“Yeah, but if those come off right now, I won’t be able to control myself.” He dropped his mouth to my neck, pressing hot kisses to my throat and speaking against my skin. “If you had any idea how much I want tonotbe the good guy right now…”
“So don’t be,” I whispered, biting back a moan as I started rolling my own hips in time with his. “I don’t want you to control yourself.”
He nipped at my throat, another rough, needy groan coming out of him, but then he lifted his head to look at me again. “You’re my wife, Charlotte. I told you, that means that I want to do this right. Fucking you raw wouldn’t be doing it right, but…”
“I don’t care.”
“I do. I can’t do that with you.” He kissed my mouth again, the hard length of him grinding against me in a way that made sparks fly behind my eyes. I felt my eyebrows furrow in response and he groaned again, lowering his forehead to mine. “All I want tonight is to make you feel good. To learn what makes you tickand to worship every inch of you until you know that I’m not as honorable as you seem to think. None of this is about duty, Charlotte.”
“Why do you keep saying my name?”
“Because I’ve waited a really fucking long time to say it while I’ve got you naked underneath me.” A slight smirk appeared on his lips. “You can beCharorLottieto everyone else. To me, you’re Charlotte. My insanely sexy wife whosebreathing exerciseshad me so worked up earlier that I couldn’t even stand up right away.”
My eyes widened, but then I laughed and wrapped my legs around his hips, sliding my fingers into his hair to bring him closer. “That was why you didn’t come swim immediately?”
“You didn’t see the way you were looking at me.” He planted another hard kiss on my lips, but then he moved down, dragging his lips and tongue across my throat to my chest, sucking my nipples into his mouth and letting his teeth just barely graze across them.
With every sound I made or jerk of my body, he glanced up at me, like he was checking I was still okay. I wasn’t. I was on fire for him, but his restraint showed in every brush of his hands and every line he didn’t cross.
He kissed me until my thoughts blurred and my heart thudded loud enough I was sure it was about to break out of my chest. I’d never been kissed like this before, like I was this wanted, this cherished. Like I mattered this much.
He didn’t push or rush and that made everything ten times more intense. When he’d finally slid down far enough that his face was between my legs, he pushed them open further with those big hands on the insides of my knees, and then he looked up at me again.
“If you want me to stop, now is the time to say it,” he murmured, his eyes intent on mine. “I honestly don’t know if I’ll be able to once I’ve tasted you.”
My breath stalled in my lungs, my fingers tugging at his hair as I writhed underneath him. “Do. Not. Stop.”
“Yeah.” He held my gaze for another beat. “Okay. Just talk to me, alright? If anything?—”
“Trent?”
“Yes?”
“Would you please just stop worrying and get the hell out of your own head?”
A beat passed before he grinned, a slow, wicked smile that made the fingers of my hand not in his hair curl around the sheets with anticipation. “Whatever you say,Wife.”
He took a breath, then lowered his gaze to my pussy, the most intimate part of me completely exposed to him from that angle. I didn’t try to hide, just watching him as he looked at me.
Soft curses fell out of him, his handsome features contorting like he was being tortured. “Fuck, Charlotte, you’re so wet.”
“I know,” I whispered. “I told you I wanted you.”
He let out a long, low groan. “Christ, the things I want to do to you right now.”
“So do them.”
“Nope.” He glanced up at me, restraint etched into every line of his gorgeous face. “I shouldn’t even be doingthiswith you. I can’t, Charlotte.”
“Yes, you can and you should. Because you’re my husband and I’m your wife.” I reached for his left hand and ran my finger over the wedding band. “You’re not going to scare me, Trent. We can take it slow, but just know that I’m ready when you are.”
“Fuck me,” he muttered, drawing out the words. Then he moved his mouth to my core, licking a long, hot line through me from bottom to top.
I moaned loudly, falling back against the pillows as my grip tightened on his hair and on the sheets. It turned out that the lazy, sexy Texas drawl wasn’t the best thing he could do with that mouth after all. Not by a long shot.
My eyes slammed shut when he sucked my clit between his lips, sinking a finger into me at the same time. I practically flew off the bed, anchored only by his grip on my hip as he kept licking and sucking until it felt like I was levitating.
My toes curled, my brow furrowing to the point of pain as pleasure coiled tight in that secret deep place within. “Trent. Oh, God. Trent, yes.”
