Page 40 of Fake Wife
She’s here.
My home.
She came back.
Why does a forceful rush of breath escape me with how relieved I am?
I’m rushing toward her before I realize I’m practically running. “You’re here. Where have you been? I’ve been calling and texting. You had me worried.”
She jumps back, pressing against the door she’s just closed. “I was out with Caitlin.” Her voice is soft, hesitant. A tiny ripple of warning goes through me as she narrows her eyes at me. “I would have told you if I thought you cared.”
She scurries around me, but not quickly enough. I reach out, gripping her bicep, and hold on. What the hell? “Why would you think I wouldn’t care?”
Teagan glares at my hand on her and tugs. I let her go, but hell if I don’t want to pull her closer.
Like until her mouth is pressed to mine, our bodies flush. Sleeping with her last night, even if we were clothed and she was passed-out drunk, was the worst night of my life. Besides waking throughout the night to make sure she was okay, I was inundated with the feel of her body lined perfectly with mine and the silkiness of her caramel hair on my chest when she’d roll into me.
Fucking, fucking hell. I have got to find a way to be with this girl and not want to fuck her every time I’m within a ten-foot radius of her.
“Where were you all day?” Her tone is accusatory. And something else.
It’s then I see thehurtsimmering in her eyes, which she’s trying to hide.
I scrub my jaw. I’ve already showered, but the scent of cedar and pine still lingers all over me. “Cannon Bluffs. I thought I’d be back earlier this afternoon.”
“Okay.”
“I’m sorry, Teagan. I didn’t know you’d be worried.”
“I wasn’t worried.”
“No?”
“No. I was embarrassed. And I thought you left because you can’t deal with my crazy.”
A soft laugh escapes me. “Crazy? You haven’t seen crazy until you’ve seen Trey, Caitlin, and me throwing back shots like the world will end tomorrow. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
She nods slowly, her cheeks losing their slightly pink hue, and she rubs her fingers over her lips.
I want to be those fingers. The urge to kiss her hits me hard and fast, but I want more, too. I want her under me, her soft skin brushing against mine, her eyes large as I bring her to climax. Damn. This woman is beautiful.
I reach for her and, this time, she lets me pull her close.
“About Caitlin,” she starts, and my shoulders tense.
“What about her?” I drop my hand from her arm, releasing her. She tenses again and steps back, rubbing her arm where my hand was. I fight back a grin. She doesn’t appear to realize she’s softly stroking where I was just touching her and I’m not going to point it out. I like watching it.
“Um, we were out getting drinks, and I told her everything. The truth about us.”
“What truth?”
Her brows furrow. “About the contract and everything. I didn’t mean to, but she knew; she said she and Trey figured it out. I told her to talk to you, but well, Caitlin’s sort of—”
“Persistent.”
“Are you mad?”
“No.” Surprisingly not. “Trey called me this morning anyway, woke my ass up before the sun even rose and gave me the same third degree. The good news is he likes you.”
