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My heart tapped in my chest as he stared at me. The air around us seemed to spark. His gaze caressed my face, from my lips to my eyes, and back again.
He was going to kiss me.
And for the first time, I wanted him to.
I remembered how good it felt that night in his office. How he’d made my body come alive. I didn’t feel empty when he touched me.
With each passing day, I felt more and more like a person. And I wanted more of that feeling. More of him.
My lips parted in anticipation. I could almost feel his firm mouth pressing into mine. The tingles it would create across my skin.
I could almost taste him. He would taste like whiskey and something all him. Something that had stuck in my mind since the last time.
His throat bobbed, and I swallowed my own nerves. We drifted towards each other like an invisible string pulled us together. His gaze held mine, and I lost myself in their depths. In the shades of green.
“Let’s dance.” Tessa grabbed my hand, pulling me up. “Show us your new moves.”
The connection severed as Vander’s eyes dropped. Disappointment tightened my stomach.
“O-okay.” I managed a weak smile as she and Kincaid walked towards the dance floor. But my gaze was still on Vander as I stood before him.
Heat exploded through my body as he grasped my hips, bringing me forward. My hands hit his shoulders for balance. We were so close again that my hair fell, brushing his cheek.
“Have fun.” He whispered, his lips touching the shell of my ear. “I’ll be right here enjoying the show.”
My steps wobbled as he let me go, and I followed the girls. Even from the dance floor, I could feel the tension between us. The intensity of his gaze was like a physical force as he watched me sway and grind to the music.
My entire body seemed to pulse. Not to the beat, but the desire pumping through my veins. Even my pussy throbbed from this unfulfilled lust. It was such a foreign feeling.
It only got worse as I moved to the beat. Each roll of my hips had me picturing something else. A long-forgotten pleasure…sex.
But not just any sex. Sex with Vander.
My fingers brushed across the fabric of my dress, and I shivered from the touch. My nipples ached, and I closed my eyes. Imagining Vander’s hands on me as I sat in his lap. As I rocked my hips as I was right now. Grinding on him as his hands skimmed across my thighs.
His gaze only fueled my fantasy. But in my mind, his eyes were on my body as his cock filled me. As I fucked him. And he would look at me the same way he did now. Like he wanted me. Like I was beautiful.
In my imagination, there were no scars. No inhibitions. No worries.
Someone bumped into me on the dance floor, and my dreams popped.
Vander would never see me naked and look at me like this. He wouldn’t want me when he was forced to witness the scars his brother had made. See the damaged person I was.
And I could never let him. I couldn’t even look at myself.
My mouth turned down as I swayed to the music, but my movements were stilted now. I watched as Vander talked to a pretty waitress. Jealousy slid through my gut.
I turned, my gaze flicking around the room; all over were women with their own eyes on him. I saw the appeal. He was broad without being intimidating. Had muscles without the bulk. He was tough looking without being scary.
The tousled strands of his hair invited you to sink your fingers in to them. To see if they were as soft as they looked. His jaw was sharp with just enough stubble to feel good against your skin.
Then there was the suit. And the tattoos. And those eyes. Those captivating deep green eyes.
So, yeah, I got it. What I didn’t get was a sense of belonging. A right to claim him.
I was his wife, but I never thought about him as my husband. He was just a man I was bound to. One I lived with. He hadn’t taken any steps towards making us a real couple.
He hadn’t tried to kiss me or sleep with me since the wedding. Since he’d seen how damaged I was.
