Page 71 of Fake Wife
My dick rages at me to take her, consume her, devour her, and claim her in all the ways that can make her mine. To hide her pills and knock her up because, holy shit, this woman is going to marry me and someday she’s going to have my kids, and I can’t wait to get started.
But that remaining thread of my common sense remains, and we can wait. A month. Two. A year if I have to until she’s settled, and I’m thinking of all of this, staring at her, one hand on her hip, the other at her jaw, holding her still, our gazes fixed on each other so she can see
Every.
Damn.
Thing I want from her.
“Corbin,” she breathes, and she gets it. Tears form in her eyes and I can hardly close my eyes and focus on this moment, what we’re doing, because it’s too damn beautiful.
I glance down. My pants are at my knees, my shirt is on the couch. Her bra is still between us, tangled at her wrists, and who knows where I’ve thrown her pants.
We’re a mess.
A beautiful, perfect mess.
“I love you,” I say, unable to stop it. My control has snapped and there’s no going back. There’s no wanting to go back.
She jerks against me, pussy clamping around me. Her mouth drops open in surprise or excitement or agreement. I don’t know. I don’t give her a chance to think. I slam her mouth to mine, hold her against me, and then we move.
Hips rolling, shifting, up and down, I thrust into her, snapping my hips up and pulling her down until her moans become pants. She chants words I pay no attention to because my balls are hard and pulled tight. It’s all I can do to hold off my orgasm.
“Corbin!” She shouts my name,OhmyGod,repeatedly on her pretty pink cherry lips as she comes.
Perfectly. Loudly. She orgasms as passionately and sweetly as she lives her life, and she’s so utterly bared to me I can’t stop myself from falling over the ledge.
I hold her to me, forehead to forehead, breaths mingling, connected in the most intimate places and whisper it again and again. “I love you. I love you.”
I don’t need her response. I don’t need to know she feels the same.
She does. It’s in her eyes and her looks and her touches and her smiles and the way she gives herself to me so freely.
She’s everything.
And mine, completely.
Chapter 24
Teagan
I love you. I love you.
I hear the words repeatedly through the night. Corbin’s voice in my head lulls me to sleep when we finally make it to bed and it pulls me to consciousness through the night, waking me several times. Every time I wake up, he’s there, next to me, beneath me, my head on his chest, my hand on his stomach, my thigh draped over his. He’s hot, a little bit sweaty, and yet he holds me to him all night long in a grip so firm and so tight I’ve never felt safer.
Even if I am too terrified to repeat it back to him. But God, I do love him. It makes no sense and it feels so perfect. We’ve come together in the most random of ways and I’m falling every day, without a chute and yet in his arms, I don’t need one.
Corbin will always keep me safe. I feel it down to my marrow, more certain of him than I am of the sun rising.
My sleep is both restless and peaceful, thoughts awakening me and his security pulling me back to darkness. In the morning, I wake to the heat of the sun through the windows, his warm lips and minty breath at my temple.
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”
I love you. I love you.
I roll to my side and reach for him as he sits on the edge of the bed, his tie sliding through my fingertips before my eyes are fully open.
“You’re so sexy in a suit,” I say, my voice groggy and sleepy.
