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"I thought we’d have more time before…" I let my voice trail off.
"Servants gossip, Gwen.Even mine.We must keep up appearances.We are both in this, so until further notice, we both sleep here, in that bed."
I swallowed hard."Well, technically we're not married yet, so I thought maybe…"
He grinned at me, stepping into my space.And Jesus Christ, that smile was feral and probably meant to intimidate, but there was something so unbelievably delicious about it."You can relax, Gwen.I have no intention of touching you unless you ask me to."
There was a hint of gravel to his voice, which had me thinking about all the ways I wanted him to.And then I shuddered and steeled my resolve.Get it together.
"I know I signed on the dotted line.I was just surprised, is all."Something else caught my eye.“What’s with the satin pillowcases?”
He shifted on his feet uncomfortably.“I know this is an unusual situation so I wanted to stock the house with things you need.Your step-mother said you’d need satin pillow cases for your hair.Oh and a shower that wasn’t a rainwater shower I had mine converted earlier this week.”
He’d spoken to Clarissa?He’d changed the shower for me?I started at the pillowcases with no idea what to say or do.My nose grew suspiciously tingly and I had to drag in a deep breath.Why was he being so nice?Hadn’t he browbeat me into being here?“Why would you go to all this trouble?”
"It’s not trouble if it’s something you need.Welcome home,wife."
“Futurewife.Are you going to kiss me again?"
His gaze dipped to my lips, and I automatically licked them to moisten them."You know what?I don't think so.Unless, of course, you're asking me to."
And because I was a stubborn fool and knew how complicated this was going to get, I looked the man dead in his eyes and said, "I'd only ask you to kiss me over my dead body."
Chapter12
Gwen
Blissful warmth surroundedme like a cocoon, and the scent of sandalwood and pine lulled me into relaxation like a spa aromatherapy treatment, and I let myself sink into softness.
Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I knew it was close to morning.I knew I had to get up and get to the office and figure out the logistics of keeping my company together.
But I couldn’t.
Or you don’t want to.
Just five more minutes.Even as I reached for the thread of the conscious world, it slipped through my fingers and I was dragged back into dreamland.
A dreamland where Atticus was the star.His full lips brushed my temple, and I moaned into the caress.
He chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling my skin.His hand slid down my arm as his fingers traced lazy circles on my skin.I shivered, my body responding to his touch even in my dreams.
Atticus leaned down, his lips ghosting over my jawline and down my neck.My breath hitched as he nipped at the sensitive skin just below my earlobe.
"I just knew you'd be soft," he murmured against my skin.
My heart raced as Atticus's lips continued down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.His hand found its way to my breast, and he palmed it gently before pinching my nipple.I gasped, arching into his touch.
Atticus's mouth closed around my nipple, sucking gently before switching to the other breast.My hands tangled in his hair, tugging the soft strands as he pleasured me.
His big body covered me, his cock pressing insistently against my thigh, begging for access.
Something jostled me, and my eyes fluttered open, the remnants of the dream still lingering in my mind.
I couldn't believe the intensity of the dream, the way Atticus had touched me, his mouth sucking on my nipples, sending a pulsing electric zap straight to my clit.
It felt real, almost as if I could still feel his lips on my skin.
I ran a hand over my hair and realized my satin bonnet had made a run for it in the middle of the night and my hair was tousled now.
