The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 71

“Mine or yours?” Jacob asked when a while later, he led Isabelle by the hand towards the bedrooms.

Isabelle looked between the two doors. Was she really doing this? Sparks flew up her arm from where he caressed her wrist with his thumb. Yes, she was.

“Yours,” she replied. She had never been in his room before. She wanted to lie in his bed and surround herself with his scent.

“As you wish,” he said, reaching for his door and pushing it open. He caught her by surprise seconds later when he hooked his arm below her knees and the other around her back and scooped her off her feet.

“What are you doing?” she asked, even as she wrapped her arms around his neck securely.

“Carrying you over the threshold,” he told her, stepping into the room and then kicking the door shut. “This is the first time you are coming into my room. It’s momentous.”

She smiled like a fool as she looked up at him, a strange warmth spreading over her insides. He was really a handsome man. She must have thought that a hundred times already, but looking at him from so closely made her want to sigh.

It also made her want to touch his face, and she unhooked one hand from around his neck and traced her fingertips over his cheeks and jaw.

He stopped when he got to the side of the bed and looked down at her, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he said all of a sudden. “Have I ever told you that?”

She blushed fiercely and dropped her hand from his face. “I…I’m sure you have.” She honestly couldn’t remember. How was she expected to engage her brain when he was looking at her like she was the centre of the world?

“You are,” he said. “You’re the most beautiful wife in the world. I’m the luckiest man alive.”

He sounded sincere, but she decided to not take it to heart. He was a seasoned playboy–or so she had heard–so he probably said those kinds of things to women all the time. Besides, she was just his fake wife. But, knowing both things didn’t keep a rush of dopamine from flooding her system.

“I’m just your pretend wife,” she reminded him in a small voice.

His smooth brow creased for a second. “We’ll deal with that soon,” he said, and then lowered her to the bed.

Deal with that soon? What did he mean?

The part of her brain that was always in a hurry to remind her that she was just a replacement for her adoptive sister attempted to grab her attention, but she stomped it down.

She wanted this. For just one night. At least here, their attraction to each other was mutual and true. She wasn’t lying to herself or to him about this one thing.

“What are you thinking about?” Jacob asked, looking at her as he uncuffed his sleeves and then reached up to unbutton his shirt.

Isabelle fought the urge to look away. She had already come this far. It was too late to let her shyness take over. “Nothing,” she said.

He arched an eyebrow. “Really? Not even about all the things you want to do to me?”

She shook her head quickly. Those thoughts were not to be shared.

Jacob chuckled as he worked his way down his row of buttons. “You’re so cute.”

Cute? He thought she was cute? Was that a good thing? She wanted to be sexy to him. She pursed her lips at her thought. As if. She would have to try harder to achieve that. Her throat went dry as he finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it back on his arms, revealing his torso and arms.

She licked her lips unconsciously and her core clenched as she watched him. She wanted to touch every inch of that skin, feel the taut muscles beneath her fingers, lick him all over with her tongue–

She tore her eyes away from him. What was she thinking? She had never had such detailed thoughts about a man before.

The farthest she had gone with her former boyfriends was a kiss and the occasional grope, and she was always good at keeping them in line. No matter how much they tried to tempt her, she never gave in. Maybe that was because she never had these kinds of thoughts towards them. If she had, it wouldn’t have been so easy to keep from sleeping with them.

She couldn’t understand why it was so easy for Jacob to make her want to do those things. Maybe it was because he was the most attractive man she had ever been involved with. And he was definitely sexy.

Way too sexy. He probably received a lot of attention from women wherever he went.

The thought of women trying to get his attention grated on her nerves. She looked down at the ring he had given her. Why was she the only one wearing a wedding ring? She also wanted other women to know he was taken. Pretend husband or not, if he could warn off other men from her, she could also do the same for him.

“Okay, now you are going to tell me what you are thinking about,” his voice drew her back to him.

She pulled out of her thoughts and faced him as he got onto the bed and sat down next to her. His shoulder brushed against her side as he looked down at her inquisitively.

She inhaled deeply and said, “I want you to wear a ring too.”