Page 120 of Be My Wife

My nails clamoring for purchase on his back.

Sinking into the mattress.

Screaming his name.

My toes curl in the blankets as I quiver from the memories.

So…

That was… intense.

Brogan totally knows what he’s doing.

But it was …

I don’t know.

More than just sex.

Brogan started off teasing me to the very edge of my frustration.

But then—

When he kissed me—

It hadn’t been hot and desperate like before.

Like it was at first.

He’d caressed me tenderly. Like I was the most precious person to him.

Like…

Like he loved me.

It was enough to drive me insane.

But that can’t be right.

There’s no way this big brute of a man loves me.

I frown. Why would I get that impression? Am I that desperate to have someone stick around for once that I’m imagining things that aren’t real?

Just then, Brogan turns on his side. Since I’m locked up in his embrace, I have no choice but to change positions too.

His breath fans across the back of my neck.

One hand gently caresses my bare hip.

The other hand drops over my waist, caging me in.

I go stiff, considering how to free myself from his arms without waking him. As I test different wiggle techniques, Brogan’s body responds. I freeze, my breath escaping in one big whoosh.

Okay.

New plan.

New plan.

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