His Wild Attraction: A Billionaire Romance Novel (Wild Billionaire Romance Book 4)

Chapter Twenty Ellie

Andres already did everything I’d asked of him.

More than I’d hoped for.

Even if I didn’t really understand his motives for marrying me.

It didn’t matter, because he still did it.

I had no right to ask for more.

My emotions were wild like a rollercoaster as he wrapped me in his spicy cologne scented embrace.

Andres nuzzled my neck, and I felt his beard tickling the skin there as he pressed his lips to me.

Holy damp panties.

I didn’t know what this was. Wasn’t sure how to label our relationship. But it sure felt like more than a marriage of convenience.

And no, I didn’t want to think about my jealous display or why I’d even felt murderous rage when that woman had called asking for Andres.

Of course, now that I knew she was his mother’s best friend, I felt a little sheepish about my reaction.

Apparently, I was a little possessive of my husband.

Those feelings were unexpected, and I didn’t know what to do with it.

I also did not want to think about why I’d gotten so sad when Sof, Des, and Mer all seemed to know my husband had recently let it be known to everyone—except me—that Adrik and Marat were his cousins.

Maybe it was all that trust I’d placed in Andres’ hands that had me reacting this way. Or maybe it was because every single night since we’d gotten married, no matter how many times I said I wouldn’t cave, I found myself incapable of ignoring his presence.

I ached for that man.

In my most secret places, I needed him.

Wanted him.

I’d never felt that way about anyone, and it was disarming. I felt completely undone. Left naked and raw and open to ridicule.

If I’d known that would happen, I would never have proposed to him.

Andres didn’t love me.

He never claimed to, and he sure as fuck didn’t owe me anything.

But I was behaving like a jealous spouse.

And I couldn’t have that.

I shouldn’t have that.

Fuck. Damn.

I was seriously losing my shit.

I was falling for my husband, and I didn’t know how to stop.

“Ellie.”

Andres pulled back from our embrace, his stormy gaze freezing me in place.

Awareness surged, and that attraction I felt simmering at all times increased until it felt like a bonfire.

Ripples of need coursed through my bloodstream. Heat sizzled between us, and I felt a pull so strong I swayed on my feet.

Just like a magnet, I thought inanely.

His hands flexed on my waist, and I couldn’t deny how he made me feel. I was drawn to him, incapable of resisting the pleasure that surged in my veins every time we touched.

Did I even want to try?