Page 42 of Jaylen

He turned her so that he could see who she was referring to.

“Models. Commercial. We worked together on several projects.”

She gave him a curious look. “And you are telling me that you have never slept with any of them.”

“No, my suspicious one.” He kissed the tip of her nose for the hell of it.

“Not even the one with ebony skin and spiky hair. She looks like she would like to tear my hair out.”

“Her name is Karlene and she always looks mean.”

“She might be hungry.”

He laughed, green eyes twinkling. They were attracting a lot of attention., but did not seem to notice. “Why would you say that? There is enough food here to feed an army.”

“And I bet the champagne is the only thing they have had since they have been here. Models are always starving for their profession. Except you of course. You eat like a damn horse.”

“I am still growing,” he teased.

“I can attest to one area that I swear grows each time I see it.” His body lurched when she sneaked a hand between them to cup him. “See, growing.”

“Anika—"he hissed out a breath and missed a step. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Just checking.” She gave him a smug smile and to his intense relief, let go of him to put her hand on his chest. “Still growing.”

He gave her a pained look. “How would it look if I drag you out of here and find the nearest empty room?”

“It would look as if we are newlyweds and cannot keep our hands off each other," she sighed softly. “And I should not have done that.”

“You are damn right—"

“Because now I want you to find an empty room and we can do something about this heat.”

He went still at that, ignoring the couples swirling around them. “Do you mean that?” he asked her hoarsely.

“Yes.”

“Then let’s get the hell out of here.”

They did not find an empty room but made the journey home. He wanted to take her just as they cleared the doorway but waited until they were upstairs.

“We did not say our goodbyes.” He was out of breath and sweating and realized that he had been more than a little rough.

“Rude of us.” She trailed her fingers over the beads of sweat on his chest. “Do you think they knew why we left so abruptly?”

“I think so and I do not care.” Picking up the hand tormenting him, he kissed the palm.

“And those women eyeing you like choice piece of meat probably hate me even more.” She liked the look of him, after the raunchy lovemaking. His blonde hair was tangled, green eyes clouded over with the leftover passion.

She was sliding into something and was not ready to dissect it yet. She had automatically and without protest moved over into the master bedroom and they spent every night together.

“I never slept with any of them.” He kissed her forehead, feeling the tenderness for her rearing up inside him. He was proud of her and territorial. He had found himself watching her when she was with the rest of the wives and had not cared for the comments one of the men had made about her.

“You struck gold right there, Monteith,” he had said with a leer. “With a body like that—"

“You are going to want to stop right there," he had warned with steel in his voice.

“No disrespect.”