The blush in her cheeks was back, but she turned around and stepped into my space. “We did a lot of that at the club the other night, you just don’t remember.”
My gaze darted from her eyes to her lips and back again. “Think you can jog my memory?”
Her pink lips split into a smile, and her hands landed on my pecs before sliding down my chest to rest against the top of my jeans. Goosebumps broke out in the wake of her fingers and my cock took an interest. She leaned into me and tipped her head back. Still, I had to lean down if I wanted my mouth to meet hers, which I really did. “Are you going to kiss me, wifey?”
Her small hands slipped around to the back of my neck, and she yanked me down before planting her lips on mine. Any worries I had about the kiss being stilted or awkward vanished as she pulled my lower lip between hers and claimed my mouth like it had always been hers. I was tall enough that hunching over kept my hips from pressing against hers. Still, she had to know that I was hard when a little moan escaped my throat.
Her long fingernails scratched at the back of my scalp, and the smell of her perfume invaded my nose. Subtly floral but with something sexy and exotic sprinkled on top.
She was small enough that my arms reached all the way around her and then some. If I had my way, I’d be picking her up and tossing her on the bed right now. But we had an appearance to make and a story to sell to the world. Reluctantly, I pulled away, needing to get rid of the tent in the front of my jeans before we were faced with a wall of cameras.
Her eyes were a little glazed, but they refocused on me, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth before letting her arms drop. “Remember now?”
I cracked a smile. “Honestly? No. But I’m willing to make some new memories.”
Chapter 6
Rosalind
Sitting through lunch with wet panties, while being watched by dozens of photographers wasn’t really my plan for today, but hey, my husband was fucking hot. I didn’t remember a lot from our night at the club, but clearly I remembered more than he did. The shape of his mouth fit mine perfectly, and having his big frame encompass me set off some primal thoughts about being thrown over his shoulder and taken to bed.
That would make a sexy photoshoot, actually. I wondered if he’d be willing to wear a loincloth if I asked him to.
A question for another day.
“Driver’s here, we should go,” I said, wetting my dry lips.
Just before I opened the front door, Derek stopped me with a hand on my arm.
My brow dropped. I really needed him to get behind this whole thing, or it would never work. I’d either have to keep the party girl routine up until I was seventy or become the least competent board member of Huxley Enterprises.
“I’m nervous,” he admitted. It was only then that I noticed the sheen of sweat on his forehead. “I don’t know how to do this. Designer clothes, a fancy restaurant, and someone driving us. I like driving. Everything is Greek to me, and I’m sure I’m going to fuck this all up for you.”
I grabbed the pair of sunglasses I’d picked for him and slid them on his face as my stomach churned. I’d lived my life in public since I was born. I had no idea what his life was like or how to make this less intimidating to him. “I know you’re used to being in charge of your world. This is my world. Stick with me; I’ve done this a million times.” I held out my hand and he took it. The calluses of his palm abraded against mine as he squeezed it tightly.
God, he was adorable.
I opened the front door, and before I could even enjoy the Vegas morning sun or the view of palm trees, there were flashes going off and questions being screamed in our direction.
“Rosalind, when is the baby due?”
“Derek, why’d you get kicked out of Canada?”
“Did you two meet in rehab?”
The questions were all predictably outrageous.
For all his nerves, Derek took the whole thing in stride, opening the door to the car for me before running around to the other side and getting in himself.
The driver carefully backed out of the driveway past the hordes of photographers. The air conditioning was blasting, and the leather seats were cool against my back. I looked over at Derek to see how he was handling the whole thing.
He was looking out the window with rapt interest.
“A little different view than what you’re used to, huh?”
He nodded. “There are dozens of lakes within a few hours’ drive of where I live. Fishing in the summer, ice fishing in the winter. We have big mountains and forests, and a whole town of nosy people who know your whole life story. Nothing like the desert here.”
I laughed. “Well, Vegas is definitely not that, although everyone knows my business. We don’t really get snow.”
