Page 117 of Be My Wife


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Elizabeth claws at my shirt, yanking it off with far less patience. Before the fabric flutters to the ground, she plants her hands on me again. Scrubs her palm over my abs. Over my shoulders.

I tremble beneath her touch.

The love in my heart responds to her desire, even if it’s just physical.

Even if that’s all she’s offering.

I lean away, just long enough to pull her shirt off in one smooth motion.

My breath catches in my throat as I watch her body.

Her underwear is simple.

Black.

Plain cotton.

Nothing fancy.

Yet it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

She watches me with wide, innocent eyes as I wrap one hand around her leg and press the other to the small of her back. But those eyes soon fall closed as I press hot kisses to her chest.

And then she’s squirming.

Moaning.

I slip my mouth off her chest.

Down her stomach.

To her navel.

She shivers when I press my lips against her inner thigh.

My name rattles past her lips like a forbidden cry.

Damn.

I need that.

More of that.

I turn to her other thigh.

Give it the same attention.

Elizabeth is unraveling beneath me.

Calling my name.

Hoarsely.

Desperately.

I’m a wicked man.

I won’t give her what she wants so easily.

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