Page 44 of Redeeming Heart
How am I going to keep myself off of him?
My eyes trace their way from his shiny shoes up his body. Finally, I make it to his face. I'm met with a knowing smirk before I lock onto those sea blue eyes.
Shit, he's so fucking pretty.
“Damn, girl. The sexual tension is thick between you two. Ti, are you down with a sister wife ‘cause I need in on this?” Evelyn laughs at her own comment, but I'm barely listening as I drown in the sight of the man in front of me.
Rim moves toward me. A smile quirks his lip, and a dimple makes an appearance. My slutty vagina gives an appreciative flutter.
Down, girl. It's your fault we're in this mess.
He is perfect. If I could design my dream man, he would look like Rim.
Oh, this is bad. I can't be catching a case of the feels for my husband.
There's a sentence I never thought I’d ponder.
This is more or less a business arrangement, and I need to keep it that way.
Rim swaggers toward me, all graceful, elegant man, extending his hand. I look up as the morning sun dances across his dark locks. Those cornflower blue eyes hone in on my green ones and steal my very breath. My stomach swoops and swirls at the sight before me.
I step out of the limo, and the desert sun warms my chilled skin. Shutting my eyes, I take a few deep breaths. The heat of his body hits me just before his warm masculine scent envelops me, and his arms tug me into his chest. My cheek rests against his shirt. I inhale.
He smells so damn good.
“Good morning, gorgeous. I'm so glad you're here, my love. I was afraid you'd back out on me,” he whispers in my ear as he squeezes me tighter. My arms band around his trim waist.
This is an agreement, Ti. Remember that.
I sigh.
I freaking sigh.
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CHRISTINA
"Are you ready to go home?"
His question shouldn't give me the warm and fuzzies, but damn it if it doesn't. The way he sayshomemakes it seem real somehow. I want him to take me there, or hell, anywhere. As those eyes drink me in, I would agree to anything this man has to say. But I guess I already agree to pretty much everything he says. It's one of the reasons I find myself in this situation. That and no tolerance for alcohol.
"Good morning, Rim."
He smiles, a slight dimple popping his left cheek.
Did I mention how pretty he is?
Stupid dimple. I want to trace it with my tongue.
"Good morning." A memory floods my mind as I stare up at him. Rim's body stretched across mine. His chest pressed into my chest. His hands dig into mine. He pummels me over and over as I writhe beneath him.
It's almost like I can feel the warm weight of him pressing me down into the mattress. A chill races through me at the memory.
God, I hope it's a memory and not just my imagination.
I bite back a smile as he leads me away from the limo. I stagger just a bit, but he pulls me into his chest with our intertwined hands. I gaze up at him.
Oh shit.
