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What is wrong with me?
Benny holds out his hand to stop me from shutting the door in his face. “This isourbedroom, Neomi.”
I perform a dramatic sweeping gesture toward the hallway. “Then, what other bedroom is for me?”
He grinds his teeth. “We’re not spending our wedding night in separate bedrooms.”
I’m caught off guard, and I stumble back a step when he walks into the room. I glare at him as he turns on the light and shuts the door.
Just like downstairs, the bedroom is outdated, but the linens are new. I run a hand over the white duvet on the cherry-wood sleigh bed.
We’re quiet as we face each other.
It’s our wedding night, in our new bedroom, and neither of us knows what to do.
What do you do with a man you don’t love on your wedding night?
Crack jokes? Play dominoes?
Sleeping in separate rooms is off the table, apparently.
The tension in the air is thick as we stand inches from each other. He focuses his stare on me, as if I’m the only thought in his mind. When he advances a step, I retreat one. We repeat the dance until I’m backed against a tall dresser, and the knobs dig into my back. A heaviness forms in my stomach when Benny crowds me.
“I’m going to ask you this again,” Benny says, his voice callous but calm at the same time—the opposite of what it was when he told me about the home. “Why would someone want to kidnap you?”
I grip the edge of the dresser. “I have no idea.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Neomi.”
“I’m not bullshitting you.”
“Do you not understand the severity of the situation?” He slams his hands on top of the dresser, caging me in, and I jump. “Their failed kidnapping won’t end at our wedding. They’ll keep trying. It could be you next time, one of your sisters, or they could kill someone.” His lips are so close to mine that they’re nearly touching. “This isn’t a game.”
I gulp as the reality of his words sends a chill down my spine. “Why do you care if I’m kidnapped?”
He winces. “I care because you’re my wife.”
I shiver at his response. At the raw truth in his voice and eyes.
He genuinely does care.
Just when I think he’ll pull away, he lowers his hand and toys with a button on my shirt. Well,hisshirt. Desire crashes through me when he turns his hand and shoves it through the opening. Buttons scatter at our feet, but neither of us looks down at them. The shirt falls open, exposing me, and my heart skips a beat when Benny curses.
We don’t speak when he brushes his thumb along the curve of my breast, under my bra. I shut my eyes, my nipples tightening when he cups my breast over my bra.
He lowers his hand, and I whimper when his fingers graze over my panties. Benny’s face is packed with desire and what appears to be contemplation. So many times, he’s made a point to tell me I’d have to beg for his touch, but twice tonight, he’s touched me without so much as a please from me.
It scares him he might want me.
That I could be the one to make him beg … to make him weaker than he thinks he is.
I grip a drawer knob when he cups my mound the same way he did my breast. He groans, shifting so his leg is against mine, and I feel the hardening of his erection through his pants. My body begs me to move against him, to thrust toward him, feeling my core against his cock.
Benny drags his lips over my cheek before pressing kisses along my jaw and neck—each one sending a sharper spark through my body.
Such gentle kisses, coming from a dangerous man.
I tighten my grip on the knob to hold myself up when his lips brush my earlobe. He slowly eases a finger under my panties.
