FOURTEEN
When Aela shimmied against me,my morning wood appreciated the greeting.
Groaning, I pressed my hand to her belly to hold her in place. “Don’t tease. Too early for that. What day is it again?”
“24th.”
When I grumbled into the back of her neck, she snorted but shimmied again.
“Take the hint, O’Donnelly.”
My eyes popped open. “Huh?”
“The hint!”Another shimmy.
“Ohhh.”
Suddenly wide awake, I slipped my hand down her stomach and realized she’d worn one of those baggy shirts to bed.
How hadn’t I noticed that the night before? Not that I was complaining—easy access, for the fucking win.
I groaned again. “No panties?!”
“None.”
Her breathless tone had me nipping her shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me last night?”
“Because I wanted to sleep. Now, I’d very much like for my husband to fuck me before I have to go and make breakfast.”
“Your husband can definitely help with that. And breakfast too.”
She moaned. “That might be the sexiest thing you’ve said this month.”
“Then I need to work on my dirty talk.” I let my tongue flutter over to her pulse point as my hand slipped between her thighs.
Levering her leg, she hooked it over my knee, and I hissed when I found her warmth. Just on the brink of wetness. And from her “squirmy” state, I knew she’d been reading on her phone before she’d woken me up.
“What was it?” I breathed in her ear before nipping the lobe. “One of Aoife and Inessa’s recommendations?”
“Yessss.”
She shuddered as I fingered her clit then reached for the hem of her sleep shirt and dragged it up to her chest. When her fingers plucked at her nipple, I muttered, “I can’t see shit in here. Fucking daylight savings?—”
“Use your imagination. Don’t stop!” The hitch in her breath had me nipping her throat. “Ugh, you’re going to leave a hickey.”
“Is that a complaint?”
“No, but we’re too old for hickeys.”
“Ha!” I nipped her again. For extra measure. “Never too old.” I licked where I’d attacked and sucked, pressing down hard until she bucked back into me.
Veering away from her clit, I quickly slid my fingers down and tested her readiness.
“So wet for me, baby.”
“God, I hate you when you leave love bites, but they feel so good,” she mewled.
“That’s because I give you what you want. You’re just too shy to ask.”
