Page 6 of Her Irresistible Husband

My.

"That's how I knew, Ms. Moreno."

Goodness.

He leans back in his chair, but his gaze never leaves mine. Those ice-blue eyes seem to see straight through me, past every defense I've ever built. "Any other questions before I start kissing you?"

Chapter Two

"I'M INFERTILE," STARsuddenly blurted out, and it almost had him smiling.

"I know."

Did she really think he wouldn't, considering the resources at his disposal?

"Y-You do?"

"Yes."

"But—"

"So am I."

Her eyes widened.

"We can exchange health records later if you wish."

She hastily shook her head. "It's fine. I d-don't—"

"Good."

With that taken care of, it was time to keep his promise.

Ah.

Wynd had kissed countless women in his life.

He had fucked even more.

But nothing—absolutely nothing—had prepared him for the way Star responded to the feel of his mouth on hers.

She gasped against his lips like she was drowning, her small hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt as if she needed something to anchor herself to reality. There was no calculation in her response. No exaggerated sound or movement designed to inflate his ego.

Everything she did was entirely natural.Pure.And it was intoxicating in a way that made him forget every rule he'd ever lived by.

When he'd pulled her to her feet and backed her against the mahogany table, she'd let him without protest. When he'd lifted her onto the polished surface, her legs dangling over the edge, she'd looked at him with such trust that something twisted painfully in his chest.

He'd positioned himself between her thighs, his hands gripping her waist through the thin cotton of that ridiculous yellow dress, and that's when she'd said it.

"This is all a first for me," she whispered unsteadily, her brown eyes wide and dazed. "I've never... no one has ever..."

The words had Wynd sucking his breath in, his big, hard body nearly shuddering at the sheer impossibility of what she was saying.

How could someone as irresistible as Star still be completely and utterly untouched?

The knowledge obliterated the last threads of Wynd's control, his blood stirring at the realization that he would be the first to touch her, to taste her, to make her come undone.

"Look at me," he commanded roughly, and when those trusting brown eyes met his, he knew he was lost.

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