Page 106 of The Christmas Wife

She swallows, twists her fingers together, "You’re lying."

"Want to try it out, hmm?" I take a step toward her; she skitters back.

I tilt my head.

She holds my gaze.

I widen my stance.

She tips her chin, "You…you don’t scare me."

"So you keep saying."

"We are here with your family; your sister and nieces are sleeping on the floor below. You won’t try anything with them so close."

"You think I’ll stop because of that?"

"I saw you with them, Weston." She narrows her gaze, "You respect your mother, you love your nieces, you’d do anything to protect your sister… You’re not half as much of an unfeeling man as you make yourself out to be."

"You’re right about that."

"I… I am?"

I nod, "I’m much worse." I lunge forward.

She screams, pivots, then makes a run for the door.

I swoop down toward her, grab her across the waist and throw her over my shoulder.

"Let me go, you oaf," she yells.

I stalk toward the bed.

She wriggles, brings her fists down on my back. The jolt travels down to my cock, which is already erect. Is it wrong that I am getting off on her struggle? On her curvy butt that wriggles so near my face. I tilt my head to nuzzle the side of her hips.

She stills. "Did you…" Her voice cracks, "Did you just do what I think, you did?"

I bring down my hand on her arse.

She howls, "What the fuck?"

"Language, Princess." I smirk, "And don’t question me again."

Her body tenses, all of her of muscles coil, and tension rolls off of her in waves.Wait for it. Wait for it.She bucks her body, then digs her knee into my chest with enough force that my breath catches. She lowers her head, buries her teeth in my back. Pin pricks of pain race from the contact. My dick throbs and my groin hardens. I change direction and head for the ensuite bath.

"The hell are you doing?" she yells again.

"Not so worried about waking up the family now, huh?" I chuckle.

"You douche, how dare you use your strength against me?"

"Because I like to play dirty?"Because I am losing my mind, that’s why.The thought of her walking out of here, never looking back… Hell no. My chest tightens. No way, am I letting that happen. And it’s not my ego speaking… It’s the fear that I’ll never see her again. Never scent her gorgeous essence, never hold her curves, bury myself in her sweet cunt; never pit my will against hers. I stumble, then right myself.

The challenge… That’s what attracted me to her. It’s why I keep taunting her, trying to get a rise out of her, and why I can’t let go of her either. What do I want to do with her? I want to get a rise out of her. Revel in her spirit, that fire inside of her thatcould burn through my past, rejuvenate me, give me a reason to move forward. I want to live fully, to feel for the first time in my life. I want her. Only her. I march into the bathroom, turn on the shower.

"Let go of me," her scream slices through my ear drum.

"Stop that," I growl.

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