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Because the compliment still feels foreign to her. Despite all the work I put in over the years that we were together, love and adoration are still strangers in her mind. It always killed me that I was never able to change that.
I groan pitifully as she strokes her hands over my chest and shoulders. Then, she leans close and captures my mouth with her soft lips once more.
My doubts try to creep in. I’ll admit it—I’m scared. Because I know it wouldn’t take much for me to fall rabidly in love with this woman all over again. Maybe I already am.
“I don’t know if we should do this again. I don’t know if it’s a good idea,” I mutter into her mouth, at war with myself.
This isn’t just sex for me. Not with the way I still feel about my ex-wife. This woman could break me, once and for all.And I’m not even sure she knows it.
She runs her lips over my jaw, making me shudder. “Please, Davis.” Her warm hands slip up under my T-shirt and she strokes my chest again, causing goosebumps to break out all over me. “We’ve spent the past two days pretending to be a happily married couple, so why stop now?” Her lips touch my ear. “Fuck me. Fuck me like I’m still your wife. Pretend that you still love me.”
That’s the thing. I don’t have to pretend.
I gently push her down onto the bed. I drop to my knees in front of her and run my hands up the insides of her smooth thighs. “Fuck it. Open your legs for me, Princess.”
18
ALANA
Davis peels off my T-shirt then covers my skin with soft, nibbling kisses. His beard leaves a trail of tingles with every sweep of his lips. From my collarbone to my sternum to the hollow of my abdomen. Until I’m a livewire, electric all over, all over.
I’m fully naked in a heartbeat and so is he. My nipples tingle when his warm breath gusts over them. “God—you’re intoxicating,” he whispers in this faraway voice I’m probably not meant to hear.
His strong hands grip my thighs and chills skitter across my body as he takes one nipple between his lips and then the other.
Maybe it’s the territorial growl in his voice. Or the ravenous glint on his handsome features. Or the warm, erratic breaths flittering from his lips to sweep over my skin.
All I know is this man is about to ruin me. And he’s clearly going to enjoy every second of it.
“Davis, please…” I say quietly, my desperation mounting quickly.
He kisses one kneecap then his lips work an unhurried path up my inner thigh. His big hands drag over my curves as I lie here, trembling with anticipation. The man wordlessly reminds me of erogenous zones I’d forgotten about since the last time he explored me this way.
“I…I need you…” I pant, feeling my panties growing so wet. “Davis…” I rake my fingers through his hair, lightly grating his scalp with my nails. Growing impatient, I tug softly on his roots.
He responds with a sharp smack on the inside of my thigh. A tingling sensation bolts straight to my throbbing core.
“Hey!” I chide, pretending to be offended. But Davis knows me well enough—I like that shit and I’ve never been able to hide it.
He flashes a filthy smirk as his eyes sweep down my body. His gray irises are nothing but a glimmer in the orange light of the fireplace. “I know you’re not trying to rush me after I waited four years for this.” His lips sweep over the place that he just slapped. “I’m not going to let you rush me after I’ve been deprived of my favorite thing for so damn long.”
And I’m the one who’s deprived him. So now, he’s going to punish me.
I prop myself up on my elbows, staring down at him positioned between my thighs. His eyes latch onto mine and he flashes that dirty smirk, confirming my suspicions.
He kisses a slow circle around my belly button before dipping the tip of his tongue into the small crevice. My respirations come faster and harder. I throw my head back and try not to moan. This man is torturing me.
He draws a fingertip along the trim of my underwear then slowly hooks the fabric with his knuckle, pulling it away from my body. I watch the slick rope of arousal linking my soaked pussy to the soaked cotton of my soaked panties.
Goddamn.
His handsome face disappears and all I can feel is the warmth of his breath at my core as he inhales me. “You smell so fucking good,” he groans then presses a maddening series of soft kisses to the crease where my thigh meets my pelvis.
My hips rotate involuntarily on the flimsy mattress, my pelvis arches forward. I’m searching desperately for the friction he’s denying me. But even through my heady lust, I hear his words replaying in my brain.I waited four years for this.
“I didn’t know you were waiting…” The whispered confession tears from my lips.
“What…?” For a split second, the drunken lust is gone and Davis looks perfectly sober as he listens for my response.
