Billionaire's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8 Chelsea went out of the bedroom where Christie was napping with Peter as Dave and their menacing enormous host parted ways. She waited until the massive black-haired male had walked away before approaching. Dave gave her a sidelong glance, his eyes wide with surprise. “Is everything okay with your friend?” she inquired. He grumbled, raking his hand through his blond hair. “I wouldn’t call Sebastian a buddy just yet, but we’re fine.” Chelsea shuddered as she registered the name. It was an appropriate title for the brusque, intimidating man. “If Sebastian’s glower is any indication, he doesn’t appear to be delighted to be burdened with guests.” “Are you serious? That’s his normal, happy face,” Dave said, exposing the twin dimples that had always charmed her. “How are Christie and Peter getting along?” “Exhausted. They’ve already fallen asleep.” “You should be,” he continued, his voice softening to a compassionate worry. His hand was tenderly placed on her shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get you situated in the other room.” Being in this foreign area, feeling safe despite the fact that she was on the run from an awful man and his network of criminal companions, seemed absurd. Dave took care of it for her. When she was with him, she always felt safe. The pistols and knives bristling from his waist belt had nothing to do with how safe he made her feel. It was always him, the man, who could put her at rest.

He aroused her just as much. As they stood together at the chamber’s open threshold, her skin still felt too hot, too tight. Everything they’d said in the vehicle, the stolen kisses they’d exchanged in those brief seconds of semi-privacy earlier tonight, hung between them like a wound that needed to be treated.

Dave appeared to be aware in the same way she was. The heat radiating from him was palpable, his touch at the small of her back light, yet searing. She wanted to feel his hands on her everywhere, not just in comfort or reassurance, but in passion. He cursed as his eyes met hers, his hazel irises dark but glittering with flecks of amber. “For God’s sake, don’t look at me like that, sweetheart. I’m hanging by a thread here.” “I am too.” She couldn’t resist reaching up to him, letting her hands skim the firm muscles of his chest. “I’ve been hanging by a thread since you showed up at my apartment with pizza all those years ago, Dave. I don’t care if Catherine will kill me now.”

His heart was thundering. His pulse slammed against her palm, hammering like a drum. He searched for her gaze for a long moment, his breath rolling in deep, panting gusts. The curse that boiled out of him was sharp and hissed between his teeth. “I wasn’t expecting any of this. My first duty is to my company. I have a mission to carry out. Until I’m certain I’ve completed it, I shouldn’t be thinking about anything else. Not even you. Hell, especially not you.”

“Of course. I understand.” She glanced away, weathering a sting she hadn’t seen coming.” Dave, I didn’t mean to suggest—”.

He took her hand and hauled her against him, silencing her with a kiss. When he drew back from her lips, his gaze had gone molten. “I have no right to be thinking about anything but my duty to the company. That’s what I keep telling myself, Chelsea. But then I look at you and none of those other things matter.”

She swallowed, watching the fire dance in his eyes. His pupils were narrowed to thin black slits, and his teeth surged even larger behind his parted lips. The sight of his transformation sped her pulse, while at her hip, the hard steel of his arousal sent a current of hot need licking through her senses and straight into her core.

“I walked away once,” he snarled. “God help us both. I don’t think I can ever do it again. You are mine and always will be mine.”

His name was a jagged sigh on her lips as he grasped her face in his palms and covered her mouth with his once more. Kissing her so deeply she could hardly find her breath. He walked her backward into the chamber with him, kicking the door closed behind them with his boot heel.

Something wild had been unleashed in him. She saw it in his eyes and heard it in the rough scrape of his voice. And now all of that unhinged desire was pouring into her through his kiss.

“You’re mine,” he murmured against her mouth. Her moan of confirmation evidently wasn’t enough. “Say it, Chelsea. Let me hear it.”

“Yes.” Oh, God. She could hardly hold the desire that raced through her. Every hot sweep of his lips over hers, every carnal thrust of his tongue, inflamed a need in her that was swiftly burning out of control. “Please, Dave. I need you. I need to feel you inside me.”