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My head felt better and we both knew it, but neither of us moved. I looked up, my gaze snapping to his, the depths turning dark with the promise of a storm. And then my lips tightened around his thumb, holding it with the flat of my tongue and wishing it was another part of him.And he wished for it, too.
I felt the shudder that racked his big frame, his restraint quaking, and I couldn’t stop myself from licking along the side of his finger.
“Kenzie,” he growled low, lust bringing sparks to his gaze.
One night to get it out of our system wasn’t enough. The moral and ethical boundaries we’d retreated behind had worked for a while—or at least, we pretended like they did—but now, those were gone, too. We were married.
Husband.
Wife.
And it was our wedding night.
His jaw muscle flexed as he pulled his finger free even as I applied some suction to it. It popped from my lips, and he took a half step back. The heat of his intense stare raked over me, making my already pebbled nipples strain and sending another rush of wetness between my thighs.
“What happens now, Zeke?”
His chest moved in uneven breaths, and he reached up and ran a rough hand through his hair. “I draft the custody request, and we forward it to Stan’s lawyer and the judge when it’s time—”
“I mean with us,” I said, my voice husky. I knew what the plan was for Jake. I’d asked a million and one questions over the last two days to know every step of the legal process of getting back custody of my son.
His eyes flashed. “We play husband and wife for a few weeks so that it seems legitimate.”
I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to do more than kiss him, but instead, I settled for standing and placing my hand on his chest, the diamond ring glinting in the kitchen light.
“We are husband and wife, Zeke,” I murmured, my eyelids fluttering, a haze of warmth seeping over my skin.And that meant what we’d been trying to fight for weeks on end was no longer forbidden.
“Kenzie…”Something sparked in his eyes—the kind of thing that made parts of my body start to heat. His palm covered mine, his fingers tightening like he had everything he wanted… and then he let it go. “It’s not a good idea.”
“You’re not taking advantage of me,” I promised him, my voice husky with want.
I knew what it was like to be pressured to be with someone. To feel forced and obligated to be in an emotional and physical relationship that was destroying me. Iknewwhat it was like to be controlled by a man… and indulging in wild, incredible sex with Zeke—my temporary husband—wasnotthat.
“We both wanted this long before now…”
Electricity crackled between us. If I thought the tension was bad after we’d slept together, it was nothing compared to the ache that opened up when he pressed a chaste kiss to my lips earlier after we’d exchanged our vows.
“It’ll be easier if we don’t blur the lines,” he rumbled low even as his mouth drifted closer.
“We’re married… there is no line anymore,” I said softly, my breath rushing out and colliding with his deep groan a second before his mouth covered mine.
He tasted sweet, like chivalry and ice cream, but also like something more decadent and erotic.My husband.Our wedding ceremony was as transactional as it could get, but even the chaste kiss he’d placed on my lips at the end of it couldn’t hide the wildfire of lust he tried to contain. And now, that blaze roamed free.
The counter dug into my back, but I didn’t care. I held onto his face like his mouth was my only source of oxygen. Our tongues lashed together. Searching. Seeking.My husband.In some ways, this kiss was more essential and more intimate than anything else I’d ever experienced.
I pushed myself closer to him. Needing more.Needing him.The ridge of his erection dug into my stomach, and I whimpered, aching to have him inside me again.
He filled his hands with the fabric of my dress, the hem rising higher and higher on my legs. I gasped when his knee wedged between my thighs, putting pressure right where I wanted it.
“Zeke,” I moaned, my hips grinding my pussy on his thigh.
“Tell me, angel,” he cooed, gripping my hips and moving them faster.
I moaned, the friction of the fabric on my aching clit was insane. My body clenched for more—for him, but I couldn’t stop moving. “I need you,” I begged.
“You’ll get my cock once you’ve soaked through my pants,” he ground out, biting along my jaw until he reached my ear. “I want you fucking dripping for me, angel.”
My head tipped back and my jaw went slack. The man was a dirty-mouthed saint, and it was moments like this that made it easy to forget that he and I wouldn’t exist in the future.
