I ran my hands up her legs, dragging the flowy skirt as I went. “That’s a lot of backroom bargaining.”
“You don’t know the half of it.” She watched as I slipped a hand between her thighs, savoring the silky soft skin there. “These dresses are just one of the many, many reasons I couldn’t let her call off the wedding.”
“Even though holding it all together for her was killing you,” I said. She nodded, turning her gaze out toward the sleeping city. “I never want you to feel that way again.”
She shifted, dropping her knees on either side of my hips and sinking into my lap with her nightgown-dress settling around us. She looped her arms around my neck as she rolled her lips together. “I didn’t realize how bad it was with him until it was over,” she whispered. “I thought it was good enough.”
I reached under her skirt and gripped her backside, rocking her against me. “And now? Do you see that good enough isn’t close to what you deserve?”
She stared at me for a moment, her brows pinched and her eyes dark like she didn’t understand the question. Then, she turned her attention to unfastening my belt and shoving her hand into my boxers. She gave my shaft an urgent stroke. “I don’t know what I deserve.”
I leaned in and captured her lips with mine. “But I do,” I said between frenzied kisses. I held her backside hard, my fingerstracing the damp line of her panties. I tugged the fabric aside and urged her closer, to where her small fingers worked me over. “Let me take care of you, wife.”
She gasped as I boosted her up and then dragged my cock through her wet heat. Her hands went to my shoulders as I eased inside her, her nails biting into my skin through my shirt.
“Ryan,”she cried out.
“Too much?” I forced myself to hold steady as she adjusted to me. We hadn’t done much to warm up and I didn’t have any lube stashed out here.
She shook her head, her hair falling in front of her face as she rocked against me. “No, I just needed a second.”
“Take all the time you need,” I said. “There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be.”
She found a rhythm, slow but deep, and I let her set the pace for a few minutes. But when her moans increased and her pace faltered, I gathered her close and took charge.
“Yes, that’s my girl.” I fisted a hand in her hair and kissed her neck as I thrust into her. “Look at you taking my cock. Do you see this? Do you see how hard you make me? No one does this to me. Just you. Just my wife.”
“Oh my god,” she whispered, her mouth hanging open on an endless moan. “I can’t?—”
“You can,” I growled, my fingertips digging into her ass. “Let me give it to you. Let me give you everything.”
She dropped her head to my shoulder as I felt her walls clench around me. “Ryan,” she gasped.
“I don’t know why you think you don’t deserve better,” I said, thrusting into her with each word, “but that ends now.”
A cry broke free from her chest and I felt the great spasm of her release shudder through her. She slumped against me, her chest heaving as I barreled toward my own orgasm and heatpumped through me. I came with a shout, bucking into her for another minute as I poured my entire soul into her.
When I could move my limbs again, I smoothed a hand over her hair. “That’s my girl. Don’t forget it.”
She stared up at me, her eyes wide and shiny with unshed tears, and she said, “I’ll try.”
I kissed her forehead. “That’s all I want.”
chapter thirty
Emme
Today’s Learning Objective:
Students will take lessons from a badass.
I couldn’t rememberwhy we’d decided it was a good idea to schedule Grace’s final dress fitting for the day after her pub crawl shower and make an afternoon of it with her side of the bridal party. I had to assume we didn’t do it to torture ourselves but as I groaned into my pillow and kicked my feet in the sheets until Ryan slapped my ass and told me to stop with the tantrums, I saw only demonic forces at work.
“I’ll go with you,” he said.
“No,” I groaned, still buried in the pillow. “You have a workout with your trainer this afternoon and I’m sorry but I can only be married to the number one QB in the League. If you start falling behind in your conditioning, I’m out.”
He slapped my ass again. It kind of helped dull out the lingering headache from mixing alcohols—such a rookie move—and crying my whole eyes out last night.
