“Of course,” she laughs, patting my shoulder affectionately. “Now, go have fun with your husband.”
***
Roarke
Five years ago, I received a file on the Marino sisters, and the moment I saw her face, I knew somehow that the girl staring back at me would change my life. I just never quite knew to what extent.
I haven’t had a nightmare in over three years, and even before then, they were few and far between—only happening when work kept me from our bed—and they were never violent. Before her, I never imagined anything being more important to me than work or my family. At some point, the darkness would have consumed me, and I would have lost both.
She was the light—the one who chased away the shadows and the demons that hid in it.
My entire world is seated across from me on a private plane flying across the ocean. The soft glow of the cabin lights shimmers over her face, highlighting the curve of her cheekbones and the way that beautiful, chocolate brown hair falls over her shoulders.
She looks absolutely stunning, and I feel my cock harden as I watch her, still dressed in that dusty-rose-pink cocktail dress. I’ve been picturing taking it off of her all evening and licking her breasts that seem to have grown with the birth of our second son. All night, I watched her, picturing her red heels digging into my back as I licked her pussy until she was all soft and wet for my cock.
Christ above but I want her.
“It’s been forever since we took time for ourselves,” she says, her eyes sparkling like the champagne in our glasses, oblivious to the fire burning through my veins. Something akin to worry crosses her eyes as she delicately swirls the golden liquid, light catching the subtle movement of her hand. “I’m going to miss my babies. Do you think they’ll be alright without us?”
“You know how much your sister adores them. They’ll be fine,” I say, reaching for a chocolate-covered strawberry andtipping it toward her. “Besides, we’ll call them every night so you can talk to them. Relax, baby.”
“You’re right,” she says, her lips curving into a smile as she leans forward and bites the strawberry off my fingers, her eyes flashing mischievously at me as she licks the chocolate off my fingers. Oh, so maybe she isn’t that oblivious to my need for her.
The flight attendant tops up our champagne glasses before quietly excusing herself, indicating she’ll be in the front and asking us to press the call button if we need her, but I don’t think we will. We’re not going to need her for several hours. Not until we land anyway.
I climb to my feet and take my wife’s hand, helping her up from her seat. “I think it’s about time we joined the mile-high club, don’t you?”
Elena flushes prettily, and I am pleased that I can still get that reaction from my wife. “Surely, even you can wait until we get to the island,” she says, biting her lip. But she doesn’t put up much of a protest as I guide her to the bedroom at the back. “Roarke, this is wrong—”
I crash my mouth on hers the second the door closes behind us, and she gasps before parting her lips for me with a moan. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her flush against me as I thrust my tongue between her lips, groaning when it finds hers. I deepen the kiss, tasting the chocolate and champagne clinging to her, addictive and so damn sweet.
All mine.
She moans when I flatten her back against the door, her hands pushing my jacket off my shoulders before moving to unbutton my shirt. I let them drop to the floor, sliding my hands down and squeezing her ass, all that sexy flesh filling my palms perfectly. “I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon,” Igrowl, pushing back to look at her, and Christ, she’s the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen. “I want you, now.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, pushing in for a kiss, but I move back, dropping to my knees on the cabin floor. She shivers when I shove at her dress until I am staring at the thin triangle of her thong. “Roarke—”
“Let me have you, baby,” I growl, reaching up and tugging her thong down her thighs before tearing it completely off. I shove the flimsy material into my pocket without taking my eyes off the pink flesh between her thighs. So damn hot. So fucking sexy, and she’s all mine. I slide my hands up and down her thighs, leaning forward to inhale the sweet scent of her arousal, getting high off the scent of her.
“Fuck!” I moan, pressing my nose into her pussy and inhaling deeply until her scent clouds my senses.
So perfect.
She cries out when I lick her, sliding my tongue between her wet folds and lapping up her arousal.
“Roarke, oh God!”
I grip her knee and raise it to my shoulder, pushing in for more. She sobs and mewls as I drag my tongue through her pussy before pushing in to lick at her clit. Her heel digs into my back as she rolls her hips into me, fingers combing through my hair and pulling me closer to her pulsing flesh. “Yes, oh God. Feels good.”
My aching cock threatens to explode, so I push back, making her whine. “Not yet,” I growl, straightening up. Her cheeks are flushed with heat, and those eyes are dazed as I grab her waist and flip her around to face the wall. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, arching her back for me as I work my cock out of my pants. I flatten one palm on her back and the other on her hip as I line the head of my hard length with her wet little hole. “Please,” she whines when I don’t move, her thighs trembling against me. “Roarke!”
I slam forward, driving my cock deep into her snug pussy with a strangled shout, darn near spilling on the spot. She’s so fucking wet and tight, pulsing around me and dragging me closer to an edge I’ve been riding all fucking evening.
“Fuck!” I growl, sliding a hand around and cupping her breasts, fondling them over the dress as I start rocking into her. She lifts her ass to meet my thrusts, crying out as I hammer my cock into her pussy. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby. Mine.A chroí,” I mumble into her neck, pouring my heart out to the one woman who claimed it five years ago.
“Yours,” she sobs, crying out when I slide my free hand around to stroke her clit. I press my thumb down and rub at the swollen bud, slamming hard into her softness, burying my cock deep into her as I feel myself getting closer to the edge.
