Page 143 of Faking the Pass
She’d been protecting herself, waiting for the other shoe to fall without warning, the way it had back in high school.
It was wild that she’d believed all this time I hadn’t wanted her. Of course my immature ghosting hadn’t done anything to contradict that assumption.
Once again, regret rolled through me, followed by determination to show her just how much she was wanted—and loved.
I hadn’t said it last night because I didn’t want her to think I was just saying it so she’d sleep with me again, but today...
Her eyelids fluttered a minute before opening. When they did, she looked around the room for a few seconds, obviously trying to get her bearings, and then her gaze found me.
She burst into a brilliant smile. “Good morning,”
“Good morning,” I murmured and leaned forward to kiss her.
Rosie rolled toward the other side of the bed and out of it, speed-walking toward the bathroom.
“Morning breath,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”
I’d been awake for a while, watching her sleep, and had already brushed. After a few minutes, Rosie emerged from the bathroom, smiling.
She returned to the bed, sliding up against me and resting her head on my chest with one leg slung over my left thigh.
It was a perfect fit in a whole different way. I would literally never get tired of this.
Kissing the top of her head, I stroked her upper arm and slid my hand to her hip, the skin silky and warm.
“Did you have a good sleep?” I asked, my breath sinking into her hair.
She shivered and made a satisfied little humming noise. “Yes… when youletme sleep.”
She giggled, and an unrepentant laugh rumbled in my chest. “Same. Are you rested enough to… are you too sore?”
Rosie tilted her head up so I could see her big brown eyes. “I am a little. But I’m sure you’ve played sore plenty of times.”
I chuckled. “True. I don’t want to hurt you, though.”
She smiled and traced a fingernail around my navel. “So considerate. Speaking of that… I was thinking about our contract.”
My muscles stiffened a bit. “Yeah?”
“I was thinking we should amend it when we get home,” she said. “We could add in that we’ll keep having sex until the hearing is over and the marriage ends.”
There was an abrupt sinking sensation in my chest, and my eyes closed. Maybe I hadn’t been so victorious last night after all.
Maybe it had only been about sex for her. I wasn’t going to give up that easily though.
“WellI’mthinking that when we get home, I’m going to take that fucking contract and barbeque it on the grill,” I said. “No piece of paper is going to keep me from sleeping with my wife.”
For a moment, Rosie was still. And then she surged upward and kissed me, sliding her leg to the other side of my hips so that she straddled me.
It was all the opening I needed. I picked up that ball and ran with it for all I was worth.
Fuckwas I in love with this woman.
If itwasonly about the sex for Rosie, I’d take it for now and make it the most unforgettable sex of her life.
I still had until the end of the court hearing to work on the rest.
I arranged for a late checkout, and a driver came to pick us up that afternoon.
