I swallowed instinctively, my body responding with heightened sensitivity to Ryan's touch. If he pushed just a little more, I was afraid I'd lose control completely—drowning in that storm of heat he stirred up.

Yet at the same time, my rational mind was desperately trying to wrestle with the heat building inside me.

Was I really about to sleep with him… already?

He kept calling me his wife, and part of me was starting to believe him. But I still had ...