The Wife Is A Superstar 4

Chapter 744 - Shot Himself In The Foot

Just imagining it made Jennie tremble. If what happened to the Vetrovs the hellish night they were all annihilated also were to happen to Lisa and their loved ones, she wouldn't be able to take it! The tragedy in her past life was, in a sense, a form of release for her. But if a similar tragedy were to befall her again in this life, she would fight to the very end to prevent it.

"What's wrong, love?" Lisa's worried voice interrupted the nightmare playing inside her mind. His warmth enveloped her and gradually eased her trembling. "You must be cold wearing that thin jumpsuit. Come. Let's get you changed into something warmer and more comfortable."

He led her from the bathroom to the walk-in closet and proceeded to choose a set of knitted sweatshirt and simple lounge pants for her.

She changed into the lounge pants but rejected the sweatshirt. "I want to wear your shirt."

"Alright," he said with a smile and walked to his side of the closet but was stopped.

"No. I want the shirt you're wearing right now. Take it off."

He frowned. "I already sweated in this shirt while taking my morning walk. It's stinky. I'll get you a clean one instead, okay?"

"You're not stinky," she said while clasping the hem of his shirt. "I already smelled you and you smell good. I don't want a clean one because it doesn't smell like you yet. Please, hon. Your scent calms me down."

For a man, his woman telling him that he smelled good after sweating felt awesome.Lisa couldn't stop his mouth from stretching into a smug grin.

Then she added, "And it wards off the other stink from my surroundings. Ugh. They make me dizzy and nauseous!"

His smug grin fell a little after hearing her say that. Was his scent some sort of an anti-evil charm for her? Then he saw how serious she looked. Oh well. His woman was pregnant and her new weirdness was surely from the hormones. If it made her happy, the least he could do was give her all his used shirts.

Sighing, he pulled his shirt off and handed it to her. She happily wore it but not before giving him a smacking kiss on the lips and an enthusiastic "thank you" which instantly returned his smug grin.

"Do you want my used boxers, too?" he suggested with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'll take it off right now. Just say the word. My scent should be stronger on my boxers."

She smacked his chest. "You're so gross!"

He caught the hand she used to smack him and held it, not letting it go even when she tried pulling it away. "What gross? You love the thing underneath my boxers. You love having it inside your mouth." He leaned forward and dropped his voice lower. "And you love it whenever I pump it inside your wet heat again and again until you scream my name at the top of your lungs."

"Y-you..." A deep tinge of crimson coloured her cheeks. The swift darkening of her eyes showed how much his words were affecting her.

"Whenever I come inside your mouth, you never say that I'm gross. You even swallow everything and beg me for more."

Her breath hitched. She licked her lips because her mouth felt dry all of a sudden. Her mind only contained him right at this moment—him and their mutual desire—and kicked away all the nightmarish images she was imagining only a few moments ago in the bathroom. If she knew that Lisa thought that she was using his scent as an anti-evil charm, then she most likely would have agreed and perhaps even add that his very existence was an anti-evil charm for all of her deep-seated fears, most of which originated from her dark past life.

She leaned forward and hugged his waist. Their earlier fight about his controlling tendencies now that she is pregnant wasn't completely resolved yet. The two of them still needed to have a serious discussion over it.

But right now...she didn't give a whit about the fight. His seductive teasing awakened her desire to full blast in mere seconds. She had momentarily forgotten how upset she was that he made changes to her work schedule without discussing it with her first. At the moment, all she wanted was him. She wanted to touch and taste him all over. To feel his hard length filling her inside to the brim.

A moan escaped her throat as she instinctively rubbed her body against him which also caused him to release a guttural groan. She sought his mouth until he gave it to her. Their open mouths and hungry tongues devoured each other and transformed the blazes inside them into raging infernos.

Her hands touched all over his chest before crawling to his back. Then she felt him flinch. It was a small movement but to her, it felt like a bucket of ice-cold water was poured all over her head, dousing theflames of her desire in an instant.

"Oh no! I'm sorry, hon." She took three, four steps away from him. One more, just to be safe and to avoid the temptation of jumping him again. "I've forgotten again that you're still injured. And also, Second Brother said no sex allowed until you're healed."

"To hell with what Second Brother said," he growled. "Come here, Ruby  Jane. I want you."

Her feet automatically moved one step towards him but she caught herself in time. "No, we can't. You're too hurt to do it right now."

His eyes were predatory. Since she wasn't returning to his arms, he moved towards her instead.

"Stop! If you aggravate your injuries now and hurt yourself even more, we'll have to delay our wedding date until you're healed. That's our deal. Remember?"

That stopped him. He cursed and hissed in frustration. Then he rubbed his face with his hands in a rough manner, forcing his good sense to return to him. He felt like he shot himself in the foot by seducing her just now.