She kissed him again, and he hated that he’d never known this was what she needed before. They had so much time to make up for.
He cradled her gently in his arms. “And while I’m back in London, you let Evan spoil you, okay? He’ll like that. And I’ll like knowing that you’re being taken care of.” He paused. “Also, I don’t hate the idea of you two hooking up while I’m away. Tell me about it, and I’ll definitely not hate it.”
“I can come and visit you.” Her voice was soft and quiet, like she was thinking of the days being long until he could get back for another visit.
He thought of her in his barren basement apartment and shook his head. “I like coming here. I like the drive.”
“Then we’ll see you next weekend?”
“You bet your gorgeous ass you will.” He slid his hand around to squeeze her flesh, to pull her in close. “And I’m not going anywhere. We’ve got all night still. After dessert, we’ll go back to your place and…”
His cock flexed between them.
She spread her legs on either side of him, lining them up. “Or now?”
He held his breath and tried to twist his head to hear if Evan was still in the shower.
Jess froze. “Do you want to wait for him?”
“No,” he whispered. “It’s okay. I want you. Just you right now. But what if he comes back?”
“Then he can watch me fuck my husband,” she murmured, rising up on top of him. The blanket fell away.
“Do you want a condom?”
She paused. “You really haven’t been with anyone?”
He shook his head.
With a shudder, she lifted her hips and rocked him against her slick pussy, still swollen from the orgasm Evan gave her. He gripped her bottom and eased her down, until he was fully buried inside her wet, tight heat.
It was like coming home.
Rocking his hips, he took over and thrust into her for the first time in far too long.I love you, he thought to himself. He’d said it. It wasn’t a secret. But he couldn’t say it now, couldn’t bring that layer of feeling to what was, for her, a physical act.
“Oh,” she breathed, her eyes wide. “Yes. More.”
“You feel so good.” Understatement. “You’re so soft. Sweet. Hot.”
She grinned. “Fuck me. Hard.” Her eyes twinkled. “Before Evan catches us.”
Fuck. That short-circuited something filthy in his brain, because his arousal jacked from sixty to a thousand.
“You like the idea of him watching from the hallway, don’t you?” She glanced in that direction, and Brent was trapped, he couldn’t see, but yes he did. Fuck yes he did.
“He could watch you come inside me,” she whispered. “Watch me touch myself as I ride you.”
He bit his lips to keep from yelling outyes, fuck, let him watch, and the silence made it even hotter as she slicked her fingers over her clit.
His gaze locked there. At the swollen flesh of her sex, at the connection between their bodies. Above that, he could imagine the sway of her belly, her breasts. Her impossibly soft skin, her sweet mouth.
But all he could really see, all he tunnel-visioned in on was her pussy, her fingers, and the fast blur of her getting herself closer, closer to her climax.
It came fast and hard, making her double forward on him, and he pistonned his hips fast to catch up. It didn’t take much. Three fast, rough strokes and he spilled himself inside her.
His wife.
I love you.
