The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 62

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Chapter 62 She was worth it.

**Kyle’s POV**

Her hands in my hair felt like coming home: Mia had never been this bold before always hesitant, always waiting for my lead But now her mouth moved against mine, nibbling playfully, teasing, coaxing me into responding the way the wants. “Mia,” I managed between kisses. “You’re drunk.”

Her cheeks flush, a pretty pink that spreads down her neck, but there’s a gleam in her eyes that makes my chest tighten. She laughed against my lips. “Maybe. Does it matter?”

It should. God knows it should. But when she pressed closer, all rational thought fled. This kiss was different – desperate, hungry, stripped of pretense. I could taste tequila on her tongue, mixed with something uniquely her.

“We shouldn’t,” I said, even as my hands settled on her waist, pulling her closer.

“Since when do you hesitate?” Her voice held a challenge that sparked something primal in my chest.

The sarcasm in her tone made me growl. Before I could stop myself, I had her pressed against the wall, my body caging hers. ” You’re playing with fire, Mia.”

Her laugh was breathless. “Maybe I want to burn.”

I realize this is getting out of hand. But I’m willing to do anything to make sure it never stops. I’m a sinner, going to hell, and I don’t care. It goes against everything I’ve worked for, but I want her to be mine again. Entirely. Unapologetically.

“Well, you had it coming.” I pause, my fingers resting just below the lace of her panties.

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans in, brushing her lips over my jaw, slow and deliberate, her breath warm against my skin. “Kyle, shut up and do something.”

That’s all the invitation I need.

I lift her easily, the world narrowing down to just us.

The feel of her skin beneath my fingertips is intoxicating. Every inch of her responds to my touch, and I drink in every sound she makes, every arch of her body beneath mine. She tugs at my hair, her breath warm against my ear. “Kyle…”

My name on her lips is a drug, and I crave more. “Say it again,” I whisper, trailing kisses down her neck, tasting the sweetness of her skin.

“Kyle,” she breathes, fingers digging into my shoulders as I press kisses along her collarbone.

I pause as I slide her panties down her thighs, watching her expression. “Mia.” My voice is rougher than I intended, but it’s the truth. The way the moonlight filters through the window, highlighting her curves, makes my chest ache.

Mia bites her lip. “Yes.”

I meet her gaze, holding it. “I want you,”

Her lips part, but I don’t let her speak. Instead, I kiss her deeply, pulling her close so there’s nothing between us but heat and desire. Her hands glide down my back, nails raking lightly ending jolts of electricity through me. I groan, pressing my forehead to hers, my breath ragged,Gosh.

I don’t need any more encouragement. My hands slide down her waist, gripping her hips as I roll us over, pinning her beneath me. Her legs wrap around me instinctively, and I take my time, savoring the way she responds, the way her body molds perfectly to mine. My lips travel lower, tasting, exploring, and Mia’s soft moans fill the room, wrapping around me.

I drag my mouth over the curve of her breast, feeling her heartbeat beneath my lips. The way she squirms under me, the way her fingers clutch at my shoulders, it’s like she’s trying to hold on to something steady. “Kyle…” she whispers again, her voice trembling.

Chapter 62 She was work

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I look up at her, the sight of her trusted cheeks and parted lips sending a fresh wave of desire through me. “I want to hear you,“ I murmut, my hands trailing down her sides, feeling the way she ashes into my touch. “Tell me what you want, Mia

She swallows, her breath ragged. “I… I want you.”

Good girl.

Her words are like fuel to the fire already burning inside me. I kiss a path down her stomach, feeling the tension in her muscles, the anticipation that humns between us like an electric current. She shivers, and I press my lips lower, tasting the soft skin of her inner thigh. She gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair, urging me on.

“Please,” she breathes, and I don’t make her wait any longer.

I want to make her fall apart, to lose herself completely in me. Her hips move with mine, a rhythm that feels natural, inevitable.

I kiss my way back up to her lips, capturing her mouth in a deep, slow kiss that leaves us both breathless. “Mia…” I groan against her mouth, my hands tangling in her hair as I hold her close.

Her eyes meet mine, dark with desire and something else–something deeper. “Don’t stop,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

I don’t.

Her body fits against mine like it was always meant to be there, and I realize that I never want this to end.

Later, the hot water pounded against my shoulders as I braced myself against the shower wall. What had I done? She was drunk, vulnerable, and I’d taken advantage. Everything I’d worked for shattered by one reckless night.

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