Free Husband Stay (Husband #2) by Louise Cusack Page A

he said
quietly from behind me. “Faking orgasms is a mistake. This is an opportunity.”
    His free arm slid
around my midriff, pulling me back against his body where I could feel
something very hard pressing against my lower back. I didn’t want to feel
anything—didn’t expect to feel anything over my embarrassment—but the moment he
touched me the tingling heat spread around my body again.
    When I didn’t pull
away, he stopped holding me in place to caress me, his thumb rising to stroke
against the bottom of one breast as he leant down to whisper in my ear. “I
don’t come until you do, Angela. That’s our rule. Every time.”
    Sweet Shiva.
How many times was he expecting to do it?
    I shook my head,
trying to clear it, to concentrate on what he’d said. I don’t come until you
do. I’d never heard that rule. Never imagined a rule like that. It was
ridiculous. Men wanted sex far more often than women did. Why would a woman
even try to have an orgasm every time they…
    But what if I
wanted sex as often as a man did?
    What about
looking after children?
    I shunted that
thought aside to consider the outrageous and completely liberating idea that I
might have quite a rampant libido if I was with someone I was attracted to.
Maybe I would want an orgasm every time. Maybe I’d demand it?
    No. I knew
I’d never demand that. But Jack was offering it. And maybe for one night of my
life I could bethe woman I wanted to be, instead of the woman I thought
was expected of me.
    Tomorrow I’d be
gone, and it didn’t matter what Jack thought of me. What really mattered was
what I thought of me. And this could be the perfect way for me to
discover who I really was, as a sexual woman. I shouldn’t walk away from that,
even if I was embarrassed.
    I couldn’t bring
myself to turn and face him so I said over my shoulder. “I’ve been a faker.” Wow,
that was hard. “I’m not doing that anymore.”
    He said nothing
for ten long seconds, then, “You were married. The girl on accounts told me
about your insurance being cancelled. Did you fake it with him?”
    I nodded.
    “But now you live
with a man.”
    I felt my body
stiffen as I thought What the hell?
    “I know I
shouldn’t have, but I wheedled your address from the hospital, and I went there
looking for you. He’s too young to be your husband.”
    I swallowed down a
sense of invasion. “You had no right—”
    “Are you faking
with him too?”
    This is too
much. Walk away.
    But I didn’t. Instead
I said, “Kamal is my cousin, not my lover. And why do you care?”
    “Do you have a
lover?”
    “Do you?”
    Seconds ticked
over before I realized he wasn’t going to answer that, so I came back to my
truth. This was my opportunity to be honest. I had nothing to lose. “I haven’t been
attracted to anyone else…that way.”
    My sideways
ponytail exposed the back of my neck and I felt his breath there, making me hot
and melty. When he spoke, his voice was husky. “But you’re attracted to me that
way .”
    I nodded to
myself. “Yes I am.” There was no point in denying it.
    Everything about
him from the way his neatly trimmed hair curled a little on his collar to his
beautiful suit and the way his hand still held the door shut over my head.
“I’ve never felt such a strong attraction.”
    I could have added
that I desperately wanted to turn around and rip his suit off to rediscover
what lay beneath it, but I waited, staring at the door. I’d made the first move
kissing him. It was his turn now.
    “I’ve never met
anyone sexier than you.” His voice was slightly rough, his hand caressing my
midriff again. “When I saw you singing with Noah Steele, I wanted to pull you
out of his arms and fight him for the right to be with you. And I’m not like
that,” he added.
    My breaths became
shallower as his negligently stroking hand rose to encompass my breast, his
thumb stroking the very hard nipple through my thin bra. I let my forehead drop
onto the door and he