“Tyler!” Melanie admonishes him.
“What? He’s gotta know what your sex moans sound like. Unless—” He gasps dramatically. “Unless you’ve been faking it!”
Melanie picks a cushion up from the sofa and hits him over the head with it. “I have not been faking. Now stop.”
Laughing, he ducks away from her before she can land another blow. “Then why doesn’t he know the difference between the sounds you make getting a massage and the ones you make getting your rocks off? Have you two not even …” His mouth snaps shut, and he looks from me to Melanie with a wide-eyed expression. “Oh.”
She closes her eyes and takes a breath, then fixes her gaze on me and shakes her head. “I’m so sorry. He’s kind of a lot to deal with.”
Tyler scoffs. “I’m a fucking prize.” Then he snatches the pizza box from the coffee table. “But I think I’d better leave you two newlyweds to get better acquainted.”
She rolls her eyes at him. “You don’t have to go.”
He grins and tucks the pizza box under his arm. “Clearly I do. Because there is some very unresolved tension in this room.” He leans in and whispers the last part like it’s a secret.
As he walks past me, he holds out his hand again. “Real nice to meet you, buddy.”
Finally convinced that I walked in on something that sounded filthy but was in fact entirely innocent, I shake his hand.
“I’ll call you tomorrow, Goose,” he shouts over his shoulder on his way out the door.
I arch an eyebrow at Melanie. “Goose?”
She folds her arms over her chest, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Your wife?”
“You are my fucking wife,” I remind her.
She shrugs before grabbing the two empty soda glasses from the coffee table and carrying them to the kitchen island. I get the discarded pizza box and follow her, dumping it into the trash. She leans against the counter, observing me. “You seemed all kinds of jealous just then, Ice.”
I close the distance between us, and she tilts her head back, giving me a defiant stare. “Well, I came home early from my trip and heard you moaning ‘yeah, right there’ to some guy. What the hell was I supposed to think?”
She crosses her arms. “Well, I’m not a cheater.”
“Well, maybe if I knew what your sex moans sounded like, I would have realized that immediately.”
“Don’t feel bad.” She grins. “Very few guys have heard my actual sex moans.”
The thought of her with any other guy makes me want to punch a hole in something, but I swallow down the unexpected wave of jealousy because I’m having way too much fun playing with her. “Because so very few have agreed to sleep with you, or because they couldn’t make you come?”
A laugh bubbles out of her lips, but she quickly composes herself and gasps, feigning indignation. “That was low, Mr. James.”
“I can go lower.”
She bites her bottom lip, her eyes raking over my face. “I bet you can.”
I dip my head and press my mouth to her ear. “And I can guarantee I’d make you moan for real.”
Her breath catches, and then she purrs. “A guarantee, huh? That’s very bold of you.”
“One hundred percent or your money back.”
She laughs again, and the sound travels straight to my dick, making it jump in my pants. God, I fucking want her.
“I mean I’m intrigued, but …” She tilts her head and flutters her eyelashes.
“But what, Spitfire?” I trail my fingertips over her collarbone, along the slender column of her neck, and suppress a satisfied smile when she shivers at my touch. My mouth waters. I want to touch her. Taste her. Claim her. Her breathing gets heavier, but she doesn’t answer me. “How else are you going to prove to me that what you were doing on the couch with Tyler when I came in here was innocent? To avoid any further confusion, I think I need to know exactly what sounds you make when you come.”
She moistens her lips. “You make it sound like it’s a foregone conclusion that you could. I’m not built that way. It’s not easy for me to … let go.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, inhaling her intoxicating scent. “How about I make you a once in a lifetime offer, Mrs. James. I’ll give you one orgasm right now. No expectations, no strings attached. However you want it. What do you say?”
She presses her lips together like she’s deep in thought, and my heart races while I wait for her answer. Finally, she offers me a sweet smile. “Yes.”
Chapter
Twenty-Three
MELANIE
Nathan flashes an arrogant grin. Did I really just agree to this?
Yes. Yes, I did. Because the way he stormed in here a few moments ago calling me his wife, despite being possessive and asshole-ish, was spectacularly hot. And this thing between us has been brewing for weeks. We’re going to have to have sex eventually if we’re going to have kids, and if I’m honest, I assumed he would have pushed for it before now.
But this … this feels all about me. I can count on two fingers the number of guys who were patient enough to make me climax, but if Nathan James does sex like he does everything else in his life, I’m willing to bet he’ll refuse to give in until he makes it happen.
“How do you prefer your orgasms, Mrs. James?” He asks the question so casually while he rolls up his sleeves like he means business. The sight of his thick forearms render me mute until he tips my chin up with his forefinger. “Well?”
I blink at him. “What?”
