Page 206 of Plunge into Obsession

I cupped his cheek, and he turned his face toward my touch, kissing the inside of my palm.

Fuck.

I was in love with my husband.

“Fuck, but I wish we had more time today.”

I frowned. “Don’t we?”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, baby. But we have guests flying in this afternoon.”

“Guests?”

He nodded. “Guests.”

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GABRIEL

Fuck,but those bastards really knew how to pick a time to show up.

I looked down at my naked wife, her big blue eyes still a little hazy from her orgasm, her hair a mess, and her cheeks flushed.

She looked so goddamn beautiful that my chest hurt just looking at her.

I fucking love you.

I had thought that about a million times since I’d first admitted it to myself, yet I couldn’t seem to force the words out.

I didn’t know how. A part of me was waiting for her to say it first, not to satisfy my own ego but to protect myself.

She was the first and only woman—person—I had ever allowed myself to be vulnerable with.

What the fuck was I supposed to do if she didn’t feel the same way I did?

Fuck.

There was no fucking way.

No fucking way for me to feel this intensely, this desperately… thisobsessivelyover her if she didn’t feel the same way.

Just no fucking way.

I would need to wait until she came to that realization. Until then, all I could do was protect her, cherish her.

Wrap her up in my own personal dark cloak until nothing existed for her but me.

She pushed at my chest.

I was probably getting too heavy for her, but fuck if I could let her put any distance between us.

I flipped us around so I was on the bottom and she lay on top of me.

She pushed up and looked at me. “Guests?” she repeated.

I sighed, moving my hands down until one rested on the small of her back and the other on her ass cheek.

Her blue eyes filled with lust.

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