Truth be told, the whole thing with Sver has me spooked too. I’m not worried about myself. Sasha is my woman, my wife. And I will do anything and everything to keep her close and keep her safe.
She’s already in the bathroom, I hear the water running. Crossing to the doorway, I lean against the jam as she washes her face, my gaze running over her glossy ponytail, down her neck and back, and over the swell of her ass, her legs on full display in the dress.
I’ve been half hard all night, and looking at her now, I’d like to fuck her right here, right now as I bend her over the sink.
Her gaze catches mine in the mirror and I see her eyes widen. “Ryker.”
My name on her lips pulls me in closer and I stalk toward her. She spins just before I get there so that she’s facing me, which only invites me to pull her into my body, my lips finding the pulsing vein in her neck.
“You all right? It’s been a crazy day.” I run my hands over her body, testing her muscles. Are they tense? Relaxed? I know she’s not hurt, but it’s almost like I’m checking her for injuries. But she’s relaxed in my arms. I relax too.
I lightly nip her skin with my teeth, my cock getting hard until it’s pressing into the cradle of her hips as one her legs winds around mine. I love the way her petite frame feels in my hands, the way she fits against me, hot, sexy, and a touch vulnerable. “Your body is made for mine,” I rumble into her skin.
She shivers against me. “You think?”
“I know, Princess.” Whatever we’re building, I’m going to enjoy the ride.
“I’ll have to take your word for it,” she answers, even as she tilts her head to give me more access.
“Why is that?” I ask, lifting my head. I don’t even realize I’m glaring until her eyes widen. Am I frightening her?
For some reason, it pisses me off that this isn’t special for her. That she isn’t feeling what I’m feeling.
“Because,” she whispers, her fingers digging into my biceps. “I’ve never…”
My eyes narrow into slits as I stare down at her, trying to catch her meaning. “What do you mean, you’ve never…”
She flushes pink. “I lived under house arrest. I didn’t exactly date.”
This time, her words penetrate my dense skull and I harden everywhere, my cock thick enough to cut diamonds. “Wife, are you telling me you’re a virgin?”
“I know it’s not normal,” she rushes to explain. “It’s not a big deal. I just thought you’d want to know.”
I bend down, wrapping an arm under her ass and lifting her into my arms. “I do want to know,” I growl, as I start carrying her toward the bed.
Did sex with Sasha seem special before? Now it’s…
The very idea that she would be all mine. That no man has ever gotten to experience what I have. It makes my chest grow impossibly tight. “It’s a big fucking deal to me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Sasha
His words jolt through me.
I feel the rejection in them, know that he’s about to tell me that I’m not worth the trouble. That my virginity is a complication he didn’t anticipate and doesn’t want.
I don’t know what I’m doing. Have no idea how to be a good lover. And honestly, I was bound to disappoint my husband somehow, someway. I always do.
No man in my life has ever just loved me. Like I didn’t already know something is wrong with me.
I curl away from him, as best as I can as he carries me. I have no idea where we’re going or why. He wouldn’t…toss me out, would he?
My gut clenches as I try to remind myself that I want freedom. That I’m actively trying to find a way out. Why would leaving make me both sad and frightened?
I tell myself that I’m just not ready. That’s why I don’t want to go. Or that sighting Sver has me spooked. But I can feel that it’s more. That I feel safe in his arms, and I like being here with him.
That I want to sleep curled next to him like I did last night.
