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

Chapter Twenty-Four Ellie

The next day, I felt like I was walking on cloud nine.

Every time I found myself daydreaming about my sexy AF hubby, I had to stop and do a reality check.

Making me snacks and cuddling me on the couch while binge watching my favorite Keanu Reeves series already catapulted Andres into quite a catch category.

But he didn’t stop there. Oh no.

The man with a thousand ripples and curves who seemed made of pure muscle carried me to bed after I fell asleep against his side. I hoped I didn’t snore. But back to the important bit.

He. Carried. Me.

Lifted my chunky dead-to-the-world ass off the sofa like I weighed nothing at all and brought me to bed. The only reason I knew it for a fact was because I woke up a little when he placed me on the mattress.

“How’d I get here? I’m too heavy to carry,” I mumbled, frowning, and trying to understand how I got there.

“Not for me. Your body is perfect. You were made for me, Angel,” he whispered, kissing my lips and tucking me in.

Danger. Danger. DANGER.

How was I supposed to hold on to my heart with him doing and saying stuff like that?

It was impossible. And I wasn’t sure I even wanted to.

Good thing Destiny invited me out for dinner with her and the girls. I really needed a break from my hot-as-hell and thoughtful-as-fuck husband, so I accepted.

“Shit,” I mumbled.

As if on cue, Rocky, the little minx, zoomed past me. He must have been hiding in the closet again. For some reason, the silly animal loved to linger in the dark.

Still, I smiled, noting with pleasure the allergy meds Andres got for me were doing their job.

Not an accidental sneeze pee incident in sight. Huzzah!

I’d been trying on some of the new blouses Andres had gifted to me, and I was stunned by how amazing his choices were.

Everything was the perfect size, and the designer used materials that were the perfect combination of comfortable and sturdy, but still light and airy. It was as if he could read my mind and knew exactly what I liked.

He was always surprising me, that man.

I slid into a pair of thick, stretchy pants that were super comfortable and stylish.

The blouse was sleeveless and was made of several layers of sheer black fabric so soft and delicate it was like wearing nothing.

If I pulled the layers apart, they were completely see through, but together, I was decently covered.

The scoop neck was a little low, but my boobs were average, so it wasn’t indecent. I loved it because of the way the fabric moved and flowed. It was light and not constricting at all. Plus, it hid my stomach, which was what I wanted.

Biting my lip, I wondered if it was too much or too little for a dinner in Manhattan. I shook my head. I was going out with friends, and their wardrobe was undoubtedly filled with designs from the same boutique.

Satisfied with my choice, I finished getting ready. A night with the girls seemed like just the thing.

I felt kind of guilty for going out when Sammy was still awake, but Andres had assured me he would be fine.

Andres really was something. Every time I thought I had him pegged, he surprised me.

I worried he might try to control me or try to stop me from going.

Nope.

On the contrary, Andres was supportive and encouraging. He even seemed happy for me.

“You look gorgeous, Angel,” a deep voice interrupted my inner musings, and I jumped.

“Andres! You’re home,” I said, smiling shyly at my husband.

Holy fuck.

He looked good. Like better than any normal man should after work.

His beard was neat, but his hair was mussed, like he’d been running his fingers through it. His blue-gray irises seemed brighter than normal as he watched me, his arms crossed and one hand on his chin.

“Yeah, I’m home,” he said, emphasizing the last word as he dropped his arms.

Those stormy eyes I was learning to read ran over me from head to toe. They glittered with approval, and something more.

I decided I was glad I chose that blouse. My cheeks burned, and I felt all shivery inside.

How could I still be shy around this man?

He’d seen, touched, even tasted more of me than any other human being in the whole world. And yet, I was practically trembling with nerves.

“Um, do you mind that I’m going out?” I asked, wanting to know the truth.

“Of course not, Lupina. But you will be safe. Right?”

I nodded.

Of course I would.

“And you won’t do anything dangerous.”

I shook my head.

Of course I wouldn’t.

Plus, I wanted to please him. I knew it was silly of me. But I did.

He approached me, a full blown smile on his face, and took me by the waist. Carefully, slowly, with his eyes on mine, Andres wrapped me up in a hug.

And damn, it felt good. Almost too good.

I smiled with my cheek pressed against his chest, liking the way he seemed made for this.

He was made to hug me.

Growing up the way I did, affection was doled out stingily. We weren’t a family who readily embraced.

But living with Andres, I was getting used to his constant touches and the steady stream of admiration, praise, respect, and companionship.

“Good. I trust you and the ladies will have an awesome time,” he said, smiling as he dropped a soft kiss on my temple and let me go.

Swoon.

If Andres had asked me to stay home right then, I would have. Without question, I would have.

Knowing that he wouldn’t ask that of me. That he would never ask me not to go have dinner with my friends. Well, that just made me more determined to please him.

It made me like him just a little bit more.

Shit.

Truth was, I more than liked him.

It wasn’t my fault. He was just so, so much.

How could one man be so damn understanding?

So sweet?

So sexy?

I had no idea.

But since he was my man, I was going to accept it. More than that, I was going to revel in it.

What else could I do?

I didn’t want to deny my feelings.

For the first time ever, I felt safe, cherished, and protected. They were good feelings, and he was responsible for them.

Andres was a force to be reckoned with, and if I were being honest with myself, I would admit I just didn’t want to resist anymore.

The man swept me off my feet.

Literally.

In spite of everything I had been through, it was time to face the very real probability that I was already in love with my husband.