Leah
For a moment, I thought he'd go through with it, but he didn't. He just exhaled slowly and rested his forehead against mine, eyes closing like it cost him something to stop.
"f**k," he muttered, his voice rough, almost pained. "I want you... so badly, doll."
I tried my best not to squirm when my eyes caught the obvious bulge in his pants.
"Should you be acting this way when you're married?" I snapped, trying to summon anger to mask the ache building between my thighs.
He chuckled softly. "How did I get married without my knowledge?"
My brows pulled together.
"Unless," he went on lazily. "I was married to you before my memory loss."
The teasing only fueled my irritation. I tried to push away from him, but his hand held me in place.
"I'm not married," he said, the humour drai
