Page 30 of Claiming His Wife
That last dig proved too much for him. He was standing over her, without remembering how he had crossed the distance from across the balcony. “Satisfaction? No, I haven’t felt it in a long time.” He growled incensed while brushing his fingers against her exposed brown shoulder that complimented the color of her dress.
“Let go of me this minute!”
“Listening to you speak makes me think that I’ve been cheated; I got the company according to you, but not the first Anderson daughter. It’s about time I remedy that.” The words came from somewhere inside of him that was tired of being falsely accused of something that didn’t happen the way she thought it did. Time to show his wife who she really belonged to.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
He looked down into her eyes and he couldn’t see a hint of fear. Her mouth said one thing but her eyes they were saying something different to him.
“Too bad I wasn’t asking for permission,” he answered with a slow grin that warned her of his intentions much too late. She raised her hand to slap him but he caught it on the upward swing and easily twisted her hand behind her back, effectively pushing her up against him with her breasts heaving and her anger written on her face.
He took a long look at the picture she presented. Chest heaving, eyes lit with anger, head tilted up in defiance. She looked so alluring, so beautiful, and he knew he had to taste her lips. His head descended. At first it was punishing, with her straining close-mouthed against him, his hands running slowly over her shoulders and along her arms. He explored slowly with unsettled fingers. He wanted to do more than he already was. His head throbbed with the ache and desire that clouded his mind.
She suddenly began to move her lips beneath his.
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It was a kiss to end all kisses, his lips slid over hers in a languid move taking his time to tease, his was a masterful touch. She’d never felt such intense passion with anyone except him. The hands that had held hers captive released and brushed up her body in one long stroke. She moaned into his mouth at the invasion. Her hands instinctively travelled up his muscled torso until they encircled his neck. The hairs at his nape were soft and smooth. Her mouth eased open, allowing him to take advantage of her parted lips, and he used his skillful tongue to invade her mouth and explore her taste.
Liquid heat travelled throughout her body, her entire being flooding with desire. Her hands were twisted in the material of the black tux at his shoulder and she was strained against him – wanting more, needing more. Finn backed her up against the wall and his hand reached even lower.
He broke the kiss and said, “I’ve been tortured by the view of your smooth skin all night, and I am intent on finding out if it’s as soft as it looks.”
Before she could even think to respond, he bent his head and started a trail of kisses down her throat as his hand reached through the slit in her dress and trailed upwards. She raised her leg and parted her thighs to accommodate his exploration. His hand brushed softly at one expanse of skin then another, and she moaned at those teasing touches. She wanted him to ease the desperate ache that had formed between her thighs.
She moaned again when his fingertips skimmed over her mound.
“No underwear?” he asked, shocked, as he took a step back to look into her eyes.
“It wouldn’t work with this dress,” she said, and pressed her body closer to his.
He pressed his fingers onto her sensitive flesh, she pushed her hips forward, wanting more.
“Please.” Her voice sounded distant to her ears.
A sudden roar of sound had them jolting apart. They were both breathing hard. It took a few minutes for her breathing to return to normal and for her strewed thoughts to rearrange themselves. When it did, the realization of what she had done shocked her.God!How could she have lost her mind so quickly, so completely? This was Finn, the man she hated, her soon to be ex-husband. Her body had no such problem; it wanted nothing more than to go back into his arms and continue where they stopped. He seemed to have sensed her thoughts and took a step in her direction.
She took a step back.
“No, we can’t.” With that, she fled the cloud of passion on the balcony.
CHAPTER 8
KALILAH AWOKE WITH A START as the rays of the morning sun filtered through the drapes.
It had been a week since the night she’d kissed Finn, and it was still heavy on her mind. She didn’t know how it was possible, but her lips still tingled anytime she thought of it, and her nerves were buzzing with electricity when she thought about his sensual touches. She couldn’t believe that she had allowed Finn to get so close to her. She didn’t know what had come over her, but she had gotten so lost in the frenzy of his touch.
The kiss reminded her so much of how it used to be between them. It had rendered her totally unaware of anything else except the two of them in that moment – until the noise from inside had filtered out onto the balcony, forcing them apart. Her heart sped at the implications of what would have taken place if they weren’t interrupted. She’d rushed away from the balcony after the haze of desire had ebbed and the realization of what she had done sank in. She’d grabbed Kaiya’s hand and sent Owen a quick text to meet her outside.
They had slid into the car and Owen had pulled off as if he knew she was fleeing something dangerous. Even as she thought about it, she knew that she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself from being completely taken by Finn in every sense of the word, and she didn’t know how to feel about that. She’d been ignoring Finn all week and trying not to think about the kiss.
For that reason, she’d applied for multiple volunteer positions, and had scrolled through the company’s real estate site searching for her perfect temporary home.
She placed the memories of the kiss in the back of her mind and turned over in her bed. Kaiya was still asleep in the bed next to hers, one pillow tucked between her legs and another under her head.
Her phone chirped from her bedside table at that moment and she ignored it. She had a strong feeling that it was Jonathan texting to wish her a good morning, and she figured she’d respond to his message later. She felt too much like a fraud at the moment. She also wondered if what Finn had said was the truth. Was it possible that she misunderstood Finn’s side of things? She didn’t want to think about that now. She had Jon to consider. She needed to confess.
She mobilized her limbs and got up from the bed, being careful not to rouse her sister from sleep, and tiptoed into the washroom. Once inside, she brushed her teeth and then discarded her clothes. After that was done, she hopped into the shower and took her time lathering up. The feel of the water against her skin did little to wash away the guilt of betraying Jon.
