Istare down at my wife, all satiated, lips swollen from my kisses.Bothsets of sweet pink lips. There’s a heavy look of lust in her eyes. For me. And only me.
Just for a second, I think I’m remotely worthy of her.
With my hand on the back of the sofa, I realize I don’t want to fuck her on this thing. She deserves more than that.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I tell her while gripping her at the waist. “We’re on the move.”
“Umf,” she exhales when I lift her.
The hallway breezes by, and my son’s room is a reminder of another secret I’m keeping. That and my quest to end the lives of drug dealers. While tonight she heard some of the loose details, she doesn’t know the whole story. It’s hard to know which she will be more offended by. What will break her trust? What will make her leave me?
But with Scarlett’s hand in my hair, lips running along my jaw, all I want to think about is this naked woman in my arms. Her skin is warm but coated in sweat. I can’t wait to be naked and on top of her, feeling these legs around me and sweating with her.
I tried to fight this, not wanting to get sucked in. But I’m here, and I think it’s okay to be this crazy about someone. Love is a risk. Period.
In the bedroom, I lay her out in the sea of messy sheets and waves of blankets, then cover her with my body. Pivoting my hips, I grind my hard dick against her bare center. “Do youstillwant me to fuck you?”
“God, yes.” She bucks against me. “Thisfeels so good. So right.”
I never thought sex could feel so easy and electric at the same time. That I could give all of myself to someone again without fear or being disgusted with myself after what I did to Ana.
Scarlett rears up on her elbows. “Are you staying dressed? Because that can be hot.” Her foot climbs my leg and finds my cock.
“Whoa,” I say. “Watch the nuts.”
“Hmm. I changed my mind,” she says, sitting up and starts to undress me. “I want to see you naked. All of this has to go.”
I let her lift my T-shirt over my head and smile at the little gasp and moan she tries to hide, seeing my body.
I step back to drink in her stare as I remove my pants to tease her. To make her wait, the way I waited for her. She just didn’t know it.
“Like what you see, little Ford?”
“Yes.” She smiles. “And I like that you call me little Ford. It makes me think you’ll let me keep my name.”
“No matter what your diplomas or licenses say, you’rean O’Rourke.” I push down my briefs and stand there, naked as she is.
Goddamn, my wife is impossibly and painfully beautiful. She often looks disheveled lately, but that’s a symptom of medical school, lost sleep, hard work, and studying until she’s ready to drop. I’m so fucking proud of her.
She bites her lip, and her gaze settles just below my waist.
“Your eyes can’t stop staring at my cock.”
“It’s a pretty fantastic cock, Cormac.”
My name sounds sinful on her mouth. No one’s ever said it the way she does.
Scarlett sits up and kisses my chest, flicking my nipples with her tongue.
“Christ, that feels good.” My cock thickens and pulses, hungry to be buried deep inside her dripping, sweet cunt.
She moves her mouth down the center and past my navel. My heart pulses hot blood through my veins, and I grip her hair, not sure if I’ll pull her up to taste her mouth or throat fuck her again.
Maybe there isn’t a choice.
“I can’t believe I thought I could resist you,” I murmur.
Making her sleep in my bed crumbled most of my resolve. I’ve been holding on by a thread. It was inevitable I’d snap.