Page 64 of Out of Bounds
I have on a simple navy bodycon but he’s looking at me like I just stepped off the runway.
“What are you doing here?” I ask pressing my hands to my sides.
He reaches for my left hand and checks the rings on my finger. The rings I still can’t take off. Quite honestly though, I forgot about them today.
“Checking on my wife,” he replies leaning slightly closer.
“Checking or spying?”
“Would you blame me if I were spying. Look at you showing off those Marylin curves. You have half the men here gawking at you, so I’m here to oversee what’s mine.”
I laugh.
“You think this is funny?”
“You sound ridiculous. How did you even know where to find me?”
“I’m a cop. You keep forgetting.” He wags his finger and inclines his head.
“What are you really doing here, Ethan?”
Light smolders from the brightness of his eyes and mischief raw and sexy dances within them.
He moves a little closer and my God the spark of chemistry has my stomach tightening and me clenching my thighs.
“I came to see if you were any closer to remembering anything.”
The air of confidence rippling from him is one thing, but his cocky personality allows him to exert a form of dominance with cool efficacy.
There’s no mistake in the intent in his words and the way he’s looking at me. But my worries have me torn somewhere between anticipation and dread.
When he angles closer tendrils of desire lick over my skin. I’m wrapped in his scent again and I want to say yes.
“There’s no shame in saying yes Bree,” he tempts me like the devil he is. “We’re two grown adults. Twomarriedgrown adults. We’re not the kids we used to be.”
Now his eyes brim with passion that entices me even more.
“It’s safer if I say no,” I confess and a smile dances on his lips.
The smile turns into a wide toothy, wicked grin filled with sin.
“You think you’re safe from me if you lie?” he states. “Sorry Mrs. Carson you couldn’t be more wrong.”
Mrs. Carson.That’s the second time he’s called me that and my body is liking the sound of that name way too much.
He reaches forward and lifts the ends of my hair. It’s in a ponytail again, just like it was in Vegas.
“I should go back to my friends,” I rasp.
“Bree—”
“It’s just that—”
His lips come down on mine so quickly anything that resembled calm shatters in an instant.
He crushes his lips harder to my mouth, encouraging me to kiss him back and I do. I didn’t really need that much encouragement because he had me within seconds of the kiss.
The strong hardness of his lips beckons me to melt into his granite body and I open my mouth for him when his tongue sweeps over my bottom lip. He deepens the kiss, exploring my mouth with his tongue and divine ecstasy filters into my soul as I succumb to the forceful domination of his mouth.
