Chapter 50 Please don't be shy
“Oh, shut up and kiss me," Karen muttered, but Roger was stunned by her boldness. By the time he regained himself and cupped her jaw, she smiled sweetly and pulled away. "Too late."
Roger wanted to cry. His little wife had played a fast one on him. She was slippery, unpredictable, and damn irresistible.
Turning to admire the orchids once more, Roger grabbed her arm, swiftly twirling her around and trapping her safely in his arms. His lips met hers, his tongue slowly parted her soft rosy lips, making her stomach flutter.
Her heart pounded as he deepened the kiss, her hand pressing the back of his neck and pulling him closer. That singular action sparked something inside him, increasing the intensity of the kiss.
It was messy, desperate, and way too honest to take back. Pulling away, Karen’s face and ears were all red as she lowered her head shyly.
Roger didn’t kiss her like it was the first time. He kissed her like he’d been waiting lifetimes for this exact moment.
They both remembered their first kiss. By then, Roger was under the influence of a strange drug, but she was in her right mind, though she had a few shots of liquor.
In a sense, this was their first real kiss, and being at her favorite place in the world, one she wouldn’t trade for anything else, it was magical.
Karen spent the rest of the day in the garden, and though Roger had more interesting places to show her, he didn’t pressure her.
It was only after she fell asleep in the garden that he carried her to the bedroom, lowering her gently onto the extravagant bed.
Her body was just inches away when her fingers wrapped tightly around his neck, and she whispered in his ear, "I want to shower first."
With a smile, he carried her to the shower room, setting her gently in the jacuzzi. The warm water seeped through her clothes, drenching her wet. She gasped as a sweet scent wafted through her nose.
"When did you have this arranged?" She was still slightly drowsy from sleep, but the scent of the natural oils was alluring.
If she didn’t know any better, she’d say that her husband was trying to seduce her. Even a rock would be aroused by such a sweet scent.
All this while, she was looking for a thousand ways to get over him but now, she was right back into the arms of the very man she wanted to hate so much.
"About a month ago, but I had the workers coming in to change the water every day and ensuring that everything is in place," he said honestly before looking at her wet clothes.
"Mind if I take them off for you?"
The question caused the sleep to clear from her face completely but not the desire sweeping through her. From her reaction, Roger swallowed his desire and instead asked, "wine or ice cream?"
Karen contemplated. Roger's presence was driving her crazy, and she needed something to keep her calm. "Wine."
A smile curled the corner of Roger's lips, making her wonder if she made the right choice, but looking around, she felt lost. The shower room was so huge, she could fit her father's living room in there.
Roger returned with an expensive wine, seated in a floral wine bucket ice mold and a drinking glass, but he was also in his boxer shorts, the sight of his well-defined muscles causing Karen's face to turn red.
"You shouldn't have taken your clothes off," she murmured. “And did you mold that yourself?” The ice mold was not something one would see on the shelf to purchase.
Roger smirked and fed her wine. As she sipped, he replied in a desire-filled voice, "Is my little wife crushing on me? And yes, I molded this specially for you."
Karen pushed the drink away and lowered herself into the jacuzzi, upon hearing his response, allowing the lather to hide her embarrassment.
How thoughtful could Roger be and how could he suddenly love her so much to do all these, when he was clearly obsessed with Tonia before her leaving?
Setting the wine glass aside, Roger joined her inside the water, pulling her out gently. Gasping, her arms wrapped around his naked body, and he took the initiative to unzip her dress from behind.
Karen stiffened in his arms, making him halt his actions as he began to explain. "You are my wife, kitten. Please don't be shy."
"For a week," she reminded him, it was tantamount to the stab of a knife. Swallowing tightly, he removed locks of hair from her face, and their gazes locked.
His touch on her skin felt hot, causing her to melt. Everything inside her wanted him, just as he desired her, and yet, she wouldn't give in.
Pressing his forehead against hers, he made a daring resolve. "Kitten, if one week is all I have, then please don't remind me. Allow me to make the best of it."
Her lips parted, but before any word could come out, it was swallowed by Roger's tongue dancing with hers.