Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
It makes me grin. She can be so naïve at times. So worldly at others. Full of contradictions, my wife.
“Why?” she breathes, her voice coming quick and low. “Why would you want that?” Her gaze finds mine, her eyes wide and blue and filled with questions. Questions, and something else. A searing heat that I recognize from our wedding night together.
She wants me, just as badly as I want her.
Which is going to make this all the more fun. I smile. “Because I’m selfish,” I tell her. “When I decide I want something, I can’t bear the thought of losing it. And when it comes to you, well…” I shift my fingers against her, three of them now, rubbing her through the fabric of her pants. “I don’t want anyone even thinking they can take you from me. You’re mine, Mara.”
She arches up in her seat, pushing against me in spite of herself, her breath coming faster, her face and her chest both flushed that lovely shade of crimson I so enjoy drawing out of her. “But… Aren’t you worried it will be… embarrassing? If we… if it… if the marriage fails…” Her breath starts to stutter as I continue to stroke her, slow and steady, never enough to take her all the way to orgasm. Just enough to edge her closer and closer to the peak.
“It won’t fail,” I reply simply. “You’re my wife. Now. Forever. That’s how marriage works, isn’t it?”
“But this… but we…” She can’t muster up the argument. Not with how dizzy she is from what I’m doing to her under this table right now.
What I don’t expect, however, is for her to turn the tables on me. The next thing I know, her palm is flat against my lap, her fingers tracing the hard, thick bulge against the seam of my jeans, where I’m already hard just from thinking about her, sitting across from her, watching her lick a drop of her cocktail from her upper lip.
Everything about this woman drives me wild, in the best possible way. And I don’t want it to stop.
I don’t want any of this to stop.
So as her fingers inch around me, stroking me hesitantly at first, then more firmly, I stretch out my free hand to flag the waitstaff casually.
I pay, even as I reach over to catch the back of Mara’s chair and slide her close to me. “I can’t wait any longer,” I whisper against her neck, my lips finding her skin, tasting her, touching her. I trail my tongue up along the crease of her neck, up to her ear, which makes her whole body shiver deliciously against mine. “I need to have you again, wife.”
Another shiver, this time elicited by that one word alone. It thrills me, how much power I have over her, just from that simple term. It makes me want to get her out of here, into my car, somewhere where I can call her that again and again until she’s screaming “husband” in return.
The very thought makes my grin turn wolfish.
I sign the bill in a heartbeat, and in the next, I pull us both up out of our seats. I scoop her into my arms once more, against her protests and groans about embarrassment. But this time, I need to carry her in order to hide the raging hard-on she’s given me, so she can hardly complain. I tell her so and enjoy the new flush on her cheeks as she bows her head against my chest, giving up, at least for the moment.
It lasts until we’re outside. Only then do I let her down onto her own two feet, but only long enough so that I can pin her against the wall of the restaurant, and do what I’ve been hungry to do ever since I saw her this morning—ever since we were torn apart by that intrusion at work.
I kiss her, hard and deep, my tongue slipping between her lips, my hands circling her waist. She arches up against me, with a soft little sigh of relief that makes me growl in response, because fuck, I want her. I want to claim every inch of this gorgeous, sexy, hard as nails woman.
I push her against the wall, and she raises one leg, just far enough that I grab under her thigh and yank her against me. My cock is so hard I’m sure she can feel it, even through the thick fabric of both my jeans and her own. My mouth leaves hers to trail down her neck, kissing and sucking and nipping at her skin, savoring the taste of her, salty and sweet all at once, with a hint of something light and floral, not quite perfume. Maybe the scent of her shampoo? Whatever it is, I love it. I can’t get enough.