“If you want to,” he offers even though I can still see the hunger in his eyes.
Then he steps closer to me and the heat coming off him has my nipples pebbling and my pussy clenching around nothing. Maybe I can put off talking about the menu a little while longer.
He must see me wavering because the next thing I know, he is scooping me up into his arms. My hands grip his shoulders as a bright laugh bubbles out of me. He looks down at me with so much affection, maybe even love, as he steps out of the building and the door thuds closed behind us.
His strides are long as he heads back toward the house. My voice is filled with amusement, “I thought we were going to talk about the menu and what you can do for me.”
The smirk that lifts one side of his mouth is downright fucking wicked and it zings through my body. I want him. I want him desperately.
I have no idea if this feeling will fade with time, but I suspect it won’t. I’ll always want him. I’ll always reach for him.
I’ve fallen in love with my husband. I have no idea when it happened, but there’s no doubt in my mind that I’ve been falling in love with him since the moment I met him. I called it a crush, but it was always more than that.
The thought hits me that I might not be married to him right now if I hadn’t called him after his grandfather’s funeral before showing up at his door with pizza and vodka, not that I had the chance to enjoy any of the vodka. But I did make that phone call, at Gemma’s prompting.
And now here we are.
Rook’s strides are sure and he doesn’t stop until we’re in his room. Our room.
“We can talk about your menu,” his eyes darken as he slides me down his body, “but only after we’re naked and satisfied.”
I ask him with an arched eyebrow, “Naked and satisfied?”
“Exactly,” his voice drops an octave, “just how I like to see you.”
Slowly I lower myself down to my knees, loving the way his eyes widen and his breathing turns choppy. “I like to see you satisfied too, husband,” I purr the words.
He goescompletely still as I reach for the button of his jeans and then his zipper. My movements are slow and measured because I want to tease him. His eyed sharpen as he watches me and his hands clench into fits.
I can tell that he wants to reach for me and is barely holding himself back. I tug his jeans down over his hips, taking his boxers along with them. When his cock springs free, I lick my lips without even realizing I’m doing it.
Pre-cum beads on the tip and when I wrap my hand around the base and stroke upward more leaks out. I swipe my tongue across it, collecting the taste of him on my tongue. He lets out a groan that has my body humming and vibrating with anticipation.
“Fuck, Wildflower,” his voice sounds like gravel. I look up into his eyes as I part my lips and pull him into my mouth. “Damn,” he hisses out as his jaw clenches.
Seeing him so close to losing control does something to me. I love the way the muscles of his neck are strained and his eyes flash with something like possession.
“Love your fucking mouth,” the words are gritted out through his teeth.
I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock before taking him deep. When he reaches the back of my throat, I swallow and he lets out a sound filled with something between pain and pleasure. Internally, I smile at the way he’s reacting to me.
When his head falls back on his shoulders, his eyes are wide as he looks at the ceiling. His hands unclench and flex at his sides. I pull back on his length, my hand moving with my mouth, stroking him as I suck on the crown of his dick like a lollipop.
His head snaps back down, his eyes blazing with fire I desperately want to burn me. Then his hands are in my hair as he starts to gently trust his cock in and out of my mouth. I suck him harder, my cheeks hollowing as I take him.
“You have no idea how fucking stunning you look on your knees with my cock in your mouth,” he growls the words and they move through me. If my panties weren’t ruined before, they certainly are now.
I’m fucking soaked.
Suddenly, he pulls himself free of my mouth and I’m hauled up to my feet. He tugs at my clothes, stripping me quickly while his hands shake the entire time.
He turns me toward the bed, his frame looming over me as he leans down, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he commands, “Get on the bed, Wildflower. Hands and knees.”
A shiver works its way down my spine as I scramble to follow his directions. I can feel my arousal coat my thighs and I can only imagine what he’s seeing. Me on display and dripping for him.
When he steps up to the edge of the bed, I turn my head enough to look over my shoulder. The way he’s looking at me, like he wants to devour me, has goosebumps popping up all over my skin. His hands land on my ass and he squeezes right before he lifts them and spanks me.
I let out a yelp, but it’s more from surprise than pain. The bite of it rushes through me and I’m surprised at how much I like it.