CHAPTER 351: SINFUL (2)

Georgia’s POV

I bit my lip to stop the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. "Relax, I just want to join you," I murmured, stepping closer until the water rippled between us. "Am I not allowed to do that?" My voice came out softer than I intended, low and teasing.

Nick’s gaze flickered up for a split second before darting away again. "Y-you’re allowed, of course. You’re my wife."

"Really?" I tilted my head, pretending to pout. "Then why can’t you look at me? Do I look that bad?"

He let out a strained breath and, in one swift motion, caught both my hands. With a sudden tug, I gasped as he pulled me down into the tub, the warm water splashing around us. My body collided with his knees, and I found myself sitting opposite him, water beading on my skin.

"It’s not that," he said, voice rough and low. "You’re driving me insane, babe. Stop before I lose it." His hands moved, gently repositioning my legs so they shielded my chest, though his eyes lingered far too long for it to matter.

"Lose it? Do something like what?" I asked, pretending to be innocent but feeling my pulse race. I’m not that innocent, but no matter how much I try to remember our nights together, my memory is still not cooperating.

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Are you seriously asking me that after standing there completely naked?" His jaw clenched, and when his gaze finally met mine, it burned.

"Baby," he said, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "I’m so damn hard right now it hurts. And if you keep looking at me like that, I swear I’m going to forget every reason I had for holding back."

"Reason?" I whispered, leaning in until the water between us rippled from the motion. "So you are

holding back... It’s not because you don’t want me anymore?"

Nick’s eyes widened, his expression softening immediately. "Oh, God, love, no." His voice was thick, raw with emotion. "I do want you. More than you can imagine. Why would you even think that?"

Heat crawled up my neck as I looked away, suddenly feeling small beneath his gaze. "I don’t know," I murmured. "It’s just... ever since we went home, you’ve been distant. I thought you’d hold me closer, not farther. But it feels like you’re avoiding me. You were so sweet back in the hospital. I can’t remember anything, so I don’t know hw you normally acted around me before."

He let out a breathy laugh and reached forward, cupping my face in his large, wet hands. His thumb brushed my bottom lip before he pulled me in for a soft, fleeting kiss that made my stomach flutter.

"I’m sorry, baby," he murmured against my lips. "You’re right—I am avoiding you. Because if I don’t, I’ll lose control. I’m trying to protect you... and the baby. I don’t want to push you too far."

I frowned, genuinely confused. "Protect me? Nick, what are you talking about?"

He smirked, voice dropping lower, huskier. "Right, you don’t remember..." He leaned closer, lips brushing my ear. "Let’s just say that when I touch you, you never walk straight after. And right now, I don’t think your body or our baby can handle that."

"Oh, really? And why is that?" I asked, my tone soft but challenging. "I’m sorry, Nick. I’m trying to remember, I swear. But I just... can’t. I don’t know what you mean."

Nick exhaled sharply, water rippling between us as his patience cracked. "My God, Georgia! That’s it," he said, his jaw tight. "Get out of the tub and go to sleep."

"Why are you angry at me?" I asked, frowning, though deep inside, something about his frustration thrilled me. "What did I do wrong?"

He raked a hand through his wet hair, eyes dark with something raw and burning. "Because you’re making it impossible for me to think straight. You’re making me so fucking hard right now," he growled.

The sound of his voice, low, rough, and barely in control, sent a strange, sweet ache through me. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, drawn to him, to the magnetic tension filling the room.

My naughty mind quickly thought of something... I grabbed his cock, and instantly regretted it. Even though he got startled by what I did, he didn’t do anything and just let me.

"Oh, you are right, you are hard!" Okay, this is definitely something new to my eyes, but the feeling, damn, something in me awakened, and there was no stopping it.

I looked up and saw Nick’s face so red while staring at me.

"Nick..." I whispered, leaning closer, my heart thundering against my chest. "Why do I feel like this?"

He shut his eyes, fighting for control. "Stop," he muttered, voice strained, "I’m telling you, Georgia, you will regret it..."

"I think I’m starting to," I said softly, unable to hide the tremor in my voice.

"Nick... I can’t stop... I feel... weird..." I said as I stared at his hardness under the water. "I can’t explain it, but this is driving me crazy. There’s this urge that I don’t know what it is," I explained the best way I could.

"That’s enough." He groaned under his breath, then suddenly stood up, water cascading down his chest. "This... This won’t do. Damn it!" he said, more to himself than to me. He wrapped a towel around me, then lifted me effortlessly into his arms.

"Nick—what are you—?"

"Giving you what your body wanted, even if your mind can’t remember it," he said, his voice deep, his breath hot against my skin.

And the next thing I know, I was already draped over his shoulder, breathless, heart pounding, completely at his mercy as he walked out of the bathroom.

Nick gently laid me down on the bed, the towel loosening around me. My breath caught as he stepped back, standing at the edge, completely bare, breathtaking, and utterly unrestrained.

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