Shaking his head, he leaned in to whisper in my ear. "You need to be punished."
I jerked back. "I do not!"
The tenor of his voice dropped. "You know you enjoy the very idea."
I couldn't believe the change in course we'd taken. "Our baby is right there."
He held my gaze. "So if I check right now, you're not wet?"
"You wouldn't!" I could see that he would, in fact, check my panties right then and there. "You're giving me whiplash."
There was a pause. "I couldn't find you."
Finally, I heard the pain behind his actions. "I apologize for not telling you where I went. I didn't realize it would be a problem."
"Don't do it again. I wouldn't be able to . . ."
Understanding, I picked up his hand. We played with Finn until it was time for his bath, and Burke appeared to be at peace once again. Everything about the day confused me, and not just the meeting with the Navarros. Burke ran hot and cold, angry and desperate. The only thing I knew for certain was that my husband was a complicated man.
39
Burke
I couldn't help pacing the length of the nursery while Kinsley said goodnight to Finn. There was a pulsing energy inside me, rising quickly until it seemed close to overflowing. I was nearly drowning in desire, and yet I knew it was an overreaction to what I considered her disappearing. The bottom line was I didn't know where she'd gone, but I knew she had the right to walk out the door after the way I'd yelled at her. It wasn't intentional, none of it, but I’d lost my shit at the idea of the Navarros coming so close to hurting her. Then the massive relief of realizing Kinsley hadn't left me morphed into a raging hard on.
Finally, she turned away from the crib, and I took her place.
"Codladh sámh, a mhic," I whispered to Finn; Sleep well, my son. I was determined he’d be bilingual too, learning the language my grandparents had taught me before they passed.
Then, I followed Kinsley into our bedroom. It wouldn't surprise me if she thought I'd lost my mind, especially because of the things I said to her after dinner. Technically, I meant every word. Also technically, I knew I’d lost my mind.
"Kinsley."
At my guttural whisper, she stopped and faced me. I met her halfway across the room, framing her face in my hands and pressing my lips to hers. To meet me fully, she rose on her toes with her fist wrapped around my tie and moaned into my mouth, all the signs I needed to know she wasn't upset with me.
In seconds, she'd pushed my suit coat off my shoulders, and I'd toed off my shoes and picked her up. She let out a laugh, and I smiled down into her beautiful face.
"Burke, you know I . . ."
My throat seized up, my heartbeat pounding uncomfortably hard in my chest. If neither of us ever said it, then it would hurt less when this crashed and burned.
"I never meant to worry you," she finished, a crease marring her normally smooth forehead.
Letting out a hard breath, I set her down on our bed. "I know."
Swallowing, she nodded, reaching for my tie and yanking the knot until she could slip it over my head. I unbuttoned my shirt before reaching for her, tugging until I had removed all her clothes.
Naked in the late evening light streaming through the sheer curtains, she was a glorious sight to my starving eyes. I needed her, above all reason or common sense. Quickly, I pulled off the rest of my clothes in order to press skin to skin. Roaming fingertips trailed along her body, making her shiver and writhe. It brought me pleasure to affect her that way, to know her body responded involuntarily to my touch. Gently, I brought her leg over my hip, stroking down her thigh and back up. On a whim, I slapped her ass cheek and laughed at her squeak.
"Told you I would punish you," I murmured playfully in her ear, flicking my tongue along the shell before sucking on her neck.
Kinsley moaned, telling me she enjoyed the spanking. Experimentally, I tried it again, earning a deeper moan. Her hips rocked, bringing her body in contact with my straining cock.
I shifted my hand between her legs, cupping her cunt. "You're soaking wet, Kinsley."
"Just like you said I was," she replied, meeting my gaze.
With her in my arms, I could forget about all the wrong I'd done, all the sins I'd committed. Before Kinsley, the only way I could shut out the world was to lose myself in a bottle of whiskey. The new alternative was much preferred in my mind; I could lose myself inside my wife’s pussy instead. Using two fingers, I caressed her clit as she clutched my shoulders and surged toward me. Heat built between us, begging for release.
