Page 56 of The Billionaire's Timed Wife

“I feel naked,” I mutter, trying to tug the black dress a little lower, though it already ends just above my knees.

The problem isn’t the length; it’s how it hugs every inch of my body. My breasts look fuller against the soft fabric, and my hips stand out in sharp contrast to my narrow waist.

“You’re not naked; you’re perfect. My brother’s going to lose his mind. Besides, you’re the one who picked that dress.”

“Actually, Kaled did. I tried on so many that I was dizzy by the end and agreed to anything. He seemed more than willing to buy out the entire store.”

“The dream man for every woman,” she teases with a laugh.

I don’t know about other women, but he’s certainly mine. And it has nothing to do with the gifts he gives me. Even if he didn’t have a cent to his name, I’d still want him just as much.

Lately, he’s been coming home late, usually after I’ve gone to bed, and I can’t pretend it doesn’t disappoint me.

This morning, I woke up to a message about a party tonight on his friend’s yacht. Another prince, Vicenzzo.

I’m nervous. I’ve never socialized among Westerners before, but with Jazmina by my side, I won’t feel so out of place.

A knock at the door comes before the man who will soon be my husband steps inside.

We lock eyes in silence, barely noticing Jazmina’s laughter as she mumbles something about being the third wheel and slips out of the room.

He looks devastating in black slacks and a matching shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The first few buttons are undone, revealing a glimpse of his chest, and I shiver, remembering how those muscles felt under my fingertips.

“One of the new ones?” he asks, stepping closer, his gaze sliding over me from head to toe.

“Yes. You’re the one who chose it. Don’t you like it?” Suddenly, I feel unsure, like someone trying to step into a world she doesn’t belong to.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he circles me slowly. When he stops in front of me again, his eyes burn with a heat that steals my breath.

Without warning, he pulls me to him. His hand grips my hip, pressing my body against the hard evidence of his desire.

Starved for his touch, I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight. I won’t settle for anything less than having him, too.

The kiss that follows is wild, urgent, making the space between my thighs ache with need.

Tongues desperate, lips wet, we clash and devour in a mix of battle and dance. The intensity of it makes me weak, barely able to stand.

When he finally pulls back, I’m breathless, dizzy.

He looks at me, a faint smirk at the corner of his mouth. “Does that answer your question, my bride?”

Chapter 27

“Why do I get the feeling everyone’s looking at me?” she whispers as we make our way toward the birthday host, Vicenzzo.

“You don’t understand why?”

She shakes her head.

“You’re beautiful at any hour of the day or night, Adeela, but in that dress, you’re devastating.” My hand stays firm on her hip, fingers gripping her possessively. The fabric covering her delicious body is so thin I can feel the outline of her lingerie.

I find myself wondering what color it is.

It doesn’t matter. I know that if I could see her wearing nothing but underwear, she wouldn’t be wearing it for long.

When I went to her room to tell her it was time to leave, I’d intended to behave as I had since the incident at the boutique, to keep a safe distance. For her sake, mainly.

It’s torture holding back.