The Wife Is A Superstar 4

Chapter 714 - I Take It Back

"Dammit." Lisa forced himself to recite as many digits as he could in the value of pi in an effort to kill his raging erection.

He only needed to think about his baby girl for a second and his little brother down below was already raring its hungry head in search for her sweet, wet heat. The power his woman had over his desire was no joke. His only consolation was the knowledge that she would also react the same way as him in the same situation.

Reciting the value of pi once again proved its usefulness. It not only calmed his erection but also lulled him to sleep after a few minutes. Its effect was even more potent than the traditional counting of sheep.

When he reached a state between being awake and falling completely asleep, he became vaguely aware of the sound of a door being opened. There were other soft, quiet sounds but he felt too sleepy to care.

That was until he felt a dip on the couch directly beside him and a familiar touch on his chest.

His baby girl's beautiful voice called for him softly. "Hon?"

He instantly awakened but didn't open his eyes. He pretended to sleep, wanting to know what she was going to do next.

"Honey?"

It was torture not to respond to her when all he wanted was to grab and kiss her like a ravenous madman. He tamped his desire down and continued lying still. Despite all this, a sweet warmth which originated from her delicate hand pressing on his chest already began to seep straight to his heart and spread to his entire body. If he wasn't pretending to sleep, he would already be sporting a huge grin, knowing that she was the one who gave in first this time and not him.

To be honest, he didn't expect that she would be the first one to seek him out after their fight earlier. He thought that she already fell asleep, yet now here she was, calling him and trying to wake him up with her sweetness. Then a thought entered his mind.

'Don't tell me this is one of her extreme mood swings again. I won't be deceived this time!'

He was solidifying his plan to continue pretending to sleep when he felt a finger poke his cheek.

"Wake up."

He almost jumped out of his skin when he felt her warm breath tickle his ear which also had a direct effect on his groin. It wasn't only that. Because she was bending, her soft breasts covered by satin, probably her sleeping robe, were pressing on his arm. His fingers twitched with the urge to grab them and play with his favourite pair of treasures. But he immediately sobered up upon remembering that it was this pair of treasures which caused their fight in the first place.

They ought to be sore and sensitive right now. In short, off-limits.

Shit.

This was torture.

While he was mentally bemoaning his current plight, he felt the sweetest lips press a soft kiss on his own cold lips. He almost groaned, fighting against the instinct to deepen the kiss and feed his tongue inside her delicious mouth.

He felt her nibble and suck on his lips, even sweeping her tongue over them, tickling them, and trying to get them to open up. Despite the pleasurable thrum of electricity her kiss was causing him, he still refused to give in and continued pretending to sleep.

Annoyed that he wasn't waking up from her ministrations, she bit his lower lip. It wasn't hard to the point of bleeding but it hurt enough for him to be forced to "wake up".

A look of joy lit up her face when he opened his eyes. But when he didn't say anything but only looked at her without giving away any emotion, her eyes dimmed and became contrite.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" he asked. "It's already so late. Go back to the bedroom and sleep."

Her eyes widened in slight disbelief at his cool tone. "You're not returning to bed with me?"

"No."

"Why?"

"You kicked me out of bed, remember?"

"I take it back. I want to sleep beside you tonight."

"Still no. Go back to the bedroom. I'll sleep here. We're both tired. Let's talk tomorrow instead."

"Lisa—"

He closed his eyes but not before seeing the look of hurt on her face. Pain also pinched his heart but he didn't have the best temper at the moment. Perhaps after a night's sleep, his mood would improve and he could once again have his usual patience for her. Not perhaps. He was positive that he would return to the loving and indulgent partner to her tomorrow. But for now, he needed to rest.

She sat up but didn't leave or make any other movements. Silence descended between them.

The long minutes ticked by. Lisa became increasingly worried about her. Sunrise was only a few short hours away. He knew how exhausted she must be feeling right now and yet she was still wide awake, staring at him while he pretended to sleep. Oh yes, he could feel her looking at him. Her gaze felt like a heavy weight slowly making him sink to the bottom of a dark sea.

He was about to end this standstill between them when he heard her whisper. It was so soft that he almost missed it but there it was, like the light flutter of butterfly wings, seemingly insignificant at first but had the power to cause hurricanes far away at a later time.

"I'm sorry."

Such simple words, but the emotions they carried were enormous.

His eyes snapped open. He found her eyes glistening with tears, but she was rapidly blinking them away, trying not to let them fall.

"I didn't mean to yell at you...or kick you out of our room." She grabbed his hand and held it against her cheek. "I...I don't know what came over me. My emotions, they're all over the place...and it's so hard to control them."