“I do. But I think you deserve to relax first. That was…”
“Something. I know. Listen, I’m sorry my dad is…”
“Exactly what you warned me he would be,” he says, his lips skimming my neck. “And like I told you, I’m not worried about that. What I am worried about is you. Tell me, cariño, do you like how it makes you feel when I call you that?”
“I do.”
A grin smears across his face. “That’s right.WesaidI do. Making us partners.”
I swallow thickly, becoming lost to the fantasy. Delusional as it is.
“Do you like being my partner?”
I nod my head.
“Good. I like being yours. Same way I like being the one you think about while you hump your pillow, getting yourself off.”
My heart skips a beat, trying to piece together how he knew that. Not that I’m left wondering for long.
Slowly, he fills me in as his lips travel to my neck. Through soft kisses, his breath filters to my skin, igniting my entire body in flames rich with desire.
“I should have hung up when you accidentally called me.”
“Why didn’t you?” I pant.
“I couldn’t. Not when you sounded so pretty moaning my name.”
A pulse emerges in my center, quickly graduating to a throb I can’t ignore. My hand travels between my legs, and the moment I make contact, his eyes become glued to my fingers swirling at the sensitive nerves begging for relief.
There’s no ignoring the mischief in his eyes while he reclines the passenger seat, angling himself so one leg is pressed against the door and the other is centered for me to straddle, as he hikes up my dress.
“What are you doing?” I repeat.
His hands clasp together behind his head.
Getting ready to enjoy my front-row seat.”
“To?”
“You relaxing. I’ve picked up on your cues long enough to figure out that you feel most comfortable speaking with your body. So, if you won’t tell me how you’re feeling, can you at least show me that you’re okay.”
I sigh. “If it makes you feel any better, he meant nothing to me. Our arrangement was all my father’s doing.”
“Ssh. It’s okay. You don’t need to explain yourself.” His hands holster themselves onto my hips, and I slowly begin to roll them. “No panties?”
I shake my head no, causing him to bite his lip.
“That’s my girl,” he praises.
“What do you want me to do?”
He grabs my hips, pressing me down onto his thigh. “I want you to feel comfortable enough with me to make your problems mine. For as long as I’m allowed to play the role of your husband, you’re my wife. That means I’ll do anything you need me to.”
My hips roll. “Anything?”
Desire coats his eyes. “Anything.”
My heart is doing somersaults in my chest. The adrenaline his words are causing in my system, the heat from his body, is too much. Yet I never want this feeling to end.
