Page 101 of An Inevitable Marriage
It didn’t mean anything.
I kept telling myself that as I slowly pushed out of my chair. The words still circled my brain when I rounded my desk. Even when I walked across the room.
But the instant my gaze landed on my beautiful wife; I realized how wrong I’d been.
It meant something.
It was there in the way her eyes lit up. In the soft upward curve of her lips.
My throat thickened ominously. It took a few hard swallows before I could finally take a proper breath.
“You look stunning,” I told her as I closed the door behind her. And shit, she really did. I didn’t mind the colorful pantsuits she usually favored. She was gorgeous in them. But this dress thing that wrapped around her curves and tied just below her breasts was something else.
“Thank you.” She smoothed a hand over her hips then held up a bag with the other. “When Natalie and I left this adorable shop, I spotted that Korean place you like.” She nibbled her lip. “Figured I’d bring you food for a change.”
She was referring to the times I’d brought takeout home or we’d ordered in. Which happened to be every night over the past nine days. I left work earlier just to have dinner with her. Besides all my other addictions, introducing new cuisines to Snow quickly became one of my favorite things, especially since she couldn’t hide her thoughts.
I fucking loved watching her face light up in delight when something delicious hit her tongue. And I always laughed at her expression when she bit into something she didn’t like.
Fuck, this woman.
She must’ve misinterpreted my stunned silence. Her eyes darted to the stack of files on my desk then gingerly lifted to mine again. “If you’re busy, I can—”
I didn’t give her time to finish. Pushing my fingers into her hair, I covered her mouth with mine. The kiss was slow and sweet, the complete opposite of how I craved to devour her. But I knew once I’d ventured down that path, I wouldn’t stop until I had her spread out on my desk, crying out my name.
It was a bit ridiculous how easily I’d turned into a hormonal teenager who’d just hit puberty. For years, sex had never bothered me. But from the moment Snow had waltzed into my life with her big green eyes and generous heart, all I could think—fantasize—about was sinking into the warmth of her body.
Proven when a small swipe of her tongue over mine sent my body into fucking overdrive. I was hard before I could even count to three. I was probably hard from the moment I’d looked at her.
Still, I tried to keep the kiss tender. My door wasn’t locked, and the thought of someone walking in and finding her in a compromising position didn’t sit well with me.
Snow, though, she had other plans. The bag she’d carried hit the carpet with a dull thud. Her hands curled into my shirt as she tried to get closer.
The thought she wasthateager was fucking intoxicating.
The little bit of restraint I’d had finally snapped. Fingers digging into her scalp, I smoothed my free hand down her spine and over the delicious curve of her ass. Instead of gripping a handful of her flesh, I twisted my fingers in the material of her dress.
Pulling and pulling until I could dip my hand beneath the fabric and press my palm against her skin. The tips of my fingers brushed over her underwear, and I groaned. Lace. She was wearing fucking lace.
My mind ran rampant.
Was it black? Maybe red? Or was it white and see-through?
Fuck.
Fueled by need and desperation, I spun us and walked back around my desk. Somehow, the worry of unlocked doors had vanished from my brain. The only thing that mattered was my all-consuming need for my wife.
Reluctantly breaking our kiss, I drew back far enough to stare into her eyes. Lids hooded, irises bright with desire, she stared back at me as if in a daze.
I knew that feeling so well. I felt it every damn time she was close to me.
“Why aren’t we kissing anymore?” She licked her lips.
And I almost gave in. But as eager as I was to suck on her tongue, there was something I wanted a little more.
Trailing my fingers over her collarbone, I smiled at the sight of goosebumps pebbling her skin. She always got them whenever I touched her. I fucking loved it.
“Will you do something for me?”
