I stared at the smooth expanse of her thigh because I didn’t trust myself to meet her eyes. I didn’t trust myself to do anything other than admire the gradation of her skin from lightly sun-kissed to creamy and pale. She didn’t shave her legs beyond the knee and I found strange pleasure in that realization. A strange pleasure completely removed from my wife’s suggestion that she’d enjoy me defiling her.
Yeah, the fact my cockhead had a heartbeat right now had nothing to do with Shay’s tentative request that I keep her—and make it rough and wild.
I dropped a hand on the flare of her thigh and held her steady, making it abundantly clear with the way each fingertip dug into her skin that I’d pin her down all night if that was what she truly wanted. She blinked at me, her lips parted and heat coloring her cheeks. Her arousal was so thick in the air between us that I could taste it on my tongue.
I ran my free hand over the knees she had pressed together. “Then that’s what I’ll do.”
I wrenched her legs apart with more force than seemed necessary and I rocked myself along her seam, swallowing every yelp and gasp that tumbled over her lips. Her eyes were wide—startled but alsostarved. Like I could do anything right now and she’d ask for more.
“Stop me,” I said, “if you don’t like this.”
“I will.”
“If anything hurts or you’re uncomfortable—”
That perfect smile of hers bloomed across her face. “I know what to do, Noah.”
I set her foot on my chest and shifted it up to rest on my shoulder. I did the same with the other and banded an arm over her legs. I turned my head to scrape my teeth over her ankle. “Are you sure about that?”
“I don’t know.” She jerked one shoulder up and a hint of defiance curled into her smile. “Prove me wrong, then.”
Rather than ruin this by attempting to string words together, I slammed into her hard. She was wet in a way that made me think of drowning, of going under and never, ever coming up again.
“Oh my god,” she cried out. “Oh,fuck. Oh my god. Noah.”
I leaned into her, pressing her knees to her chest and forcing a hoarse, desperate sigh from her. Noise like this was going to get us in trouble. “You will be quiet, wife.” With a hand cupping her jaw, I stroked my thumb over her lips. “Don’t think about testing me.”
She nipped at the pad of my thumb and smiled about it. An uncharitable sound rattled in my chest. I responded by thrusting into her like I wanted to fuck her through the wall, which wasn’t a smart approach to minimizing the noise.
The way I rocked into her was ruthless, as if I didn’t care about her pleasure or anything other than using her to slake my own needs. As if I wasn’t terrified that I’d actually hurt her or scare her away. That she’d quickly come to the realization I didn’t know how to treat her with the tenderness she deserved, and the only thing I was capable of doing was rutting on her like a wild animal.
But this position, with her pinned beneath me and nearly folded in half, was unreal. If I wasn’t a wild animal before taking her like this, there was no turning back now. I knew what it was like to see arousal fog my wife’s eyes and feel the slick clench of her desire on my cock, and I’d never be able to forget.
I didn’t want to forget, but more importantly I didn’t want this to end. Not just this night, not just the sex. I didn’t want to let her go all over again and settle back into a life where she wasn’t mine.
“That’s it,” I said as Shay whimpered. She lashed her arms around my neck, shoved her fingers through my hair, ran her palms down my flanks. It felt like she was learning the topography, rushing to find everything she could and catalog it for safekeeping.
For the next time.
I wanted to write my name inside her. Her inner muscles tightened around me and I moved my thumb from her lips. I dropped a quick kiss there before resting my forehead against hers. I had a minute, maybe two, before I drained myself into her and then snuggled her like she was the key to preventing my soul from slipping away.
“That’s my girl,” I growled as she came. I collected her cries with a kiss and answered the beautiful spasms inside her with one of my own, and it wasn’t until I could hear over my heartbeat again that I realized I’d been whisperingmineinto her skin the whole time.
* * *
My phone woke me up.It was always the phone. No need for an alarm when I could count on something to go wrong and someone to call and tell me about it.
But before I could focus on the screen, I heard a child-sized knock at my door. Then, “Noah, some people are here to see you.”
Beside me, Shay mumbled, “What’s going on?”
“I have no idea,” I replied, still squinting at the screen. Why would I have twenty-nine text messages on a Sunday morning? What the fresh hell? “Who is it, Gen?”
She turned the knob and pushed the door open just enough to peek in with one eyeball. “Everyone.”
“Okay,” I said to Gennie. “Give me just a minute and I’ll come downstairs.”
“Will Shay come too?”
