Page 36 of His Forgotten Wife
Instant tension suffused every muscular inch of his body. Shoulders straight, his flat abdomen rippled with his angry breaths. “Let me get this straight. You are agreeable to having sex with me, posing as my fake fiancée, and at the end of all of this, you still plan to walk away but want to remain friends?”
“Something like that.”
He shook his head, dislodging a thick wet strand onto his forehead.
Dolly’s fingers tingled as she imagined pushing that lock back.
Why was she just imagining it? Through some twist of fate, the man she had pined after for years wanted her and she was in his bedroom. She was allowed to touch him.
He was hers, even if only for the next couple of weeks. He was hers without any doubt tonight. Covering the distance between them, Dolly stepped up to him and pushed that stubborn lock of hair back.
He caught her wrist, stopping her from coming any closer. “Why not come back to work for me, then?”
“Because unlike you, I won’t be able to separate the personal and the professional. Not after tonight. It’s messy and will disrupt my work.”
“Because you will have feelings for me after having sex with me?” he said, watching her with an unerring intensity. God, the man had lashes she would die for.
A knot of tears and an unbearable ache sat in her throat.Too late, her heart whispered. “Possibly,” she said, forcing a laugh.
“But you’re very sure that I won’t?”
She clasped his cheek, the stubble rasping against her palm. “You like people to stay in very specific, separate boxes, Ares. You need your world to function in a particular way. We have complicated this too much anyway.” Her thumb moved over the jut of his cheekbone. “You will find all this tedious soon.”
He nodded, as if she was imparting a very important lesson. “So after these few weeks of having sex with me and pretending to be my fiancée and shedding tears over how much pain I was in, you will leave me like you left the company. And go back to the search for the perfect man to fall in love with?” He pressed his cheek deeper into her palm and rubbed, even as his words aimed to cut. “Clearly, you operate in the same way I do, Dahlia.”
Dolly flushed. “What are you saying?”
“I think if you leave, you and I are done. It is as simple as that.”
“You’re kidding?”
“Not at all.”
Widening his thighs, he pulled her close. The swipe of his straining cock against her inner thigh made her gasp. As if pulled by a string, her gaze dipped to his crotch. The thick outline of his erection made hot pulses run up and down her entire body. She licked her lip and a rumbling sound came from his mouth.
“See, this is getting messy already,” she said hoarsely. “I’m here, desperate to kiss you and touch you and…you’re making this about how you want this to play out.”
“Are you? Desperate for me?”
Leaning forward, she buried her face in his throat and breathed in deep. It might be her safe place in the entire world after all. “I can’t sleep for wanting you. The whole world, all these experiences that you have laid at my feet, everything feels colorless when I imagine touching you.”
His mouth found hers in a violent frenzy. She gasped as he devoured her, as if she were his last meal.
There was no soft claiming or learning or exploring, like their kisses of the last week. No waiting for her to feel comfortable or familiar with his particular brand of need.
This was a pure devouring hunger, spreading to every limb, shaking her from within. His hands were everywhere—in her hair, stroking over her shoulders and back, cupping her hips, grabbing her ass and pulling her fully into him. The press of his cock against her heated center made her throw her head back and moan like a wanton creature.
Ares dragged his teeth down her throat, leaving a trail of scorching heat behind. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
Dolly had no idea how she got her limbs to follow his command, but the next thing she knew, his erection rubbed against her core with the exact amount of pressure she needed. She sank her fingers into this thick, damp hair, eager to touchhim everywhere. She wasn’t going to leave an inch of him unexplored tonight, she promised herself. She would glut herself on him so much that he would remember tonight forever too.
The bright recessed lights in the ceiling made her blink as her back hit the cool sheets. Even the silky glide of her robe against her fevered flesh was too much sensation.
His torso looming over her, Ares looked down at her, taking in her shaking form with a fascinated gaze. The sensuous thrust of his lower lip made her want to bite him. Hard. “I wondered how you would look with all that efficiency and composure stripped from you,” he whispered, pushing away damp tendrils of hair from her forehead.
“I thought my efficiency and composure were what made me such a model assistant,” she croaked out.
“Not in every context.” One long finger rubbed at her lower lip and then drew down her neck and chest, stopping at the V-neck of her pajama top.
