My Billionaire Husband Refuses to Let Me Go
"You've changed, Emma," Noah growled, his hand wrapping around her wrist before she could turn her back on him again. His eyes burning with frustration and possessiveness.
Emma looked at him with a mocking smile on her lips, ignoring how his proximity overwhelmed her senses, stirring a familiar, ache deep in her lower abdomen. God, she had loved this man for three agonizing years. But she wouldn't let him see her weakness now.
Noah's gaze darkened as he took in her defiance. The Emma he knew would have looked at the floor, trembling and eager to please. The woman standing before him was anything but. She was confident and radiant. For three years, he had vowed never to touch her out of spite. Now, looking at the sharp intelligence in her eyes, he wondered how he had ever looked past her.
"Maybe you just never bothered to look at me, Mr. Walker," Emma countered, feeling a thrill of victory as Noah's eyes instinctively dropped to her lips, his pupils dilating. He wanted her. And for the first time in their marriage, he couldn't hide it.
"You never gave me a reason to look," Noah rasped, pulling her forward until her soft front flushed entirely against his hard, muscled chest. His fingers gripped her chin, forcing her face up. "You were just a compliant, boring arrangement handed to me by my grandmother. But you aren't acting very boring today."
"And now, Noah? Am I still just a piece of furniture to you?" she provoked, refusing to back down even as the look in his eyes consumed her.
"Not even close," he growled, his hungry gaze locking onto her mouth before he slammed his lips against hers, crushing her into a kiss that threatened to steal the very breath from her lungs.