Chapter 51: Taming His Wife.
Just as she thought he might draw closer, perhaps to kiss her, Alaric shifted, breaking the spell. He moved away, much to her surprise, and picked up a pair of gloves from the table in front of her.
She blinked, her breath still shallow, as the moment they had shared hung in the air, unfinished.
Was he teasing me? Her eyes widened as she realized what was happening. He was putting the gloves on, and not just putting them on, but doing so in a way that was sensual, deliberate.
The leather hugged his hands, fitting over his long fingers and muscled forearms, the movements so languid that it drew her full attention.
She could only watch, her mouth going dry, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering wildly.
Gods, he’s too much.
The way his arms flexed as he pulled the gloves into place sent a shockwave of desire through her. She had never thought something as simple as putting on gloves could feel so... intimate.
It was as if the room shrank, the space between them tightening as she watched him in a daze, her lips parting in awe.
Before she could form a coherent thought or ask what he was doing, a loud knock came from the door. The sound startled her, making her jump, and she nearly yelped.