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Falling For My Husband (British Billionaires #1) Page 59
Author: Pamela Ann

“Enough to promise me that you’ll always be mine?” She dared ask as she came close, nose barely touching my neck as she tip toed and inhaled me—like how I used to do it with her. “Is this a smell of a man who is willing to be with me?”

The temperature in the room was cool, but I was sweating buckets. Stella… in control… was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, I was utterly rendered thoughtless—speechless.

A groan rumbled from my chest when her finger played with the edge of the towel that was loosely wrapped around my hips, costing me ten years of my life.

“Have you stroked yourself thinking of me, my love?” she asked, finger teasing me to oblivion.

Everyday. Every night. “In the shower, every time, without fail.”

She purred at that, ni**les hardening before my very eyes. My tongue gathered saliva as if those pebbled buds were already in my lips, tasting them.

“Did you touch yourself just now when you showered while I was out here thinking about you?”

When I said without fail. I meant. Without. Fail. Ever. “Yes.”

With a quick tug, she had my towel pooling around my feet. Without glancing at my throbbing shaft, I simply focused on her face, burning her into my memory.

“Is this how you do it husband?” Innocent eyes stared back at me as her hands wrapped around my length, leisurely stroking it up and down, hardening me until I was blue and purple.

“Yes.” I became a one-word utter sap. Enthralled and hypnotized by the spellbinding sensations my wife was bestowing me, but most of all, the empowered look she had simply engulfed my senses.

How I want you Stella… how I bloody f**king want you, I yearned some more as I watched in vain…

Waiting.

Still.

“What do you think about when you touch yourself thinking about me, Callum?” Stella asked, biting her lip before she upped her audacity. “Do you ever think about me… doing this?” She was on her knees, as I watched with fascination as her mouth took me whole.

Fuck me.

I was glued, watching her pleasure me, but when I thought I couldn’t handle any more of it, I pulled her to her feet before I took her to bed, throwing myself above her.

She finally came to me…

The heady recognition of what that meant held me captive. “Am I still in your heart, Stella?”

“Always.” She kissed me gently. “I’m yours… even if I didn’t wished to be.”

Did she still wish not to be mine? Her words hung above my head as I kissed her back.

“Tell me you love me, Stella.” I begged as I ripped her sheer nightwear off, before I ripped her underwear into smithereens. “I need to hear you keep saying it.”

The animal in me was seizing my entirety. The need to mate and be with my woman was beyond primal.

“I love you, Callum.” She writhed against my cock, clasping her legs behind my back. “Make me yours. Show me how much you’ve missed me my love.”

Snap.

Something broke, like a blasted damn, and everything became a blur as I made love to my woman.

~C~

It was after the second time we made love when Stella rolled atop me, kissing my face, when her curiosity got to her. “So, where are you’re dates?”

I studied her face, before responding to her with honesty. “Well, I sent them away.” My arms wrapped around her hips, before I rolled her onto her back.

“Right.”

I kissed her some more. “Very right.” This felt right… there were no other words for it.

“How many women have you shagged since me?”

That broke our connected lips, as I peered into her face, wondering. “Is this a question you really want me to answer to?”

She looked away, before nodding her head. “Yes. It is. I need to know.”

“Really?” I had to make sure.

Eyes darted me a hateful glare. “Fuck yes. Now hurry and stop making me crazy.”

“Not one.”

She cursed as she pushed me off, enraged. “Not one what? Not one redhead but tons of blondes? None what?”

She didn’t believe me, but it was the truth. “Not one woman, Stella.”

That made her think for a second. “You weren’t even tempted? Not even oral?”

“No. Not once.” I sighed. “Although, I did want to try but I couldn’t do it.”

Her eyes turned into slits. “Not even with those dates? You shared a room with them.”

“Nope.”

My answer didn’t seem to please her an iota.

“So, you’re telling me that you had two beddable women and you what? Played Scramble together?” Stella pressed further.

How did I explain this… without sounding odd?

“They were for show, okay?” Best I kept going with that statement. “I didn’t want to look so affected after you, so I had to keep up a façade. The girls do what they like as long as the remained here while I worked in the adjacent office. Most times, they do online shopping. Paint toenails and play Candy Crush. Does that suffice or do you need me to give you a whole rundown?”

“Candy Crush? Great.” She pushed me back on the bed, grinning. “Nope. I think you’re in the clear.”

I think I’m falling for you, the words surfaced as I kissed her… but now I had come to realized that I didn’t need to insert the think… that I was mad for her but my fear got the best of me.

The three-letter word frightens the living daylights out of me. I knew I should’ve said it then, but saying it out loud made it all too real… and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to step into that direction.

The point of no return—because the second I announce those words to her, I could never take it back. Not only was I frightened, but I’m also hesitant that what I’m feeling right at this moment might not be the real thing. It could be infatuation, or a fleeting moment of madness because I was so caught up in needing her… wanting her in my life. So I had held my tongue in check, knowing it was wiser to say them when I had no doubt, no room for uncertainty that it was truly what I felt for her—and I have come to that—I knew now.

It was only a matter of time until I told her the truth.

Life was certainly brighter.

For two days, we joined the rest of my friends explore the little cities along the French and Italian Riviera. I had never felt more fun, carefree and very much besotted by having Stella with me.

It was our last night. Tomorrow, we were heading back to the real world, back to London. So I decided to take her in Positano and enjoy a moment with her. As much as I liked being with my friends, I needed to spend some time with Stella. Yes—I bloody needed it.

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