Page 46 of I Replaced His Husband
"Thanks," I replied quietly, quickly pulling the tablet back. I didn’t want him to keep going.
Rain straightened up, still hesitating. He bit his lip like he had something else to say but wasn’t sure if he should. And my brain, my traitorous brain, flashed a very vivid image of those full lips wrapped around my dick. I knew he could do a hell of a job with them.
And then I just… said it.
Even I was surprised by the words coming out of my mouth.
"I overheard you talking about needing icons. If you want, I could draw them for you."
I couldn’t believe it.
Damn. I offered it myself.
Something that would mean more interaction with him than I was ready for, but the words were already out there.
His whole face lit up.
"Really? You’d do that for me? That’d be amazing. The stock icons I found are awful, and they don’t fit the app’s vibe at all. And AI can’t do a good job with a consistent set."
Our eyes were still locked as I nodded.
"Send me the icons you found and some visuals from the app, so I know what direction to go."
"Of course! I’ll send them right away!"
Rain left the room quickly and came back a moment later with his laptop. He sat down next to me and immediately sent the icons to my email.
"And here’s a visual mock-up of the app. We need a mix of basic functional icons and a few that are more specific to what the app does. These are the ones I found on stock sites, but they’re all in different styles. I couldn’t find a single designer who had everything we needed in one set."
"Okay," I said quietly, lingering a little longer than necessary on the image he showed me, just to stay close to him. He smelled so good, like soap and fresh sea air. Why did I want to lean in and breathe in the scent of his thick, dark auburn hair? Maybe even run my fingers through it?
"I’ve got a rough idea of what it could look like. I’ll start sketching something today and show you tomorrow."
"Thanks, Kay. I really appreciate it. I know this… might not be something youwantto do right now, but—"
"It’s fine," I muttered, already feeling irritation bubble up. I didn’t want him to dig into my reasons, probably because I had no idea myself why I even offered. "It’s just a few icons. I’m nearly done with my current project anyway. My boss won’t be sending the next one until the day after tomorrow, so I’ve got a bit of free time."
Rain nodded, his gaze drifting over my face. He leaned in just a little, and for a second, it felt like he might kiss my cheek. I felt his warm breath on my skin, and time seemed to pause as his lips inched closer. I closed my eyes, waiting for it—wanting it—but he pulled back. Damn it. He just cleared his throat and gave me a soft smile.
"Alrighty. I’ll wait."
I was annoyed with myself for agreeing to help, but a part of me wanted to prove I wasn’t just a complete jerk, because honestly, that’s all I’d shown him so far.
When he came back a couple hours later, just as my wave started, there was something different in the way he touched me.
He made love to me slowly, lingering, with those long, rolling thrusts that let me disappear into that familiar, blissful haze. That place of soft pinks and peach light, of floating on bubbles of strawberry champagne. No thoughts, just sensation. Just pleasure.
At one point, right before a huge orgasm hit, I realized my hands had lifted instinctively and grabbed onto his shoulders. I caught myself and quickly let them fall back to the sheets. But that—and the whole icon thing—were the first real cracks in the wall I’d built around myself.
And that scared the hell out of me.
Was I really forgetting so quickly how I felt the first day we met? All the anger, the distrust? Maybe Iwasjust a shallow, ungrateful bitch who never really loved Maurice enough to keep from falling for someone else the moment he was gone.
Or maybe it was something else entirely. Something I hadn’t let myself face since the first time Rain touched me.
I really, really hoped it was some weird factor here.
Anything but my own weakness.
