Page 15 of The Rejected Wife

She laughs a little, but her eyes gleam suspiciously.

"You going to cry, baby?" The endearment slips out, and it sounds so natural. Itfeelsso natural. So perfect.

Like I’ve been spending my entire life up to now waiting to call her that. Like every challenge in my life was so I could overcome it and get to her. All the times my life was spared when I went on a mission for my country were so I could bring her here to my place, under my roof, and do everything in my power to make her feel special. For she’s mine.Mine. Only MINE.

She shakes her head, then brings the glass to her lips and takes a sip. Her eyes widen. She licks her pink lips, and it sends a flurry of heat racing down my spine to my already stiffening dick. I ignore it and focus on the pleasure that ripples across her features. "Wow, that is…incredible."

"It is, huh?" Seeing her relish the taste of the champagne I’ve poured for her is the most amazing feeling in the world. "I’ve been saving this for a special occasion."

"Oh?" She tilts her head. "Is that what this is?"

"Isn’t it?" I take another sip. Her gaze is drawn to my mouth. When I lick my lips, the pulse at the base of her throat speeds up.

“You’re starting to sound like such a player.” She gives me the side-eye. “Makes me wonder what game you’re up to.”

“No game.” Then, because I know exactly how it’s going to impact her, I lick the drops on my lips.

She draws in a sharp breath.

“Now,thatwas me playing.” I scan her face, memorizing every line. “But I have a feeling you’re enjoying it, too…"

Her face flames. Damn, she’s so cute when she’s embarrassed.

"You, Tyler Davenport, are trying to seduce me."

“Am I succeeding?"

She tips up her chin. "Thought you said you didn’t want to sleep with me?"

I shake my head. "I said, I want to get to know you better first."

"Hmm…" She pouts. "You think you know me enough now?"

Not nearly, but taking in the moue her lips make, my cock signals it can’t be avoided any longer. I toss back my champagne, then urge her flute up to her lips. "Drink up, baby."

She takes another sip, and another. "Can I save the rest for later?"

Without removing my gaze from hers, I take her flute, then pivot and walk to the bar. I place both of our glasses on it. When I turn, it’s to find she’s still standing by the window.

I quirk my finger at her. "Come 'ere."

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Priscilla

That thick, gooey feel of his voice pours over me like liquid chocolate over sticky caramel. My throat closes. My thighs tremble. My nipples turn into pebbles of longing. And all because he asked me to come to him in a tone that makes it clear what he has in mind is getting to know me better—in the carnal sense. I put one foot in front of the other, and when I’m arm’s length from him, I stop.

He drags his gaze from the top of my head down to my chest, my navel, the triangle between my legs, my thighs, my toes. He may as well as be touching me; that’s how potent it is. A shiver runs up my spine. Goosebumps pepper my skin. He brings his gaze back to my face, then tilts his head. "You’re beautiful."

The compliment slides like honey through my bloodstream. It warms me and arouses me at the same time. "Thank you," I murmur.

He holds out his hand, and when I place mine in his, he tugs.

"Oh!" I wasn’t expecting that at all. I tip toward him, and he catches me around the waist. He hauls me so close, I’m plastered to him, chest to thigh. Then, he looks deeply into my eyes with those contrasting irises of his, and instantly, it’s as if I’ve been sucked into a vortex. I place my palms on his chest, and even through the fabric of his shirt, the heat of his skin feels like being exposed to the blazing sun. And the strength coiled in those pecs…Mercury must be in alignment today, for it feels like I’m touching a wall forged from granite.

A shudder grips him. I blink. Was that my touch that affected him? I slide my hands down his ridged abs until my fingers brush the waistband of his pants. I flick open the top button and reach for his zipper, but he locks his fingers around my wrist and stops me. Still unable to look away from his piercing gaze, I try to tug on my hand, but he doesn’t release his hold.

"I want to," I whisper.

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