Goodbye, Mr. Ex-Husband, I Won't Come Back novel Chapter 31

The moment Logan’s back hit the wall behind him, I crashed into him.

It wasn’t just impulsiveness, not even close but a spiral of sedimented desires supressed brutally by me to save my fragile feeling.

But body rebelled. It craved the touch of the man who made me feel all those forbidden feelings.

“Tessa, do you really want this?” He grabbed my hands which were clutching his shirt for my dear life.

My chest was tight, my lungs almost gave up when his warmth met my coldness creating a spark of fire inside me.

It was a reverse reaction which forced me to place a kiss on his chin.

“Will you give in if I say ‘yes‘?” I looked into those dark eyes.

I knew, his own patience was hanging with a lose cord. It made my heart flutter seeing that I still had an effect on him.

“Tessa, you’re drunk.” He whispered, his breathing became ragged when my lips brushed on his bare chest.

His body stiffened against mine.

“Let’s just say if something happens between us tonight, it’s because I am drunk and I won’t blame you.” I said, my voice came out merely a whisper of my breathing.

He stared at me, it was hard to tell what was he thinking but my heart sank. I felt like I just made a fool of myself.

“I didn’t mean to say..it..I…I am sorry.” My cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and disappointment.

Logan released my waist and cupped my face but in the next moment I gasped when he placed his lips on the side of my neck, a weak spot that he knew very well. His tongue drew circles on my skin.

I didn’t wish to but I couldn’t help when a soft moan escaped my mouth. My reaction only made him kiss me there for little longer.

I gasped when his hands moved on my back, his fingers tracing every curve before he rested them on my hips. I bit my lip, my gaze fixated on the ground.

He tilted my chin up to make my hazy eyes meet his dark ones.

“Don’t apologize for wanting me. It’s not wrong to desire your own husband because I don’t regret it either.” He whispered in a husky tone.

My pulse paced up as he pulled me closer that our chests collided. For many reasons, my eyes teared up and I saw tenderness in those beautiful eyes when he used his thumb to wipe the tears.

“Logan…do you want me?” I dared to ask in my betraying tone.

“Want me to prove it through my actions rather than my words?” He nuzzled his nose on my left cheek, his warm breath falling on my face, “I absolutely hate it when that fucker comes near you or tries to touch you, Tessa. You’re still my wife and I don’t like when you talk to him.”

Jealousy and possessiveness were all that I could clearly see on my soon to be ex–husband. He didn’t have the right to forbid me from seeing Adrian when he was openly parading his love for my cousin.

“And I hate it when I see you and Raelynn together. I feel like dying is a better option than living and waiting for the day when she’ll be the one to share your last name.” I confessed taking in the opportunity when we both were speaking, honestly.

“I never meant to hurt your feelings, Tessa. You are a kind soul, a rare gem who filled the void in my life but in return I only gave

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you pain. I should be the one to feel terrible but I promise I’ll stay loyal to you till the day-”

“We’ll get divorced and it’s happening in three days.” I concluded for him.

“Let’s not talk about it tonight.” With this, he crashed his lips over mine, swallowing my lips, sucking the moisture while his hands tried to find the zipper of my dress.

In a swift moment, he unzipped it and it loosened, revealing most of my upper half body. My fingers fidgeted to open his shirt’s button.

He withdrew his lips when we both were breathless.

“For the one last time I am asking you, Tessa. Say no and I won’t do it.” His words reached into my ear while his hand slipped under my dress, trailing his fingers around the waistband of my panties.

“Not here. I don’t want Lucas to wake up.” I breathed out.

He smirked and he didn’t need another word. Picking me up like a baby koala, he led us into our marital bedroom, the same room where we made love for countless times.

Sliding me down, he made me sit on the edge of the bed, his hands slid on my thighs, we were still fully clothed. I could barely breathe at this point. With his thick fingers, he moved my panty lace to the side and pressed his thumb over my throbbing

wetness.

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