Her bottom lip is tucked in between her teeth, and she looks away.
I’m beginning to know her so well that I can read her mind. If she ends this night thinking that I’m lying about her being perfect, then I’ve failed.
I remove my fingers from her pulsing pussy and drag my wet fingertips down the inside of her thigh. “Are you trying to argue with me?” I ask.
She says nothing, and I’m quickly reminded of the man who had her before. I’ve never wanted to prove something tosomeone so badly before, but with Reese, I’m having all kinds of firsts.
I don’t like the thought of his voice inside her head, telling her things that aren’t even remotely true.
Nah,fuckthat.
I stand with purpose and grab her by the hips, sliding her to the very edge of the counter. It forces her to gaze up at me, and it almost brings me to my knees. She’s so damn pretty, especially with a fresh glow on her face.
“I can’t let this night end without you understanding what you do to me, Dimples.”
Reese’s eyelashes flutter as I reach behind to unzip her dress. I watch as her back becomes exposed in the mirror and force a tight breath from my lungs. Her dress loosens, and I get a quick glimpse of her soft, full breasts.
She pulls on my strings by just existing.
“There’s a reason why Benedict keeps coming back.” My teeth graze her earlobe before I tug on it. “It’s because you’re the whole package.”
Her wistful breath is music to my ears.
Blood pumps through my veins, my fingers itching to touch her elsewhere.
This wasn’t how I thought the night was going to end.
I told myself to be a decent man and leave her be, but being so close to her all the time is a tease. I know right from wrong, but is it really wrong to indulge in something if it feels thisright?
“His insults are a deflection,” I say.
With one arm, I pick her up and pull on her dress until it falls to my feet in a heaping pile. “He thinks he can get into your head and make you believe that no one else will want you so you’ll end up back with him.”
I want to shove every insult he’s ever said to Reese down his throat.
The nerve he has to treat a woman like that—especially her, the mother of his child.
He deserves every bit of jealousy he feels knowing she’s in my bed each night.
Fake engagement or not, it’s my hands that are on her body. Not his.
Instead of placing her back onto the vanity, I wrap her legs around me and walk us over to the wall near the shower. I press her against it, and she arches her back, pressing those soft, full breasts against my chest.
My thighs ache, and I kiss her without thought.
It’s a deep kiss, one of carnal need. Her sweet whimper echoes inside my mouth as I plunge my tongue inside, desperate for more.
I break our kiss just long enough to say, “I want him out of your head.” There’s an edge in my tone, and for once, I hope she detects it.
She wets her lip. “Me too.”
My fingers dig into the soft skin of her ass.
“Let me erase him.”
It’s not really posed as a question, but I wait anyway.
When she answers with a nod, I’m unstoppable.
