I rolled to meet her. My hands are already on her body. “What sex or between us?”
“Both,” she admitted. “I mean, I knew people enjoyed it, but I didn’t expect it—” she trailed off, embarrassed, “to feel so good. If I had known, I might have been tempted to try before.”
She meant it jokingly, but I pinned her to the bed anyway, forcing her arms down into the pillows on either side of her head.
“It wouldn’t be like that with anyone else,” I growled out. “Sex with anyone else would be disgusting. You would hate it.”
“Is that right?” There was a hint of a giggle in her voice, and her eyes were shining.
“One hundred percent. I’m the only one who can take you to heaven.” As if to prove my point, I slithered down her body, sucking one pink nipple into my mouth hard.
Her back arched off the bed, fingers digging into my scalp. “Alexei,” she moaned.
“Yes, wife,” I answered, my mouth still clamped around the wet bud of her nipple. “Is there something you want?”
I knew what she wanted because I wanted the same thing. I wanted to be inside her again.
“I need you.”
“Do you now?” Licking her nipple, I lifted my eyes to find her staring down at me.
“I would like to—” She waggled her eyebrows again, but didn’t finish the sentence. “I mean, if you want to.”
“I want to.” I came off her nipple with a wet pop and climbed over her body. “I want to, and I am more than willing. Tell me what you want?”
Amy reached for me. “You,” she said breathlessly. “Inside of me.”
Her words were like music to my ears.
“Anything for my wife.”
“Sir?” There was a small knock on the door.
I froze, staring down at Amy, who looked like she was trying not to laugh.
“What is it, Mrs. Cole?” I asked roughly. The tip of my cock pressed against Amy’s wet opening. I slid inside an inch, watching her face as I pushed my way inside of her.
“There is a call for you and—”
Another inch, I was struggling not to groan. “Tell them I’m not available,” I panted. Below me, Amy bit on her fist to stop from crying out. “In fact, I won’t be seeing or speaking to anyone before ten a.m. for the foreseeable future.” Another inch, and this time, Amy whimpered loud enough for my housekeeper to hear. “And we will have breakfast in here every morning.”
There was a pause. “Of course, sir.” I could hear the giggle in my middle-aged housekeeper’s voice. “I’ll get that all arranged for you.”
Her footsteps fell away, and I turned back to the woman pressed under me on the bed. A wicked smile split my face as I stared down at her. “Now, where were we?”
Chapter Sixteen
Amy
“And where do you think you are going, looking all delicious?”
The sound of Alexei’s husky voice made me smile. Half turning while fixing one of the stud earrings he had brought me last week into my left lobe, I couldn’t help but smile at him.
Oh, how times had changed. Two months had passed since our wedding, and I honestly felt closer to him than almost any other person in the world. Sex had helped us become closer, but it was our talks before and after that had really brought us together.
He really wasn’t as bad as I had first thought. In fact, there was a protective streak in his usually cold countenance that was just as hot as the way he possessively pinned me down on the bed and had his way with me.
The memories of earlier that morning swamped me, and my smile grew wistful. I still ached between my legs. That’s how vigorous his lovemaking had been.
