Chapter Eighteen

I was shattering into pieces of myself, some trying to escape the desire burning inside my belly and some trying to hold on to it for dear life. He had rendered me a senseless, thoughtless mass of flesh within a matter of minutes. The only thing that kept me upright was his possessive hold around my body.

I hadn't even noticed that he was fully clothed behind my body until he popped the buttons of his shirt and threw away the wet fabric.

Then his hands fumbled with the remaining knots of my dress and tugged the silk material down my body along with my panties. It fell around my ankle and I stepped out of it, a little wobbly. I could feel the hard muscles of his abs against my spine and it only made me a bigger mess.

I looked over my shoulder to watch my husband's taut back in the bathroom mirror. The water pelting down his body made him look ten times more handsome with silky, inky black hair and tanned skin. I wanted to run my hands down those ripped muscles but I really didn't get