Page 9 of His Infatuated Wife

I can't even imagine how sexy it would sound if he were to use that same tone to say my name.

He wants me.

Me!

He wants me!

I feel heady just thinking about it, and when I notice how his hands are still shoved deep into the pockets of his trousers, it's then I hear myself say, "Why are you doing that?"

"What do you mean?"

There's this tiniest part of my brain that's still capable of functioning properly, and it's warning me to tread carefully.

But because the rest of me is already lost and completely consumed by the scorching heat of his presence---

"I see you clench your fists sometimes when we talk," I whisper. "And I realize it's because you want to push me away."

His jaw clenches, and my breath catches.

Because I know.

He might as well have said yes by doing so.

And if I were right about that, then---

"I also notice you cracking your knuckles at times," I hear myself say. "And it always made me wonder if that was something you did...every time you have the urge to push me down---"

"Watch your words!"

"---and have your way with me?"

Jacques just stares at me this time, but oh, what I see in his eyes---

It's true, I think dazedly. It's actually also true!

And the moment I realize I have all of those things right---

"There's one thing I haven't figured out..."

The air between us suddenly feels it's about to explode with sexual tension.

"What you're doing now..."

And I can't wait, oh I can't wait for it to happen.

"What do you really want to do when you have your hands deep in---oh!"

My words end in a gasp because Jacques suddenly has me backed up against the wall.

"This."

And now he's gripping my hair in his fist.

"I want to do this."

He's already ripped the towel off my body before he's even done speaking, and all I can do is gasp and tremble when I realize I'm suddenly naked in front of him.

"And this is just the start."

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