All Chapters of MARRYING MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCEE: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

Cassia looked around the restaurant again. Holding her back so straight and being on her guard was exhausting. like her see-sawing emotions. One minute she’d feel herself start to open, like a flower turning towards the sun, and the next she’d remember and close up. Calix was so much harder to handle when he was Cassia had been about to say nice things to herself, but he wasn’t even being particularly nice; he was being polite and civil, and she was like a pathetic mouse, picking up crumbs.The dinner had been exquisite, and the surroundings were beautiful. They’d been treated like royalty since they’d arrived. But this seesawing wouldn’t stop. As if a force bigger than her was playing with her like a puppet on a string. What made it even harder was that their conversation hadn’t strayed into any dangerous areas, and she’d found herself genuinely enjoying talking to him. She felt herself relaxing, ever so slightly. I was even laughing briefly at one point, which felt great after weeks

When Cassia woke the next morning, her stomach muscles felt tender. She must have sensed something because just as she came fully awake, her door opened. Calix. Dressed and looking fresh and bright. Clean shaven. Her belly tightened and she pulled the sheet up around her neck.He walked in and opened the curtains that covered the French doors leading onto her veranda. He stood looking out for a minute, hands stuck deep in his pockets, and then turned around. "How are you feeling today?""Much better," she said, "thank you." I’m—’He slashed a hand in the air. Don’t say sorry, Cassia; you couldn’t help it. You must have some kind of sensitivity to liqueurs. Maybe the shellfishYou mean a sensitivity to the past!She watched warily as he came close to the bed. He looked so tall, imposing, and masculine.‘I’m afraid I have to go to London for a couple of days. One of our ships has had a mutiny of sorts among the crew…’ His mouth quirked. ‘It would appear that only I can sort it out.’Cas

And suddenly, it didn’t matter right at that moment why she was there, because all Cassia was aware of was his thigh between hers and how she ached to feel more, to experience him fully. She could have tried to run away, but she might as well be running from herself. Maybe if he’d come out with clothes on, maybe this heated insanity wouldn’t have taken over her body and soul... But to have seen him naked...With a guttural, broken moan of something in Greek, he bent his head and took her mouth in an onslaught so savage and so passionate that Cassia’s head almost exploded with the feeling. Electricity coursed through her body. Unable to resist the overwhelming need, she strained to meet him on tiptoe, wrapping her arms around his neck. She ached to be closer and welcomed his thigh between hers, trapping it. She could feel the moist expression of her lust between her thighs, moistening her pants, and she moved subtly against him. The pulse between her legs beat for release.He tore his

Cassia woke with the first tentative light of dawn streaming into the room. She was on her side, facing Calix. Just a hair’s breadth away from touching, they were so close that if she sucked in a deep breath, her breasts would touch his chest. She looked at his face, which looked so much younger and vulnerable in repose. None of the phenomenally successful businessmen were in evidence, and it reminded her so much of the young man she’d known that a lump formed in her throat. A completely unbidden, monumental wave of tenderness and something else washed over her, and she went stiff with instant panic. No, she couldn’t—wouldn’t—allow it to rise. She knew if she did that, she would be admitting something that would have the potential to devastate her life even beyond what she already knew to be possible.She reasoned with herself that it was completely understandable that all these feelings would be emerging. How many people got to realize their dreams and long-held fantasies? And what a

When he probed, she sighed; his tongue touched the seam of her lips, and she opened a little more. But still he didn’t enter. Her nerve ends tingled, and her blood hummed. She lifted her hands to his shoulders, trying to tell him silently that she was giving in, acquiescing, and then she knew exactly what he wanted. Tentatively at first, she darted her tongue forward in an erotically innocent foray, touched his mouth, traced his lips... and then delved into that dark moistness of his mouth, feeling emboldened and heady when his tongue finally met and tangled with hers.She felt a hand under her loose top cup on one breast, a thumb pad running back and forth over her nipple. Her tongue thrust harder, and she arched her back, pressing her breast into his palm. And then, as if a light switch had gone on, he pulled back, put his hands on her shoulders, and looked deeply into her shocked, glazed eyes.‘See? That’s all we need to worry about…for as long as it lasts, we’re going to be marrie