“I definitely should have more…just to be sure,” he murmurs seconds before I feel him suck off the ice cream. He steps closer to me, and I wrap my legs around him. We are both still in towels, and I feel the soft fabric pressing into me as he hardens against it. His hand undoes my towel, exposing myself to him.
He scoops some on his finger and lifts it to my lips as I taste the sweet cherry taste mixed with chocolate. His gaze darkens as I suck it clean.
“Lie down on the counter.” His voice is low and demanding, causing a pool of desire to form between my legs. He watches me hungrily as I lie down before him, the black granite cool to the touch on my back. The island is just wide enough to where my head barely hangs over the other side. I watch him through my lowered lashes as he scoops more ice cream on his finger before I feel the coolness hit each of my breasts as he swirls it around my nipples. They instantly react, forming tight buds as I feel him reach over me and suck it off.
I grab his head, feeling the dark strands run through my fingers, giving me something to hold onto. A moan escapes me when he pulls long and hard on my nipple before releasing me. I close my eyes at the sensation and gasp when I feel the frozen dessert touch my stomach next. My back arches off the counter as his tongue comes out to taste and lick me clean. I’m panting by the time he’s done and meet his gaze when he stands up.
A sexy smile plays on his lips as I watch him take one more scoop. My core tightens because I know exactly where he wants to eat from next. His towel has fallen, and my eyes take in his broad, tanned chest before going lower down his toned abs. I follow the dark trail and see him swollen and ready for me.
I want my turn next.
I lick my lips at the thought of combining my two favorite desserts together.
A small chuckle escapes his lips, and I shoot my gaze back up to him. “You’ll get your turn, my evening sun, as soon as I get what I want first.” His finger drops lower and touches my skin.
“Oh God,” I moan when I feel the coolness hit my throbbing center. He puts my heels on the counter and my world goes out of focus as he feasts on me like the dessert I’ve become. My hips move on their own, no longer in control of my own body, as I thrust deeper onto him. His growl vibrates my sensitive skin as I bow off the counter, throwing my head back.
A deep pull in my core starts to form as I feel my body start to bend at his mercy. He sucks hard on my clit as I loudly moan his name. My orgasm rips through me hard as I tremble and shake from the intensity of it all. When he’s finally satisfied with his dessert, he stands up and licks his lips clean. My chest rises and falls at a fast rhythm as I watch him savor the very last taste of me.
He takes the container of ice cream and walks around to where my head lies. The counter is at the perfect height where I can almost reach out and lick him if I angle my head back more.
“Your turn.” His voice is strained, and I can tell he’s fighting to remain in control as a bead of arousal glistens on top. He bends down and hungrily kisses me. I’ve never been kissed at this angle, but there’s something so sexy about it that it has me reaching up and grabbing his neck to deepen the kiss. I can taste myself on him mixed with the sweetness of cherries and chocolate. It’s intoxicating, and I want more as I tangle my tongue with his. He moans against my lips as I suck his bottom lip before releasing him.
He pulls me toward him until my head is thrown back off the side. I swallow as I watch him coat his tip with ice cream. My mouth starts to water at the sight, and when he presses himselfagainst my lips, I eagerly have my dessert. My hands reach behind me, and I dig my nails into his ass as I hold him tight against me.
“Fuck,” he rasps out as I lick and suck every last bit off of him. This has officially become my favorite way to eat ice cream. “Jesus, Eve,” he pants as his hands grab my breasts, causing me to moan against him. He pulls out, and within seconds, he has me hauled up and in his arms as I wrap my legs around him. His lips crash down on mine as he walks us to the bedroom and lays us down.
“I need to be in you now,” he growls out against my lips. I feel him slowly push inside. “My wife’s pussy is the best damn thing I’ve ever felt.” He thrusts the rest of the way in, and we both moan together. “You take your husband’s cock so good, baby,” he breathes against my neck as he goes deeper. His words fuel my desire as I wrap my legs around him tighter. “You're mine now, Eve.” His muscles strain against the movement as I meet his thrusts, my body ready to ignite with him. “Forever,” he growls, going harder.
“Forever,” I whisper right before our bodies explode together and become one. His eyes hold mine as our souls stare at one another. I feel our bodies pulse together in a matching heartbeat. Tears prick my eyes at the love I feel in this moment. He gently kisses my lips before burying his face in my neck. We hold each other tightly as our emotions get the better of us. There was a time when we both thought this day would never happen. But it did. We are lying here as husband and wife, just like we talked about when we were younger. We finally made it.
I stroke his back and enjoy the feeling of his body over mine as we lay there, taking it all in. He finally rolls over but pulls me close to him, never letting his hold on me go. I snuggle up against him and feel his lips on my back as he places a soft kiss there.
“I love you,” I say softly, feeling my eyes start to drift shut.
“I love you too, my evening sun,” he breathes against my skin. I smile seconds before sleep pulls me under.
I pullthe roast out of the oven and smile when I see it’s cooked to perfection. I want tonight to be perfect. It’s my do-over, and this time, we’ll get back a moment that was stolen from both of us.
It’s been two weeks since the wedding, and Ryder took the week off from work right after. We spent every day together with Ryland, exploring the beaches and enjoying our time as a family. We put off a honeymoon for now so Ryder could spend this time with our daughter. The two have become inseparable, and I love how she’s a daddy’s girl. It’s something I never had, and I’m grateful she will grow up knowing that kind of love.
I set the roast in the middle of the table and light the candles. Smoothing down my blue sundress, I check myself in the mirror. It’s always been Ryder’s favorite, and I’m glad he kept it with my other clothes. I reapply my lipgloss and finger-comb my hair. I added some soft curls tonight, wanting to look good for him.
My phone rings on the counter, and I seeunknownlight up the screen. This is the third time this week that this has happened. I ignored the other two, but curiosity has me pressing the accept button.
“Hello?” I’m met with silence, and for a moment, I think they have hung up, but I hear breathing on the other end of the phone. A cold chill runs down my spine, and I rub my hand over the goosebumps that have appeared on my arms. “Hello?” I ask again. I can still hear breathing, so I know someone is there. I hang up and stare at the phone. Working my bottom lip through my teeth, I try to shake off the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I touch my screen and block the number. It’s probablyjust a wrong number or someone trying to sell me something. Ryder walks in, and I set my phone down, pushing the phone call out of my mind the minute I see his smiling face.
“What’s all this?” He looks at the candles on the table. “Did you make your roast? It smells so good in here.” It’s the first meal I made him in our apartment. Technically, it was the first meal I had ever made, and I burned it. He ate every bit of it on his plate, saying it was the best meal he ever had, even though I knew he was lying. I tried again and again, following his mom’s recipe to a tee, until I was able to get his favorite meal perfected.
“You’ve been working late this week, playing catch-up, so I wanted to surprise you with a nice meal.” He walks over and threads his hands into my hair before bending down and kissing me. My hands roam over his black tee as I wind my arms around him.
“I missed you today,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I missed you too.” I’ve been coming to work and getting in at least four hours each day. Neither one of us wanted Ryland to go into daycare, so we set up a play area for her in the office, and I time it so she takes her afternoon naps there so I can get the bulk of my work done. With Ryder and all the guys doting on her, there’s not a shortage of someone wanting to carry her around. It’s cute how they show her all the cars and explain what they are doing even though she’s too young to understand. I worked from home today because of an appointment. I needed to be sure of something before tonight.
He breaks away and glances at Ryland’s bed. “Where’s Rybug?”
“She’s having a sleepover with Aunt Savi tonight. They watched The Little Mermaid, and Savi painted her toes,” I laugh. “She sent me a picture of her sleeping an hour ago.” I reach for my phone and show him the picture. She’s curled up in Savi’s bed, clutching her teddy bear.
