My chest went tight at his words.
We’ll be in it.
Not you. Not someone.We.
I stared at the faint ripples in the water, the way our reflections shimmered and fractured in them—together, then apart. A weight settled deep in my chest.
Hope? Fear? Maybe both.
Because the truth was, I had no idea where we’d be in a few months, let alone by the end of the year. All I knew was this thing that was supposed to be a means to an end…something that had started entirely fake…felt more real than anything else in my life.
And that scared the hell out of me.
He kissed my temple, just a soft brush of his lips against my skin. Then my shoulder, my neck. He dragged his fingers down my stomach, slow and deliberate, no mistaking his intentions.
“Lincoln…”
“Shh.” His voice was just a low rumble against my ear, sending a shiver skating down my spine and tightening my nipples into stiff peaks. “Let me get you nice and relaxed, wife.”
His fingers dipped lower still, teasing the seam where my thigh met my body. Barely brushing my skin and nowhere near where I needed him, but I was still tingling and craving more.
“I’m already relaxed, thanks to this tub you built me,” I whispered, breath catching as he drew slow, lazy circles everywhere but the place I needed him most. “You don’t have to make me come too.”
“Haveto? Hellcat, I get theprivilegeof making you come. Theonlyone who’s ever had it.” He pressed a kiss to the curve where my neck met my shoulder. “And I built this tub to spoil the hell out of my wife, so that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
Without making me wait another second, he slid his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy before running a thick finger up my slit. As soon as he made contact with my clit, I shudderedout a breath, sinking back into him, my thighs widening on instinct.
“There you go.” He hummed low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my back. “Spread those legs for me, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
He stroked me with purpose, precision, his fingers wicked tools that had me desperate and aching in seconds. I let my head fall back on his shoulder, my hips rocking against his touch, lost in the sensations he was dragging from my body.
“Linc,” I breathed, digging my fingers into his thighs, my body already strung tight. “God…”
“That’s my girl,” he rasped, his voice low and rough. “One touch and this pussy starts begging, doesn’t she? Like she knows I’m the only one who can make her feel this good. Like she knows she’s mine.”
I shuddered out a moan, my entire body going molten thanks to his touch and his voice andhim. He skimmed his free hand up my torso to cup one of my breasts, his thumb and forefinger tugging the stiff peak. The sensation sent a bolt of lightning straight to my pussy, my clit throbbing as he teased me.
“Love this sweet little cunt,” he murmured, the tip of his nose nuzzling behind my ear, his lips brushing my skin. “I want this pussy ruined for anyone but me. Want you so used to my hands, my mouth, my cock, nothing else could even come close to satisfying you.”
I whimpered, the heat in my belly building fast, my body thrumming with sensation and longing and something deeper I didn’t want to name. Lincoln sped up his movements, his thumb circling my clit while he curled his fingers inside me, coaxing me higher.
“You make the filthiest noises when I touch you like this, hellcat. I don’t want anyone else to ever know how you sound when you’re like this. All wrecked and needy and perfect.”
His words sank into me as he tugged on my nipple, his thumb a blur on my clit, fingers stroking so deep inside me. My breath held, my entire body strung taut…
And then, all at once, I shattered.
I arched against him, a sharp cry tearing from my throat as pleasure crashed through me in unending waves. My thighs trembled, my pussy pulsing around his fingers. Until, finally, I sagged back against him, boneless and breathless and so fucking in love.
Goddammit, I was in love.
With the one man who pushed my buttons more than anyone else ever could. Who challenged me, fought with me, sparred with me. Who fucked me and worshiped me and took care of me.
The one man I wasn’t supposed to want. The one man I wasn’t supposed tokeep.
And I didn’t want to admit—even to myself—just how desperately I wanted to.
So, instead, I turned in his arms and straddled his lap. The look in his eyes made my pulse stutter—dark, tender, and so full of want it nearly undid me. I reached between us and gripped his cock, long and thick and so fucking hard for me.
