Page 24 of Fake Wife
And then his mouth lands on mine. The kiss is not soft or teasing or even exploratory. He devours me like he’s been starving to taste me. His hand slides to the back of my neck, holding me so firmly in place I can’t move an inch except inhale the scent of him, accept his mouth on mine, his tongue seeking entrance. I highly doubt this is the kind of kiss he’d give me in public, but hell if I’m stopping him. My hands jump to his biceps as I open to him and his tongue dives inside.
Oh good grief. He tastes like mint and man, his smooth, full lips spurring me on.
I groan, releasing a primal noise of need deep from my gut and he takes it, fingertips digging into the back of my neck in approval.
Mistake, mistake, mistakereverberates in my mind, but I don’t care. If kissing Corbin Lane is a mistake, I want to make a thousand more bad decisions.
Pulling him to me, I am no longer a passive participant. I dig my fingers into the lapels of his tuxedo jacket, shifting against him as much as my dress will allow until I’m practically in his lap.
This is insane, and I’m completely enthralled. Corbin Lane kisses like I know he’ll make love to a woman—hard, demanding, dominating, and yet at the same time, there’s a tenderness in his touch that calls to me.
Holy crap. I am irrevocably screwed in the worst way possible.
The car slows and stops. As if it’s the sign he needed to snap back to his senses, Corbin yanks his mouth off mine and stares into my eyes.
Our lips are parted, and we’re both panting. His gaze roams my face, and all expression in his eyes evaporates in an instant.
He’s not completely turned cold, but I see it starting and I refuse to allow it.
Whatever just happened between us, whatever sparks ignited, I’m keeping them. Fanning them into a larger flame if I have to.
“Well,” I huff, my breathing still erratic and much too fast. I turn to him and wink. “I think we can pull this off.”
To my surprise, he barks out a laugh, adjusts his tuxedo jacket, and smooths down the lapels.
His door opens and he takes my hand, escorting me out of the car behind him.
Outside, his hand slides to my lower back and he pulls me to him. His blue eyes sparkle and his smile is almost blinding. Whatever he was trying to erase is now exposed, in full force.
“Yeah. We can pull this off. But I was also serious in the car: stay close to me at all times.”
And if that’s not a delicious foreboding statement, I don’t know what is.
Chapter 10
Corbin
I am distinctly rattled and completely uncomposed. My facade is firmly in place, my smile as friendly as it always is as we enter the hotel where the Children’s Hospital fundraiser is taking place. No one can possibly see how shaken I am, not even Teagan. I regret that as much as I cannot find it in me to regret practically forcing myself on her.
The hint of her is not nearly as delicious as the taste and feel of her. We’ve completely crossed a line we can’t cross again. I’m paying her to be my wife in name only, not to be my prostitute. At the moment, I’m too hard to think about anything else besides whisking her out of here and sinking my aching dick deep inside of her.
Fucking hell. I hadn’t fully seen the dress before I gave it to her. When she pulled it out of the box, her dazzling smile had blinded me right before I realized how absolutely gorgeous she’d be in it, but I was completely overtaken by the thoughts I had when I saw her earlier.
She’s fucking beautiful. Gorgeous. There is not a word I can think of that describes how absolutely perfect Teagan looks tonight, and I didn’t think she could get any sexier than when I saw her in the kitchen the other morning. She was still dressed in her pajamas—a tight fucking tank top that hid nothing and shorts so short I could almost see her pussy. She tried to hide it all under a ridiculously short robe, but it hadn’t been tied, and I’d been unable to resist snapping a picture of her when she wasn’t looking. And it wasn’t the first one.
I now have a dozen candid shots of her, and it makes me a freak. If she knew I walked around pretending to be working on my phone, clicking photos of her every time she took my breath away, she’d probably freak the hell out.
I don’t give a shit. When this is over, I want a million photographic memories of my time with her. I’ve only been able to be myself around three people in my life, three people I’d trust with everything, but Teagan has definitely been worming her way to the top of that list, becoming the fourth. She’s beginning to mean something to me, something I can’t quite describe, but I absolutely cannot screw it up by treating her like a whore.
Which means shoving my tongue down her throat and fucking her mouth with mine was an epically horrific decision on my part.
And damn it. The cherry taste of her hidden beneath her lipstick. She applies it several times throughout the day. I now want to stash hundreds of the tubes everywhere so they’re always within her reach.
Damn it. Iamturning into a freak.
How in the hell can I go back to treating her like the stranger she is if I can’t keep my hands off her? Tonight will require touching her frequently in order to begin selling our love-at-first-sight plan.
For the millionth time, I second-guess my decision to suggest such an outlandish proposal. I’ve been a mess all week, and yet somehow Teagan has seemed completely calm and prepared, even for a night like this.
