I lifted her hands higher, pressing a kiss into each trembling palm before threading our fingers together. Her breath caught, but she didn’t pull away.
“I should’ve been there today.” My lips brushed the skin just above where my rings circled her finger. “So let me be here now for you.”
Callie’s lips parted, her chest rising faster beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. The doubt in her eyes hadn’t vanished, but I caught the flicker of hope threaded through it.
I wasn’t alone in this. She wanted me to prove I was worthy of her love.
I lowered my mouth to hers, the quiet press of a man desperate to earn back trust. The faint salt of her tears on her lips nearly undid me—a reminder that I was the reason she’d shed them.
My hands slid up her arms, carefully coaxing her closer inch by inch until her body softened against mine. Every little sigh felt like a prayer answered.
“Please, Callie, ” I whispered between kisses, my forehead resting against hers. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
I didn’t waste the chance she just gave me. Sweeping my arm under her knees, I lifted her into my arms and strode toward our bedroom.
The weight of my regret was heavy in my chest, but her warmth in my arms grounded me. I needed to show Callie how sorry I was, how much I loved her.
Laying her gently on our bed, I murmured against her ear, “My sweet wife.”
Passion flared in her eyes when I lifted her shirt over her head so I could wrap my lips around her nipple. My tongue and teeth worked in rhythm to tease her breasts through the delicate lace of her bra before I undid the clasp and bared her perfect tits. I bit, licked, and sucked on them until she writhed beneath me, her body trembling with need. Only then did I trail my fingers down her stomach, my heart pounding with the urge to make this right as I felt her shiver in anticipation.
I pressed a kiss right above her belly button. “I know I’ve done a shitty job of showing it, but I love you, sweetheart.”
“Show me.”
Her pleading tone held a hint of desperation that I knew was more from fear than passion, making me even more determined to prove myself to my wife. “I will.”
My hands slid down to the button on her shorts, flicked it open so I could tug them down her legs. Then I moved lower to grip her thighs and spread them wider. Positioning myself between them, I bent down to lick from her knee, along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, up to the seam of her panties.
When I pulled back to repeat the process on her other leg, she moaned in protest. “Don’t tease me, Ethan. I need you.”
I might’ve fucked up today, but at least I could give her what she wanted now. “You want to come on my fingers or my mouth?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Both, fingers first.”
I loved that even though I’d hurt her, Callie wasn’t holding back her passionate response.
I dipped the tip of my finger inside her slick heat, her inner walls clenching around me. “That’s my greedy girl.”
“Only for you.”
Those words hit me like a vow, deepening my need to show her how much she meant to me. She was mine, and I’d spend every moment proving it.
“Damn fucking straight. You’re mine, Callie.”
I added a second finger, twisting my hand so my thumb rubbed her clit with each thrust. She arched her hips, meeting my movements, and I bent to suck a nipple into my mouth. When I bit down gently, she shattered, screaming my name.
Her cries filled the room, every sound a tether pulling me back from the fear I’d lose her.
“Ethan!” Her hands gripped the sheets so tightly, I thought they might tear, and I felt a surge of pride at how she responded to me.
“So fucking wet for me,” I murmured, kissing the spot on her breast I’d bitten before trailing my lips down to her pussy. “It’s a good thing you wanted my mouth on you next, ‘cause I can’t wait any longer to get your taste in my mouth. I crave you, Callie. Every minute of every day.”
I tore her panties off, opened her pussy with my thumbs, and licked her from top to bottom. A growl rumbled from my chest as her flavor exploded on my tongue.
I devoured her like a starving man, my grip unrelenting as her pleas spurred me to give her more.
