Page 119 of Betrothed
“Every person coming into the church was checked.”
“What if he was in the balcony like what happened at the christening?” I tilted my head toward him, searching his eyes.
“Think of it this way. Nothing happened.”
“But it will. I feel it in my bones.”
He brought my hand to his lips, pressing kisses across every knuckle not once but twice. When he continued up my arm, I swatted his chest.
“What are you doing?” I asked while giving him my typical hard look.
“Taking your mind off things.”
“It’s not going to work.”
The man adored a challenge, continuing to drive me crazy and he knew it. “You don’t know me that well,” he growled.
“That’s the beauty of marriage. I’ll learn more about you.”
He turned my face toward him, rubbing his lips across mine. “If you’re a very good girl.”
“I’m never going to be a good girl. That’s something you need to accept.”
His kisses became more fervent while his tongue whispered across my cheek. He knew exactly how to make me wet and hot, pushing me to a delicious point of delirium. “Is that so?”
“Absolutely.” I closed my eyes, incapable of ignoring him. His touch alone could be calming.
Not at this moment.
He was driving me crazy, my pussy throbbing.
With every kiss and the way his hot breath skipped across my skin, I was torn with wanting to jerk off his clothes and keeping my makeup intact.
“Well, I guess I’ll need to do something about it.” He pulled back, dragging his tongue down the side of my neck.
“What do you think you can do?”
“Anything I want.”
“You don’t own me,” I teased.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” I wasn’t expecting him to bite my neck and when he did, I violently shuddered from head to toe. Kirill knew exactly how to press all my buttons.
Around him, all inhibitions were tossed out the window. I crawled my fingers along his thigh and just before I reached the thick bulge between his legs, he snapped his hand over mine.
“What are you doing?” I purred, wiggling my arm.
He pulled back, reaching forward and pressing a button. As the privacy screen rose in between us and the driver, I lifted an eyebrow.
“Oh, no, you don’t.”
His grin was wide, his eyes more soulful than I was used to. “You seem to forget who’s in charge within this marriage.”
“Me.”
His laugh was low and throaty and he shocked me completely by yanking me over his lap.
“What? You can’t be serious.”
