Page 139 of Be My Wife

Her slim body presses against mine.

She thrusts her hips forward, making her intent crystal clear.

I ease her off, stunned. “Elizabeth—”

“No talking,” she snaps.

Desire wells in me, combatting my rising confusion.

Elizabeth desperately wrenches her skirt down.

I watch her, my heart thundering.

She snapped between cold and hot so fast my head is spinning.

I can’t keep up.

Reaching for me again, she kisses me.

Frantically.

As if this will be the last time.

My lips seek hers.

Sucking.

Nuzzling.

I grab her by the back of the head.

Bunch my fingers in her thick curls.

Yank her head back to expose her smooth brown neck.

Drop kisses over her.

Down to the hollow of her throat.

Past her jaw.

Her soft cheek.

Up to her ear.

I take her lobe into my mouth.

Suck on the nub.

“Elizabeth…”

“No. Words.”

Fine.

If that’s what she wants, that’s what she’ll get.

I let the doubts go.

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