His hand dropped to my waist, pulled me close. “I don’t think you need an explanation but I’ll talk you through every inch if that’s what you want.”
“But what about—you know—we should talk about?—”
“You know what you need and it’s not some fucking boundaries,” he said. “Let me give it to you, wife.”
Everything inside me softened—and then clenched hard. I gulped down a whole boulder and felt heat spread across my chest, up my neck. Between my legs. And all those smart,responsible reasons for drawing this line between us breezed right out of my head. But I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “Just this one time. Just tonight.”
“If that’s what you need to tell yourself.” He pulled a strip of condoms from one pocket and a bottle of lube from the other. Tossed them both to the bed. My eyes all but popped out of my skull. “Anything else you need to talk about?”
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the condoms. And the lube. “I meant, like, logistically, how are we?—”
“Let me show you how.”
He brought a hand to the back of my neck and the other to the base of my spine, and pulled me tight to his chest as his lips met mine. My body, my stupid, needy, traitorous body melted into him like I’d been waiting for this all week.
“I’m taking these off,” Ryan said against the corner of my mouth. My sleep shorts hit the floor as he walked me backward toward the bed. A laugh huffed out of him when he realized I wasn’t wearing any undies. “You can tell me how you want to put me to work or I can figure it out for myself. Your choice.”
I lifted a hand to the back of his neck to steady myself. As if anything could steady the pulsing, rolling need that’d surged to life inside me. As if there was anything to be done about my body’s sudden awareness of Ryan and his heat, his touch. His unbelievably thick erection burning its way through my shirt.
“I’m not sure—” My words trailed off. I didn’t even know what I was trying to say. I couldn’t think. I was too busy hearingUse meon a dark, low loop in my mind. And I realized I didn’t care about being responsible anymore.
“What would you do if you were alone?” He dragged his lips down my neck and nipped the crook of my shoulder. One hand traveled over my hip to squeeze my bare backside while the other gathered up my hair in a rough grip that made my scalp prickle. “How would you take care of yourself?”
I pressed my forehead to his chest. A red, burning flush stole across my cheeks. “I just use a toy,” I said, the words crammed tight together.
“Is that all you want tonight?” He grabbed my hand, slipped it between my legs. Our twined fingers traced the damp line of my slit. “You want to lie back and enjoy the ride?”
He led our fingers to my clit and it only took a few circles before I moaned into his chest. I couldn’t be expected to answer questions. Not in this condition.
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
A growly noise rasped in his throat as he bared his teeth on my shoulder. “Then let’s find out.”
My henley flew off and then I was on the bed, floating on a cloud of pillows while I watched Ryan unbutton his shirt. He draped it over a bench at the foot of the bed and his trousers soon followed though he made no move to drop his slim-fitting black boxer briefs.
He collected the condoms and lube and set them on the bedside table, and then shifted to face me, his hands on his hips. Something about the stark efficiency of those moves reminded me that I was naked, completely uncovered and not all that graceful about it. I tucked my knees up and crossed an arm over my torso, concealing a bit of my belly pudge and corralling my breasts in the process. I knew my angles.
And I also knew Ryan had seen me naked last weekend, but in my mind that was more like a dark, moody montage of nudity. Some might even call it tasteful. But this—with two lamps lit, light spilling in from the adjoining bathroom, and the incandescent glow of these white sheets, nothing was left to the imagination.
“Don’t do that.” He arched a brow at my arm, fully exasperated. “You don’t hide when you’re all by yourself, a toy between your legs and—what else? What do you use to getyou there?” He tapped an index finger on the waistband of his boxers, a mere inch from where the head of his cock strained against the fabric. “Do you watch something? Read something?”
My tongue darted out to wet my suddenly parched lips and I shifted to cover even more of my belly because I was comfortable like this and it gave me something to do other than tell my fake husband about the carefully curated bookmarks I kept in a folder titled Recipe Ideas on my phone.
Another one of those growly, raspy noises from him filled the room and I watched his finger connect with that black waistband, the same finger he’d used to tease my clit a minute ago.
“If that’s what you want.” He jerked a shoulder up. “We’ll see how long it lasts.”
He climbed over me, his knees sinking deep into the bed. His hard shaft tented his boxers and everything inside me demanded I reach out, I take hold of him, but he caught my wrist before I could.
“Not yet, little wife.” It sounded like a scolding. I would’ve needled him on that but I forgot everything when he pushed my bent legs apart and settled on his belly between my thighs. Wasting not a second, he spread me open with his thumbs. “Tell me about this toy. What did it do for you?”
He dragged his tongue over my clit like he had all night to tease me. The unhurried pressure of it startled a moan from me and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back. At this moment, I couldn’t rememberwhyI’d wanted to hold back to begin with.
“Tell me,” he said again, stroking his knuckles down my inner thigh. “How’d it work?”
“Suction,” I gasped out as he licked me.
He hummed and the vibration spiraled deep inside me. As if he knew what he was doing to me—he probably did, that arrogant bastard—he ran a hand over my belly, up to my breasts.He pulled a nipple between his fingers and tugged as he licked. “Where do you like to be sucked?”
