Instead of being the girl who cowered, I copied his expression with a cocked brow. “What the hell is?—”
He pushed his lower body against mine to silence me.
Itdefinitelyworked.
“If I’d known,” he pressed. “That it would’ve taken a single kiss to hear your voice again, I would’ve done it sooner.”
“You just told me to shut up, Christian.” My morose chuckle received no reaction from him. “Which one is it, you want to hear my voice, or do you want me to shut up?”
His arousal pressed firmly against me. “Right now, I just want to feel those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.”
Mouth parted.
I was trapped.
This feeling of intimacy, of him being so near me when for the past month I’d been alone. His silence was a threatened vile of reminders that no matter what I did, deep down he hated me for a reason I didn’t know. When we broke up, it was because he wanted to experiment—to be with other women. I’d been the one woman to remind him how much wanted to explore to findthe one.
Even if he was looking at me like I was the only person he could see.
However, the body didn’t lie.
“It’s been fucking torture, Adelaide.” Christian buried his face into my neck, his nose moving across the length of it—inhibiting and destroying all my senses and devotion to standing upright. “When you walk out of a room and barely glance in my direction, I can’t think. It’s like I need you to look at me, to mouth a single letter so I can piece an imaginary phrase in my head.” He pressed a kiss to my jaw. “Seeing you in this dress has been torture. It clings to your ass and your tits, and I’m stuck between pulling it down and sucking your tits or pulling it up and eating your pussy.”
He looked at me for permission and I didn’t have time to bask in the betrayal of my own nod when I gasped.
Christian squeezed my breasts.
Pushing them together, he was completely oblivious to the way the centre of me dripped with slick arousal.
“The audacity,” I spat while panting. “You think you can just waltz back into my life after a month and ruin it?”
Christian looked up. It was comical really, the way he kept his hands on my breasts but stared at me with fire burning in his eyes.
Great, he was pissed but I was furious.
Whatever the reason, he had no right to manhandle me.
“You are my wife, Adelaide.” He swiped a finger over my nipple with swift sharpness. I arched at the sudden shock. The built-in bra did nothing to protect me.
So much for trying to punish him.
“I am…” I bit my lip and tried to stop the moan circling in my mouth. “Your wife in name only.”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you,” he wasn’t listening to what I was saying. His eyes scoured my body with a hungrygaze. Christian had one thing on his mind, and I hated admitting that it was the same thought in mine. “You’d like hearing your name from my mouth while you sucked my cock.”
“You have an obsession with your cock, Christian.”
“No, I have an obsession with seeingyouon my cock.”
I squeezed my thighs together. “That’ll never happen.”
I wasn’t opposed to the idea.At all.But my dignity was on the line.
He brought his mouth closer to my lips. His tongue snuck out and licked the line of my bottom one.
Holy.
“Because we’re friends?” He taunted my skin with his feather-light, slithering touch.
