Page 76 of Sinful Hearts
He slides his fingers to the front of my throat, tightening his hold, as if wanting to feel my pulse heighten.
Stupidly, I keep pushing him like I’m begging for him to punish me. “You ever heard the phrase,Don’t knock it till you try it?”
Anger radiates off him.
His voice turns menacing. “I’m a territorial man, Liliya. What’s mine staysfucking mine.” He scrapes his fingers along my neck, adding pressure, as if wanting to mark me ashis territory.
I pant out a breath. Heat zips through my stomach, straight between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together to keep from pushing him down and straddling him.
“My wife ismy wife.” His free arm wraps around my waist, and as he shifts, I feel something hard against my ass and sweep my tongue along my lower lip. “If another man even thinks about touching you, there isn’t a single author twisted enough to write the kind of hell I’d unleash on him.”
Holy motherfucking shit.
The husband I hate isn’t supposed to turn me on like this.
“Caramel macchiato is ready, Liliya!”
Emilio slowly releases me, like he knows I need a second to remember how my legs work.
As bad as I want to glance down at his pants, to see if I felt what I thought I felt, I resist.
I rush toward the counter, my heartbeat thundering.
My hands tremble as I grab my drink, my fingers clinging to it like it’s hard to hold.
Emilio emerges from behind a bookshelf, all cool and composed, like he didn’t have me pinned against him and panting only seconds ago. He walks with confidence and no shame.
I lift the cup to my lips but quickly pull it away.
There’s no way I can drink a hot drink right now.
I need something to cool me off, pronto.
“I’m so sorry, Delaney,” I rasp, struggling to get the words out. “Can I swap this for an iced macchiato?”
“Of course,” she says brightly. Her gaze keeps darting between Emilio and me, full of curiosity.
Emilio walks to the counter to pay for my new drink without a word.
Again, he leaves her a good tip.
I retreat a few steps and relax against a wall to ease my pulse before I have a heart attack.
Emilio grabs his coffee, strolls toward me, and settles in a bright pink armchair.
“Go shop,” he says, taking a sip of his coffee.
I nod, unable to meet his eyes, and scramble toward the shelves. I grab every book that’s been on my TBR list.
My arms are overflowing, and I’ve already dropped a few books as I make my way to the counter.
“Can I start a pile?” I ask Delaney.
“Pile away.” She grins and slides my iced macchiato toward me.
I take a quick drink and hand my cup to Emilio. He raises a brow, and without a word, I return to my shopping.
I don’t stop until I’ve cleared nearly half the shelves.
