with suspicion. “Since when?”

Heat seared my face and I looked away from his assessing stare. I was guilty, not ticklish. Okay, so I still kept my pregnancy from Adam. How horrible was I? It’s just that I’d been enjoying our time together and revealing it might ruin everything. Was it that bad to want just a little more time with him before all hell broke loose?

“Beth, what is it?”

I couldn’t think of a quick enough lie so I craned my neck and kissed him. He was hesitant at first. I was sure he knew I was lying but I managed to coax him with my mouth until he sighed softly and gave in. His body relaxed behind mine and he kissed me deeper, going from gentle to commanding. Wandering hands moved over my body, sending me into flames with each touch. I could spend forever in Adam’s arms, indulging in the way he always made me feel. It was getting harder each day thinking about our budding relationship ending.

“I can feel you mentally slipping again,” he murmured.

“How can you possibly feel that?”

His mouth hovered close to mine as I gazed into his eyes. “I pay attention to you.”

What woman didn’t want to hear that from a man? If it was possible to fall anymore in love with him, I did. “Does anyone else know this amazing side of you?”

His small smile nearly melted my heart.

“Of course, not. You’re the only one I’ve let in to see beyond my devil-may-care facade.”

There was that usual teasing glint in his eyes, but I knew he was serious. I almost told him I loved him but held my tongue. Maybe pouring my heart out wasn’t a good idea until I told him about the baby. If he didn’t know the depth of my feelings, I could pretend not to be totally gutted if he rejected the idea of a child with me.

“What do I have to do to keep you here with me?” he asked, tapping my forehead.

I let out a laugh.

“I’m sorry. I’ve just had a lot on my mind.”

“You can share anything with me.”

“Because we’re such great friends now?” I smiled up at him, trying not to let his fingers traipsing up my leg distract me. They brushed the inside of my thighs and continued upward. I sucked in a breath when the tip of his finger circled my clit. My hip lifted, wanting him to apply more pressure but he only smiled and continued his teasing.

Looking me in the eyes, he said, “Come on, I think you know we’ve become much more than that.”

I was held captive by his gaze, my breaths coming out in short puffs. Was there some deeper meaning behind his words. He’d been doing that a lot?saying things but not quite saying them. I couldn’t hold it against him because I did the same thing. A part of me was waiting for him to say the magic words: I’ve fallen in love with you so I could reciprocate without fear of making a fool of myself.

What have we become then?

I wanted to ask but his touch was robbing me of breath and words. My toes curled when he applied more pressure to my clit and slid his fingers between my folds. “Have I told you that you’re way too good at this?” I gasped. He always knew exactly where to touch and how much to send me over the edge in record time.

His breath caressing my skin when he laughed made my inner muscles clench around his fingers.

“I can feel how close you are,” he whispered in my ears and those words were what sent me over the edge.

As soon as I caught my breath, I spun around in his arms, sending more water over the tub. Straddling him and arms circling his shoulders, I stared at him for a while. I wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words so I spoke to him with my body instead. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his, at the same time, lifting myself and sliding onto his erect cock.

The guttural groan that vibrated in his chest and the way his hands gripped my hips tightly, made me feel empowered and desired. I loved that Adam could barely hold on to his control when we were together like this. When I engulfed him completely, I paused and lifted my head to study his expression. I was waiting for his reaction when he realized we weren’t using any protection. I knew it wasn’t necessary. It wasn’t like I could get any more pregnant.

Adam’s only reaction was to tighten his hold on me and thrust his hips sending electricity shooting through my core. It was impossible for me to stay still after that. My body had no choice but to follow his rhythm. My nipples brushing his chest each time I moved, heightened my pleasure.

“Fuck,” Adam growled. “I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last. You do this to me every time.”

His jaw was clenched and his brows furrowed as if he was concentrating hard on not exploding. I couldn’t help grinning with satisfaction and rode him harder.

“Beth,” he moaned, burying his face in my chest. “God, you have an incredible rack.”

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