Inside the dark privacy of the car, she cups my jaw. The feel of her as she presses her lips against my neck is the most perfect thing I’ve felt in a long time. After holding my son. Like him, the rise and fall of her chest and the rhythm of her heart beating are because of me.
“I am so proud to be your wife,” she whispers, fierce and aching.
Everything inside me fractures.
She presses her forehead to mine. “Take me home, husband.”
“There’s no place I’d rather be right now.”
Chapter 47
Cormac
Before we get past the kitchen, I stop Scarlett and press her against the wall. “Don’t fucking move.”
She shudders under my touch. “Okay.”
From a magnetic strip, I take one of the sharpest knives. As a surgeon, I’ve mastered a scalpel, but in Dunbar I learned how to use a blade.
Scarlett gasps, seeing it glint against her skin. “Tell me this isn’t some kind of blood vow.”
“No,” I laugh. “I only cut skin when it’s needed.”
I do, however, place the flat part of the knife against her chest.
“Oooh, it’s cold.”
“Steel, baby.” I kiss her jaw. “Hold your breath.”
Licking her lips, she does. It takes a moment to get the angle right, but I place the sharp tip of the knife at the plunging neckline of this dress and slice it right down the center. The fabric separates like skin.
I feel like I’m opening her up all over again.
When it’s completely cut down to the hemline, I shove it off her body until she’s standing there in a lace thong, high heels, and my necklace.
“So this is your version of no underwear?” I rub the outside of the lace panties.
Fuck, the warmth there. So damp. But I use the very tip of the knife and slide it into the thin strap at her hip.
“That was a promise if we went on a date.” She leans into the blade. “You never took me on a date, did you?”
“Didn’t have to.” With a flick of the wrist, the satiny string separates, and the thong is useless lace at her feet. “That’s much better.”
I toss the knife on the counter like it means nothing,even though it can kill someone. Scarlett’s pink nipples pucker under my gaze. I cup her tits and brush my thumbs across pebbled nubs. I thought I could resist her. Resist this. She obliterated my defenses. Now she’s all I want.
She shudders beneath my hands. “Cormac,” she gives a small groan as her hips rock against my length like she’s a fucking cat in heat.
“Are you wet for me, wife?” I start a trail of wet kisses down her neck, killing her with my slowness. “Do you still want me to fuck you? After my sins were made public tonight?”
“Yes,” she says, lifting one leg and wrapping it around my waist. “God, yes.”
“This.” I reach around and grab her ass, grinding my hard length against her cunt. “You want this?”
“Fuck me, Cormac.” She humps the bulge tenting my pants. “I’ve been so bad, I need to be punished.”
Christ, that almost makes me come in my pants.
“Bedroom, now,” I move back and take her hand.