Page 99 of Accidental Husband
But if he does…
I can't stomach that.
"Jules." His fingers skim my chin. "You okay?"
"Yeah." I press my lips together. I can be okay. I just need to stop thinking about this. I need to stop drinking. Or drink more. One of the two.
"What are you thinking?"
"I want you to touch me."But I'm terrified you'll feel my scars. That you'll run away like you did that day in eleventh grade. That you'll hate me for breaking our promise.
"You're tense 'cause you want me to touch you?"
"We're a thousand feet in the air, surrounded by a dozen employees, with a fifteen minute clock."
His chuckle is low and hearty. "That's not a turn on?"
"It is. It's just also…"
"We don't have to do this here."
"But…"
"We can go back to the limo."
It's darker in the limo. But there are also mirrors everywhere. And Griff likes to watch. Which is incredibly hot. Fuck, the thought of watching his cock drive into me again and again—
My sex clenches.
"Jules?" He drags his fingertips down my neck. "You want to stay here or you want to go?"
Both. Neither. Everything. I want to be normal. For one night. I want to forget Jackson and the years of avoiding sex and the general disrepair of my life.
"Need to do this now if we're going to do it." His fingers skim my collarbone. "Or we can leave. Do it somewhere else."
No, that isn't normal. I mean, it's not exactly normal getting off at a Las Vegas attraction. But it's certainly not normal avoiding sex because of cutting scars. "I can't wait."
He presses his lips into my neck. "You sure?"
"Yes." I want this. Really badly. I just have to… I have to guide his hands. Which is hot anyway. And I… Maybe he won't notice. He didn't notice before.
"Then take off your panties." His voice drops to something low and demanding.
My knees knock together. He's so fucking sexy like this. He makes it easy to forget.
That's what I want.
One night of freedom.
One night without all the shit weighing me down.
Is that really too much to ask?
I arch my back, pushing my ass into his crotch.
He lets out a low, deep groan.
I reach under my dress. Push my panties to my thighs. They stick on my legs, binding them. Which is really fucking hot.
