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“We’ve been married for less than two hours.” I cross my arms. “And not that I need to point this out, but this isn’t a real marriage.”
“Isn’t it?” He smirks up at me.
“No, it’s not. In fact, I’m not really sure why you interrupted my wedding.”
I stare at him, waiting, but he doesn’t speak. No, he just looks at me with that smile that is far too sexy.
“Whatever,” I mutter, grabbing my clothes.
I’m almost to the door that I hope and assume leads to the bathroom when I feel his presence behind me. Every fiber in my body screams at me to run, but I don’t. I turn slowly to face him.
“Really?”
“There are some things I think you and I need to clear up right now. One, this is very much a real marriage.” He prowls closer. “Two, I stopped that sham of a wedding because you deserve better than that piece of shit.”
I retreat until my back presses against the bathroom door.
“Three, you can’t tell me you don’t feel the chemistry between the two of us.”
“I don’t even know you. How on earth would I feel anything for you?”
“No?” He smiles. “That’s not how I remember our first meeting. I remember chemistry. A lot, in fact.”
I laugh. “You’re delusional. That was ten years ago. And we only spoke for a few moments.”
“So you’re saying there was nothing between us, then?”
“That’s what I’m saying.” The lie rolls off my tongue.
“And now?”
“Nothing. Not even a flicker of desire.”
He’s so close that I can smell his minty breath again. Heat pulses between us, and I feel it between my legs.
“Want to know what I think? I think you’re a liar. I think that if I reached between your legs right now, I’d find you drenched.” His head lowers. “As for the desire you claim you didn’t feel back then, let me remind you. It’s a funny story,Dolcezza. I met a woman ten years ago at a hole-in-the-wall hair salon who gave me the best damn shave of my life.” He leans in more. “She also turned me on.”
“Until you found out I was seventeen.”
He snorts. “Yeah. I was hard until I learned that bit of information.”
My cheeks flush at his admission, but it changes nothing. It can’t.
“That doesn’t explain why you married me. Why you brought me here. Why any of this is happening.”
“Does there have to be a reason?”
I nod. “Yeah, because in my experience, people don’t do things out of the kindness of their heart.”
“No, they don’t,” he agrees, as his lips brush against mine.
“What are you doing?”
His lips are still pressed to my mouth, but it’s the rest of his body that has my attention. He’s all muscle, hard and unyielding. It’s the hardness pressing into my stomach that has me gasping. He seizes the moment, deepening the kiss. I press against his chest, but it’s more to steady myself than to get away.
He breaks the kiss, looking down at me. “What am I doing? Why, I’m kissing my wife.”
My entire body feels like it’s on fire.
