Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife

Chapter 19

My chest tightened, and I could barely breathe while I imagined what they must have been doing before I arrived at the Bradford Mansion.

Crying would do me no good, reason told me. Opening my eyes, I wiped the tears from my cheeks with my dry fingers.

I heaved a deep sigh, then straightened my spine again.

My thoughts drifted back to Grey. I wondered where he was now because I hadn’t seen him since the moment I entered the mansion.

Certainly, he hadn't left. I saw his car parked in the driveway, and I didn't see him leaving either.

Is Grey in his bed now? Asleep? Should I confront him about Natalia? I am his wife, so I am entitled to do so.

After a brief moment of contemplation, I decided to talk to him first thing tomorrow morning. I couldn't do it now anyway, with my head so confused and dazed. A full eight hours of sleep would make me feel better tomorrow, and my mind would be much clearer by the time I spoke to him.

Granting myself a favor, I finally pushed him out of my thoughts and instead focused my attention on leaving the tub.

Carefully, I rose from the tub. When my feet touched the tiled floor, dizziness hit me, and my hand abruptly tightened on the edge of the tub for support. I just stood there and waited until the dizziness subsided before grabbing the towel. I didn't bother rinsing under the shower; the milk bath I poured into the tub didn't require rinsing anyway.

Done drying my body, I hung the towel back on the rack.

It hadn't been long since I emerged from the tub when the heat consuming my body returned. I mumbled a curse under my breath as I became aware of the sexual tension building inside me, particularly the distinct desire coiling between my thighs.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I sucked in a deep breath to still my raging hormones. But the breathing method wasn't working; my hormones remained wild and frenzied.

I staggered to the door like a drunkard, my hand groping the wall to keep me on my feet.

I wanted to lie down on the bed and get some sleep if I could. Yet unless I reached the bedroom without slipping on the floor, I wouldn't be able to get what I wanted.

By the time I opened the door, the silvery moonlight that illuminated the bedroom was hidden behind a mass of thick clouds, draping the room in total darkness.

I reached the bed in one piece. I didn't even know how I got there, but anyway, I buried my head in a pillow and closed my eyes.

The discomfort I felt intensified just as I thought I had found the peace I was looking for. My body burned so hot as though I were consumed with fever, making me toss and turn in the queen-size bed.

Then my fingers touched something so hard yet so soft. Stunned, I traced the burning length with the tips of my fingers.

Realization then hit me like a sharp bolt of lightning. I shrieked in alarm.

The heavenly clouds parted, casting silvery shadows that illuminated the room, revealing the man lying on his back next to me, all his naked glory exposed.

“Grey?” I gasped in disbelief. The words emerged from my lips in a sultry whisper.

As though the sound of my voice awakened him from slumber, his eyes slowly fluttered open. His bright gray eyes bore into mine like glittering jewels in the dimly lit room.

His sleepy eyes wandered to my face as though he couldn't quite believe what he saw, and he frowned. “Lily?” Grey gasped in great disbelief. Just the sound of his bedroom voice made my knees turn to jelly. Good thing I was already lying on the bed; otherwise, the cold, hard floor would have caught me.

My lips parted to say something, but then his gaze drifted to my breasts, and my words were suspended. Instantly, my mind went blank. The words I wanted to say were all forgotten.

His sensual glare set my whole body aflame, making me more aware of the dampness between my thighs. As his eyes drifted downward, I followed his gaze and stopped where it landed.

My eyes instantly went wide in shock as I realized I was still tightly gripping his erection. I groaned in disbelief, but the sound that emerged from my lips was more of a moan than a groan.

Grey sucked in an abrupt breath, then clenched his teeth and closed his eyes.

My cheeks turned crimson red. I withdrew my hands, which still clung to his stiff erection. As I did so, my entire body jolted in violent opposition.

A protesting groan emerged from his lips. He opened his eyes, and when he focused them on me again, the desire evident in them surpassed the brightness of the silvery moonlight spilling into my bedroom.

For a time that seemed to go on forever, we remained staring at each other. If I hadn’t touched him and felt the hardness of his erection and the fire burning his skin just as it burned my own, I would have considered him an apparition—a product of my imagination.

Deep down inside me, I knew he was real now. The tip of my hand still tingled, reminding me of how he reacted when I touched him in his most sensitive area.

My throat went instantly dry. But it wasn’t water or any beverage I craved; it was the magical touch of his fingers trailing across my skin. I wanted his hard, muscled chest pressed against mine, but I didn’t dare move; I was afraid that once I touched him, he would pull away.

I swallowed deeply, ignoring the violent thump inside my rib cage.

His eyes were soft as they stared at me. Lifting his hand, he cupped my cheeks. “You’re real,” he said in a breathy voice, disbelief still ringing in it. “You’re real,” he repeated; this time he wasn’t trying to convince himself anymore.

Grey leaned so close that our lips were barely touching. His breath smelled of mint and wine. I took a deep breath, filling my chest with air. Desire coiled inside me, making my knees tremble in anticipation.

Lightly, his lips brushed against my own. Then he bit my lower lip, making me gasp in exhilaration. My pulse jittered, and my heart somersaulted inside my rib cage. Then both of his hands framed my chin. Without delay, he claimed my lips for a sweet kiss.

The kiss was hard and wild, making me forget the whole world existed. Tonight, there was nothing on my mind except him. The world could fade for all I cared.

Closing my eyes, I responded to the kiss with equal ferocity. My arms wrapped around his neck as he pressed his weight on top of me, supporting his body with both arms at my sides to keep me from being crushed under his heavy, muscled frame.

His mouth started moving again. This time the kiss was deeper and longer, as though we couldn’t get enough of each other. He urged my mouth to part, and it willingly opened, allowing him access inside. His tongue brushed against mine, and I returned the favor by entwining mine with his.

Suddenly, he stopped. My eyes abruptly flew open when I felt him put some distance between our naked bodies.

Before I could stop myself, a loud groan escaped from my lips.

I wanted him. Seeing him pull away painfully gnawed at my heart.

“Don't look at me like that,” he hissed under his breath, as though my emotions were painted all over my face. He gritted his teeth together, and for a moment, I could see the agony in his eyes.

“Do you want this to happen?” he asked, bright gray eyes locked onto my own.

Want is an understatement. I wanted him in a way words couldn't describe. I wanted him—heart, body, soul, spirit.

Not only that, but I wanted him even if he couldn’t reciprocate how I felt because he was already in love with someone else.

Tonight, I would show him how much I wanted him, even if I woke up in the morning regretting everything.

I brushed the tip of my nose against his own, then trailed butterfly kisses along his jaw afterward. He tensed and groaned in protest, but that didn’t stop me from kissing him with raw, burning hunger.