Page 37 of An Inconvenient Marriage
I pulled away but didn’t miss the eruption of goose bumps all over her skin. Sweeping my gaze from bump to bump, I couldn’t keep my smile from spreading. She might not have acted on it, but there was no denying I affected her.
That thought filled me with way more satisfaction than I was ready to admit. Maybe that was why I leaned in again. “My brother needs to believe we’re so hot for each other that you’d let me lift your pretty little dress and fuck you right where you stand.”
Her stuttering intake of breath only fueled the fire raging within me. And since I was on such a roll, I couldn’t bring myself to stop. “That you’re aching for me to sink my fingers into your tight—”
“I get it.”
Her blurted words came out low and breathy.
Flicking my tongue out, I slicked it over the shell of her ear in the briefest of touches. “Do you want me to stop talking?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?” That’s what came out of my mouth. But what I really wanted to know was:Do my words turn you on so much you have to squeeze your thighs together?
As if reading my thoughts, Natalie whispered a stuttering, “Yes.”
I was about two seconds away from finding out for myself when I realized her yes was for me to stop talking.
Puta madre. I had to start thinking with the head on my shoulders and not the throbbing one inside my pants. If I didn’t, I might end up doing something I’d regret.
Shoving all thoughts of Natalie and her soaked underwear aside, I switched my attention to making it through this damn night.
“Now that we’re on the same page,” I gritted out, “can we please meet up with my brother?”
She didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at me. Just nodded once.
Well, if that was how she wanted to play it, fucking fine by me.
Grasping her hand again, I pressed the button to open the elevator—it must have slid shut while I was fantasizing about finger-fucking my wife—and stepped out into the lobby.
We made it all of three steps when Natalie pulled me to a stop.
Irritated and frustrated out of my mind, I spun around. “What now?”
“I don’t think I can do this.”
Was she being damn serious? I didn’t need this. If Javier even suspected there was something amiss, he would do whatever it took to not only get to the truth but also stop me from getting my revenge.
Gritting my teeth, I did my best to keep the curses from rolling off my tongue. “What is it you think you can’t do?”
“The things you said…” She nibbled on her lip. “I can’t pretend.”
I ground my back molars to the point of pain. “Then imagine I’m one of the many men you’ve had in your bed.”
A pained expression marred her features. “I can’t—”
“Zacharias!”
It was my turn to stiffen. Stepping in front of Natalie, I slipped my arm around her waist and lowered my mouth to her ear. “That would be my brother. It’s showtime, whether you like it or not.”
I drew back far enough to see her blue eyes trained on me.
“I’ll try.”
“Do better than try.” Moving to stand beside her again, I took her hand and jerked my head in the direction of the man walking toward us. And although all I saw was my younger brother, the rest of the people saw a singing sensation everyone wanted a piece of.
I didn’t deny him the fame. He’d earned it. Deserved it. And it suited him perfectly.
