Page 60 of Inconvenient Marriage
She flinches at my confession. And I know that I was right. She was jealous, and while I won’t deny that she has reason to be lord knows that I imagine killing her nameless ex a thousand times in my fantasies she has nothing to be jealous aboutnow.
I catch her chin gently. “Look at me, love.”
When she doesn’t lift her eyes, I tilt her face up until her gaze meets mine.
“You think I evensawher out there?” I murmur. “Fuck, no. I only saw you, love. My wife.” I wait for a heartbeat to really send home the message. “My jealous, furious wife who nearly scalped another woman because she touched me without permission.”
Her throat works, already flushing. “I?—”
She flushes and I focus on the blood on her cheek. I ghost two of my fingers over it. “You’re bleeding.”
“It’s nothing,” she mutters. And then, with enough venom that she has my cock twitching, she adds, “I should get a rabies shot after that.”
Maybe. Or maybe I show her just how desperate a man her husband is.
“Come here. Let me clean you.”
Annaliese inches closer to the vanity. I move with her before cupping the back of her neck, drawing her up on her tiptoes. Then, without giving her the chance to protect what I’m about to do, I lean in andlickthe streak of blood from her cheek.
She shoves me away, clapping her hand on her cheek. “Oh my God, Sebastien… what the hell? That’s sounsanitary.”
“What’s wrong? I’m your husband, love. Part of that is wanting to get as much of you inside of me as I can.”
And the reverse, too. Hint, hint, wifey.
Pity she doesn’t take the hint.
Ah, well. No one said that I didn’t ever go for what I wanted. In fact, half of the trouble I got into growing up was because I had no impulse control. I got better once I hit my mid-twenties, but the echoes of that Bas Reynolds rears his mischievous head as I lick my lips, then laugh under my breath.
“Besides,” I grate out, ghosting my lips along the edge of her jaw, “it’s cute that you think that that’s the only place my tongue is going tonight…”
She gasps the second she understands what I mean. But you know what? She doesn’t try to push me away again, and that’s all the permission I need to do this.
I grab her by the waist, hoisting her up like she weighs nothing. I pause only long enough to throw her skirts up before setting her on the bathroom counter. The sink rattles, but holds. Her knees fall apart around my hips in sheer reflex.
“S-Sebastien?—”
I flash her a grin, wicked and sinful and full of promise. She gasps again and, taking that as my cue, I drop to my knees.
Her fingers immediately dive into my hair, gripping hard. That makes it a little harder for me to work her panties off of her, though the way she lifts her hips just enough to help me… yeah. She wants this.
She wantsme.
From the moment I got her on my lap in the Last Prayer, I was dying to find out just what Annaliese tastes like. I thought it would take longer before I had the chance, but now that it’s here… I’m fuckingsalivating.
Go slow, Bas. Be smooth. Despite how boldly she approached me at that other bar, it’s obvious that Annaliese is not as experienced as me. I’d put money down that the fucker sure as hell didn’t worship her the way that she deserves.
The way thatI’m going to worship her…
“You fought for me,” I growl, kissing the inside of her thigh. “Youbledfor me. You think I’m letting you walk out of this room without reminding you who you belong to?”
“Sebastien, wait?—”
But she’s already pulling me closer, tugging my hair, her breath breaking before I even touch her.
And when I finally put my mouth on her…
“Sebastien!”
