Once again, we find ourselves in a bubble of our own making. And now that her head is tilted up, with her gaze in my direction, those ocean-hued eyes peering up at me make me feel like I’m under a spell.
Still, I feel this annoying need to do my due diligence. It’s obvious that there’s history between her and whoever that guy was at Luxe. I not only saw it in her eyes. I felt it. Not to mention the way he smirked when I said I was her husband. I knew he didn’t buy it. Yet in his amusement he played along.
I meant what I said earlier to Trent, marriage is a commitment that should not only be cherished, but one that should be treated with the utmost respect. I don’t cheat, and I refuse to ever be the other man to anyone. For my own peace of mind, I need to make sure that despite her vacant ring finger, she’s truly single, or free of any commitment that would prevent me from doing what my body is begging me to do… make her mine for the night.
“I need to ask you something,” I blurt out.
She pouts her lips. “I was hoping we could do something that doesn’t require any questions… or talking for that matter.”
I don’t know what’s sexier, her or that bold and feisty mouth of hers. I like a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to say it. It’s a fucking turn on.
“You don’t need to tell me who that guy is if you don’t want to. I just need to make sure that he’s or anyone else isn’t your…”
“Husband?”
I nod my head, needing her response almost as strongly as I fear it.
“No, he’s not.”
“Thank fuck.” I sigh in relief.
“Besides, the last time I checked,youare, silly.” She winks. “Any other questions you’d like to ask me?”
Anticipation like I’ve never experienced before grabs hold of me, causing my heart rate to accelerate as a slew of questions filter through my head. Ranging from asking what her favorite way to come is, or how many times she’s come in succession so I can break her record. But I can’t vocalize even one of them. I’m too enamored by her to speak now that I have the answer I needed.
“I’ll take that as a no.Good. So now that we have that out of the way...” Her voice drifts as she leads the way down the hallway.
We move in silence until her back is pressed against a nondescript door past the bathrooms. She reaches behind her with her free hand, turning the doorknob, and before I know it, we are where I’ve wanted to be from the second I laid eyes on her.Alone.
We continue to move as one, with her leading the way into a dimly lit room. I can’t take my eyes off her.
I couldn’t look away if I wanted to, and lucky for me I don’t have to. Ornate gold framed mirrors in a variety of sizes clutter my periphery. Even the ceiling isn’t exempt from the reflective halo of the space. The room we’re in offers me a view of not only how good she looks at every angle, but how goodwelook together.
“Do you like what you see?” She points to the backdrop of mirrors we’re standing amongst. But they are just that, a backdrop, an afterthought to the beautyI’mstanding next to.
“Very much.”
“I meant the room,” she deflects, gesturing to the mirrors around us.
“You asked me if I liked what I see, and as far as I’m concerned, the only thing in this room worth my attention is you. And for the mirrors, they’re nice.”
“That’s it? Just nice?” She seems surprised and almost insulted that I don’t have more to say about them.
“On second thought, they’re perfect.”
That seems to appease her more.
“I mean, how could they not be? They’re everywhere, which means I can see how beautiful you look satisfied from every angle.”
Ease melts over her shoulders, softening them, as there’s a newfound pep in her tone. “You know, Mr. Armani.”Fucking Christ, even this nickname she has for me is driving me wild. “You soundveryconfident. I hope you have the skills to back that confidence up, because you’ve had my panties soaked from the second you swooped in to save the day.”
“That was nothing. I only did what I needed to.”
“Well, it’s more than most have done. If ever,” she huffs, vulnerability shaking her tone.
“No one has protected you before? I find that hard to believe.”
She shakes her head, as if she’s brushing off thoughts she’d rather keep at bay. “Well, believe it. Who cares, you’re not here to listen to me recite my autobiography. Even if you were, trust me, there’s not enough time in the day to go through the litany of things I’ve dealt with. And as much as I appreciate your need to protect me, right now I don’t want to be saved. I want to be…”
