Page 47 of Claiming His Wife
Sometime in the night he woke up to a warm body tangled around him. The reality of her in his bed felt unreal. But it felt right. She peeled back his control with practiced ease and without so much a word – she had only to be there.
“What are you thinking about?"
The words startled him, as he had thought she was fast asleep.
“Why do you think I'm thinking about anything?”
“You’re being very quiet.”
“I was thinking about you.” He answered easily, but there was no way he was going to tell her exactly what he was thinking without sounding convoluted and confused.
Her body leaned into him more as her head blindly searched for a more comfortable position on his arm, before settling back onto his skin. The warmth of her body soothed something in him, the way she curled against him solved hurts he didn’t know he carried in him; her mere presence quenched an ache he had accepted as normal for too long. His only problem was that it was morning, and daylight was not kind to doubts.
He just wanted to enjoy the feel of her nestled closely against him, her warm flesh on his. The emotions in his chest tried to overwhelm him again with their intensity. That was one part of him – the other part was more uncivilized, and he wondered if this was how people with personality disorders felt.Torn in various directions?Because there was a part of him that wanted nothing better than to shout out loud. He wanted to take an ad out in the paper, or maybe even climb to the rooftop and shout until the whole city heard him. Never in all his dreams and imagination did he believe that she was still going to be a virgin.
When he plunged through her hymen he had blanked out with shock and joy battling fiercely for dominance, while dread closely followed. Dread had won out and he had faltered at the enormous gift she was giving him, he had tried to do the right thing, tried to be a better man and a better man would not be selfish. His body had rebelled at it, his erection throbbing against her opening fiercely. The desire riding him until he was sure his skin was vibrating but he had wrenched control from the madness in his veins and moved back but she was having none of that. Her legs had tightened around him, her eyes flashing with determination and desire, she had taken what she wanted from him and—fuck!That was hot, he couldn’t even dream of saying no again.
For the longest while, he had thought she stepped out on their vows. Many times, he had conjured the phantom face of her many lovers. The presence of the guy at her place yesterday was a direct blow to his ego. His vision had swum with a red tinge and he had wanted nothing better than to pound him into the ground.
He'd baited him too, waiting for a chance to wipe the smug look off his face, but even if the guy didn't have a lot of sense, he had a good deal of self-preservation instinct, the bastard. To walk in the door and find his woman in another man's embrace was a test many men would have failed. The violence the scene awoke in him had staggered him. Staying there and not killing the smug bastard was a test of patience and control he never wanted to face again.
She stretched in the bed, and her hand got so close to discovering the semi-erection he was sporting, ably turning his thoughts from bloody murder to desire, not quite a semi anymore but it wasn't going to get any action, not this morning.
His erection twitched as he tried to battle his rising desires. Her hand continued its lazy glide on his abdomen, tracing his skin with faint strokes and occasional edge of her nails. He captured it and was rewarded with a low laugh. The minx knew what she was doing too, fuck any illusions of control he thought he had. He had taken her two times already last night in a frenzy of wild desire riding them both, as if making up for lost time. He was about to take her again for the third time.
CHAPTER 14
“GOOD MORNING,” KALILAH CALLED AS SHE DISENTANGLED her body from his and made for the edge of the bed. Her intentions were obvious but tell that to the monster perking up at his groin area.
The morning light did her full justice. Glittering caramel skin and legs that went forever, symmetrical features with long limbs and mouth-watering curves; curly hair which created interesting shadows that hid and showed certain things. His manhood was throbbing now at the sight.
He murmured when he could find his voice. A low, out of breath, husky tone.
“Morning, beautiful." Kalilah paused in the act of climbing out of bed to look back at him. He looked at her with a mix of hunger and satisfaction, bringing a faint blush to her face.
“I have to go,” she said in haste, and his heart crumbled.
“Why don’t you stay for breakfast. I could prepare eggs?”
“I don't want to... I mean, I don't want you to think it's...” she said and his heart sank even more.
“What don’t you want me to think?" his words curt.
“That what happened last night changes anything,” she finished in a rush.
“On the contrary, it changes everything,” his voice was deliberately low.
“Don’t be difficult now, Finn,” she replied.
“Are you on any form of birth control?” Her eyes widened and her mouth turned agape. “I’m guessing by your facial expression that you’re not and considering we didn’t use protection last night… we have much to discuss.”
“I think we’re safe from any unwanted pregnancies.” Her voice faltered. “Right now, I really need to get home since I have a guest that is probably worried sick about me.”
Unwanted?He got out of bed in one quick move and she shifted out of the way quickly. He stood in front of her, unashamed, and took his own sweet time tugging his trousers on and stalked out of the room. When he returned to the room she was fully dressed. He handed her an envelope.
“Open it,” he encouraged. He was playing dirty, but he didn’t want to lose his wife. She needed a nudge and he didn’t mind being the one to give it. He saw the curiosity in her eyes when she opened the envelope. Pictures, dozens of them with only one subject; Jonathan.
“What’s this?”
