Page 12 of Claimed By my Fake Husband

"Just that I have a feeling,sweetheart..."

Calling her that lights up every dark part of me I've kept buried for years.

I'd forgotten how good it feels to dominate. Tess is reminding me fast.

"...that you'd love to do it for me. Wouldn't you?"

My hand slides to the back of her neck, hauling her against me—right where she should be.

"You'd love to be my good girl."

I didn't think her eyes could go wider. Her skin burn brighter. But they do.

Best of all, she whimpers—soft and desperate, bleeding out of her.

This is a bad idea. We both know it. I should leave. She should leave. Neither of us moves, flat against each other in the closet doorway.

Her eyelids flutter. A shaky breath rattles through her chest. I'm right on the edge, telling myself I can still stop this.

Then she looks at my mouth, and it's over.

I crash my lips down on hers.

Fuuuck, so damn good.

She tastes like wine from the party. I wrap my arm around her, hauling her tighter against me.

My cock brushes her, aching, and she groans against my mouth.

The kiss deepens fast. She opens for me as I drag my tongue over her lips. I drink her in—this small, curvy thing pressed against me, more at home here than my own suit ever was.

My hand slides down her back, down, down, until I'm cupping her ass, squeezing until she moans. I gather the lace hem of her nightie in my fist.

She's still wearing underwear. Some part of me wishes she weren't. I slip a finger beneath the cotton edge anyway, right where the curve of her ass meets her thigh.

More. I need more of her.

My mind is splitting in half. I can't stop. She feels too good, too responsive to every touch.

She isn't pushing me away. If she did, I'd be gone in a flash. Instead her tongue tangles with mine, her leg lifting to hook around my hip.

An invitation, silent and clear.

I take it, sliding my hand between her thighs until my fingers brush her.

Fucking hell. She's wet for me.

I tease her, sweeping back and forth beneath the fabric, light and quick.

This is exactly what I shouldn't be doing. How did she break through my walls like this?

Why can't I resist her?

I have no answer. Only the burning need to take her right here in the doorway. But I can't. I can't let this go that far.

What if she ends up like Rebecca?

Fear crowds out the arousal, and I falter. Tess hums against my lips, oblivious.