Page 94 of Be My Wife

She thanks him with a flirty smile, smoothing a lock of her long, red hair behind her ear.

Gerard blushes.

I hear a second door slam and jerk my attention away from them.

Elizabeth rounds the hood.

Her brown eyes shoot daggers at me.

Pink lips—usually soft and glossy—are painted red and fall into a harsh frown.

The breeze tousles her curly brown hair.

Lifts the hem of her fitted green dress.

Sweeps aside the shoulder-length brown curls springing from her head.

She marches forward.

Tries to walk past me.

I slip an arm around her waist and pull her in.

Her gasp of surprise hits my chest.

Makes my heart thunder.

Makes my pulse pick up.

Makes my pants tighten.

“I thought I told you not to show up,” I growl.

“It’s good to see you too, honey.”

“Go home.”

“Or what?” She presses her body to mine, unconsciously rubbing against me. “You’ll punish me?”

I narrow my eyes.

Damn.

I want to drag her sexy little body in the back of my car and give her exactly what she’s asking for.

Elizabeth arches an eyebrow daringly.

Heat strikes my chest like a congo drum.

“Oh look at them,” Mom coos behind us. “Shall I remind you two that you’re in public?” She chuckles and says fondly, “Ah, to be young and in love.”

“What are you talking about, Gwen? You’re still young,” Gerard says.

Mom giggles. “Oh stop it.”

I step away from Elizabeth.

Away from the fire of rage and lust she, exclusively, stirs in me.

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