Page 15 of Her Irresistible Husband

"So be it."

His dangerously soft tone makes my heart feel like it's racing and breaking at the same time. The weight of his body pressing me into the mattress, the way his breath fans across my face, the intensity in those ice-blue eyes—it's almost too much to bear.

"If we get married...can you promise not to fall in love with me?"

I look into his eyes and see nothing but unyielding coldness, his soul hidden behind walls built so high they seem impossible to scale.

Doesn't matter.

"If we get married," I hear myself echo his words in a whisper.

He's fighting a losing battle.

"I can only promise—"

Since God is on our side, not his.

"—to do my bestnot to fall in love with you."

Chapter Six

DID SHE JUST SAY SHEwoulddo her bestnot to fall in love with him?

Wynd had every intention of questioning this deliberate evasion.

Of demanding her unequivocal surrender to his terms.

But when she suddenly raised her head from the charcoal-gray pillows to start nibbling on his lips—

What the—

Wynd glowered down at her even as he fought to maintain his control. "Are you trying to distract me?"

His growl only caused her eyes to sparkle with mischief, and he could only grit his teeth against the urge to start doing a little nibbling himself.

"Is it working?"

The answer to that should be no.

Absolutely, categorically no.

But if he were to say that, he would be lying—

Her lips started to curve. "I guess it is—mmph."

Wynd shut her up with a kiss, claiming her mouth with a fierce possession that should have intimidated her. Instead, her body shook with delighted laughter beneath him, the sound vibrating against his chest even as her breasts started to swell, theirpouting peaks scraping delectably against the fine cotton of his shirt.

The contrast was maddening, her innocent joy mixed with the unmistakable evidence of her arousal.

It was temptation at its finest. Innocence at its most seductive. And it was devastatingly effective in destroying what remained of his legendary control.

Damn her.

What was once his sanctuary now seemed like a cage that forced him to abandon his every rule in life. Passion had taken over all his senses, and the very air around them was thick with desire, crackling in intensity as he felt more of her softness molding against the rigid set of his body.

Star's moan was like a siren's call to his already burning flesh as his mouth moved down to the elegant column of her neck, sucking the tender skin until it bloomed with his mark.

The taste of her—sweet and warm and utterly addictive—flooded his senses, and this early on, Wynd already knew he would be possessive toward her like he had never been possessive toward any other woman in his life.

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