A look inside the refrigerator revealed tons of fresh produce, grilled tuna and chicken, hard-boiled eggs.The makings of a quick meal.I threw together a salad and ate while standing at the counter, feeling very small in the very large room.What a wedding night.
Only when I heard Clay’s footsteps ringing out down the hall did I look down at myself and wish I was wearing something nicer than an old UCLA T-shirt and leggings.I wasn’t even wearing socks.
Clay was still dressed in the suit he had worn earlier, only now he wasn’t wearing a jacket or tie.His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows with the top couple of buttons opened.I would have to do something about the way my pulse picked up speed at the sight of him.
“Oh.Hello.Glad to see you settling in.”He continued to the refrigerator without pausing.“Finding everything all right?”
“Sure.”I had just learned something.Until now, I was always in a suit, feeling powerful and put together.Now, I was just a girl in a T-shirt from college.Vulnerability was a bitch.
So was the addictive scent of the musky, spicy cologne clinging to his clothes.It worked magic on my pussy, making it moisten in a dangerous way.I had to stop staring when he closed the refrigerator door and glanced my way, holding a package of turkey and a bottle of mustard.“Let me know what you want to see around the kitchen.My housekeeper shops twice a week.”
How much more awkward could this be?I hated the man, but I couldn’t stop wanting to smell his neck.“Thanks,” I murmured, finishing my meal.What were we supposed to do now?I knew what my stupid, traitorous body wanted to do, but that was out of the question.
He finished making a sandwich and put the ingredients away while I stood frozen in place.“You made a beautiful bride today.Really.Thank you for going to the trouble.”
“I didn’t do it for you.I did it for me.”And it wasn’t enough, but since when did that matter?
“I’m sure it’s not the wedding you wanted.”Was he messing with me?I couldn’t tell.It left me all twisted up inside.
“You didn’t even get a kiss at the end of it,” he mused in a light tone, leaning against the refrigerator.
“Don’t worry about it.”Waving a hand, I added, “Your sandwich is waiting.You don’t need to comfort me.”
“I wasn’t trying to.”He touched a finger to the corner of his mouth.“You have something here.On your mouth.It made me think about the kiss you didn’t get.”
Why didn’t I just crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment?“Oh.Thanks.”I took a swipe with my thumb.
“No, you still didn’t get it.”I could hardly believe what was happening, going still like a deer in headlights as he took one step, then another, closing the gap between us before hooking a finger under my chin and tipping my head back.
Our eyes locked for a brief moment.He dipped his head and brushed his thumb over something on my face.“Still there…” he murmured, a soft chuckle escaping as his lips curved into a smile.Then, he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of my mouth.
A kiss that set my lips on fire and made my skin tingle as he tilted his head to the side, lining our mouths up and kissing me again with a soft grunt that made my knees go weak.The finger under my chin now trailed down my throat, tracing a fiery path that made me shudder.
What was happening?And holy fuck, why hadn’t it happened sooner?He filled my world—his scent, his taste, the breath warming my skin, and the firmness of his body pressing me against the counter.My nipples hardened when his chest brushed mine, every movement sending bolts of electricity to my aching clit.
There was nothing to do but melt under the heat and hope there was more coming because shit, did I need this.It was like I had never been kissed until now.
A high-pitched ringing sound made my body jolt and my heart stop for one sickening moment.Clay broke the kiss but held me in place, eyes searching my face, looking for… what?
It didn’t matter what he was looking for.What he got was my hand against his cheek in a sharp slap, then I used the same hand to shove him away.My chest was heaving, and dammit, I was so wet, but some things mattered more.Like my self-respect.
“I thought you said we were going to be roommates.I married you because we were going to live as roommates.Donotdo that again,” I warned, breathless and incensed.
The splash of red on his cheek didn’t seem to bother him since he smirked like the asshole he was.“Or what?”he challenged before that high-pitched ringing split the air again.“The security system,” he breathed out when that same ringing split the air again.
Security?What time was it?I looked down at his wrist, the watch’s large face reading nine.Shit.Matteo.He must’ve been down at the front gate.
“Expecting someone?”he asked, backing away toward the entry hall.“I know I’m not.”
Shit, shit, shit.“Actually, I am,” I replied, almost trotting behind him to catch up as he headed toward the front door and the security monitor mounted beside it.
He touched a finger to the screen and pulled up the feed from the gate.My heart sank when I recognized Matteo’s Mustang out there.Why the hell hadn’t he warned me he was on his way?I left my phone upstairs.Where the hell was my head?
“Who is that?”The bastard had the nerve to scowl at me.“You invited a man here tonight?”
And there I was, with an aching clit and the taste of his kiss on my lips.What a mess.“He’s a friend of mine.”
“You’re a married woman now, or did you already forget?”He didn’t wait for me to respond, tapping the screen again.“Yes?”he barked into the microphone.
