KIERAN
The neckline of that dress was going to be the death of me.
It dipped low enough to show the swell of her breasts, the shadow between them. The silk clung to her body like it had been painted on, dark green against her pale skin, and all I could think about was ripping it off her. Tearing the fabric with my bare hands until there was nothing left but her.
My wife.
The desire hit me like a fist to the gut. Unwanted. Uncontrollable. I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted anything in my entire life, and the knowledge made me sick. Frustration and self-loathing burned beneath my skin, twin flames eating me alive from the inside out.
I pushed myself off the pillar. Took a step back. Put distance between us before I did something I couldn't take back.
My fingers found my cufflinks
