Page 81 of The Wrong Husband

She’s taken down her hair and brushed it out, so it falls around her shoulders. She’s in a fresh pair of yoga pants and T-shirt, and she’s wearing her ballet flats.Is she going somewhere?Her features are a little flushed. Her gaze widens.

"Connor? What are you doing here? Is everything okay?"

I nod. "Everything is okay."Not.I lean in, until my nose is only a few millimeters from hers. I draw in her sweet scent, and instantly, some of the churning miasma of emotions in my chest subsides. "I missed you. I had to come see you."

Her face softens. "I missed you, too." She raises her lips.

I press my mouth to hers. She throws her arms about my neck and presses those gorgeous curves into my body. Any remaining tension fades away. Her taste, the way she clutches at me, the way she clings to me, the way she parts her lips to receive my tongue, and allows me to fuck her mouth like she belongs to me. She does belong to me. She’s mine.

I frame her cheek. "You’re mine," I growl. "Only mine."

She moans. I swallow down the sound.

"Say it," I order.

"Yours. I’m yours, Connor."

I begin to inch her inside the house. A few steps inside the doorway, she suddenly tears her mouth from mine. "Oh no, I need to get going."

"Now?" I glance at my watch. "It’s almost 9:30 p.m."

"Skylar called me when I was at the hospital. Karma West Sovrano’s atelier has agreed to do a private viewing so I can choose a wedding dress. This is the only availability they have within the month, so I agreed."

"Hmm." I look into her eyes, trying to gauge if she’s lying to me again. Just because she did earlier doesn’t mean she’ll do it again. I’m sure there’s a reason behind why she said she had an emergency and then came home. There must be an innocuousexplanation for this. But something inside of me insists that I confirm her statement. I curve my lips into a smile.

"Why don’t I come with you?"

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Connor

"Traditionally it’s seen as bad luck for the bridegroom to see the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding, but we believe this stems from the days of arranged marriages when the bridegroom may have backed out if he didn’t like his first glimpse of the bride, which normally happened at the time of the wedding. And you guys, clearly, don’t have that problem." The manager of the atelier beams at us. Apparently, she must be used to having customers drop in at all times of the day or night.

We’re in the private fitting lounge of the boutique. There’s a rolling rack of wedding dresses waiting to be tried on. Soft jazz plays through hidden speakers.

"I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight." I scan Phe’s features. "I understand if you want me to wait outside?"

If that’s what makes her comfortable, then of course, I’ll do so.

She smiles slightly. "I very much want your input in choosing my wedding dress.” She presses her fingers together and lowers her chin. “I like it when you watch me.”

Her stance is that of a woman who likes to obey orders. It’s one which pleases me greatly. The slight hesitation in the angles of her body adds to her innocence. I doubt she’s aware of how submissive she appears.

The confusion from her earlier actions fades. They seem inconsequential in light of this connection between us.

The air between us heats. My cock twitches. My groin tightens. Unable to resist, I take a step in her direction.

The manager clears her throat. “I’ll be in my office. Once you’ve made your selections, please call me and I’ll help you try them on.” With a discreet smile, she eases the door closed behind her.

I hold Phe’s gaze. She closes the distance between us and comes to a stop in front of me.

"You like it when I watch you, hmm?"

She nods shyly.

"What else do you like, Fever?"

She swallows audibly. The fact that she’s so affected by me triggers a tsunami somewhere deep within me. Those tectonic plates shift again. Something huge, something mind-blowing, a deluge of feelings too big to be contained inside of me, overpowers me.