Page 14 of Her Irresistible Husband

"Whatever do you mean?" I look at him with feigned hurt, but this only has him responding in such a way that has my eyes widening in genuine astonishment.

Oh my.

I guess I stand corrected, with my gorgeous billionaire of ice having just proven his capacity for occasional inelegance.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm just shocked," I admit.

"About what?"

"That you could do this." I do my best to imitate his snort, and...and...and...oh my goodness.Am I hallucinating or did I truly see his lips twitch for the second time?

"You're a lot more trouble than I expected, Ms. Moreno."

I flutter my eyelashes, saying demurely, "I'll take that as a compli—aah!"

I end up crying out when Wynd suddenly sweeps me up in his arms like I weigh nothing at all. The world tilts, and my hands automatically clutch at his broad shoulders for balance.

"W-Wynd?"

But he keeps walking instead of answering, his arms only tightening when I try to free myself, and being imprisoned like this makes my entire body tingle.

In anticipation, not fear.

I can only gulp as he takes me to his bedroom—all dark wood and masculine elegance—and tosses me straight onto his incredibly massive bed.

This is bad.

So, so bad.

The mattress is ridiculously soft, like being caught by a cloud, and it feels like I'm almost being swallowed alive as my weightsink into expensive linens. I try to get up, scrambling toward the edge on my hands and knees, but of course it's too late.

I'm only just about to rise when he's suddenly on the bed with me, moving with that predatory grace that makes my pulse race and my breath catch.

Uh...oh.

The next thing I know, he has me pinned down under the muscular weight of his body, and every rational thought I've ever had simply...disappears.

He's so much bigger than me.

So much stronger.

And so, so virile.

His chest presses against mine with every breath he takes while powerful, muscular thighs bracket my hips, trapping me completely. His enormous length throbs against the most sensitive part of me through our clothes, and I start feeling more than a little dizzy, more than a little delirious and overwhelmed as he pins my arms over my head, his fingers effortlessly circling both my wrists. The position arches my back, pressing my breasts up against his chest in a way that makes me hyperaware of every place our bodies touch.

The heat of him burns through my inhibitions, fear continuing to evade me as my heart pounds, my body aching in shameless yearning.

"Are we still playing games?"

His cool voice should intimidate me, but all it does is make all my secret places swell in need.

"Y-Yes."

"And you want me to ask you again."

"Y-Yes."

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