Page 91 of My Ruthless Husband

I take the opportunity to explore his wide shoulders beneath the jacket and feel the tension in his body. He wants me. He wants this. Just as much as I do. The knowledge excites me so much, I find myself shuddering against him, reveling at the way our lips fit together.

But just as quickly, the kiss ends. “Wow,” I manage to say, still dazed.

He gazes down at me for a moment, and then a subtle smile, small yet noticeable, tugs at the corners of his lips. With a sudden, yet gentle, movement, he pulls me flush to his side, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

“So you missed me too.” I say in a playful tone, with my head against his chest.

I look up and snicker at the droll look he sends me. “Admit it, you missed me so much you couldn’t wait until the end of the day. When, you know, we both usually meet.”

“River,” he says, his voice carrying a subtle warning, yet his eyes held a glint of amusement.

I frown. “What? It’s completely normal for a boyfriend to miss his beautiful and young girlfriend.”

He tightens his arm around me. “Are you calling me old, angel?”

I suppress my grin and try to appear serious. “Of course not. I wouldn’t dare. I just meant you’re not… you know, exactly young so…”

He fists my ponytail and tugs my head back. “Too bad.” He presses a soft kiss on my parted mouth. “You’re stuck with me.”

“Promise?” I breathe, suddenly not joking at all.

His eyes darken. He seals the deal with another searing kiss. I’m glad the partition was up because I wouldn’t be able to meet Hal’s eyes. I expect Damian to let me go now but he doesn’t. He keeps me pressed against his side and I’m not complaining.

Keeping my head against his chest, I run my fingers over his shirt. This close, I can smell him. And he smells so good, it makes my eyes roll back with pleasure.

Throughout the ride he remains silent and makes some phone calls. But I don’t mind because through it all he has his arm around me.

He is my boyfriend.

My man.

Mine.

The thought makes me shy and I end up burying my head in his chest.

I smile against his shirt when he tightens his hold. I look up at him and just admire the view of his strong jawline.

Feeling eyes on him, he glances down. Earlier it used to embarrass me whenever he used to catch me staring. Not anymore. Because I have the right to stare at his beautiful face. I give him a shy smile.

He doesn’t smile back but lowers his head and plants a soft kiss on my forehead. That makes me beam at him.

When the car comes to a stop, Damian straightens and I have to begrudgingly leave his arms. It’s like losing my warm, cozy sweater in the harsh unforgiving winter.

Damian gets out and holds out his hand. I eagerly scoot toward it, place my much smaller hand in his large one and climb out of the car.

It’s challenging but I tear my eyes away from him to look around. Then blink in surprise at the massive sleek black gates.

“Where are we?” I ask him and Damian merely takes my hand again and begins pulling me behind him as we enter what looks like the longest driveway I’ve ever seen.

Tall, manicured hedges flank the sides of the path, and a few elegant palm trees dot the landscape, gradually ascending to the top of the hill.

Reaching the crest, my eyes widen at the sight before me—a marble walkway leading to the sprawling mansion twice the size of my own.

As Damian leads me inside, I hesitate, looking around at the opulent foyer with its polished marble floors and glittering chandeliers. “This is impressive, Damian, but I thought we were just going out for lunch.”

“I’ve arranged a special meal for us right here.” He hauls me further inside. “Would you like to explore the place before we eat?”

I sometimes forget Damian’s role as a real estate mogul. He deals with properties of this caliber. “Sure.”

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