Brax's mouth drags up my throat. He nibbles on my pulse until it's running so fast my vision blurs. His hands slide along my hips, anchoring me against him as if the entire world has narrowed to the inches between our bodies.
Every thought I had about Finn, Brenna, and dinner evaporates. There's nothing careful about the way he kisses me. There's no hesitation or conflict, just his intention to consume every part of my being.
I fist the collar of his shirt and yank him closer, swallowing the low sound he makes as I slide my leg against the inside of his. His thigh muscles tighten. His grip on my waist sharpens, pinning me to him.
I slide my hands under his boxers, stroking his shaft and rubbing the tip with my thumb.
"Slow down," he breathes against my mouth.
"Why? Thought this was a quickie?" I answer, biting his lower lip.
His breath stutters. "Doesn't mean I want to cum in two seconds."
I snicker, then flip out from under him. He turns on his back, and I stand over him. His eyes light up, and I unzip his pants. "These have togo." I grab the waistband and yank them off, displaying his hard erection.
Flames burn on his expression. He takes his finger and circles it in the air, ordering, "Take that robe off."
I slowly untie the belt, then slip it off. It falls to the floor. "Is this what you want, dear hubby?"
He scans my body, then mumbles, "Hotter than Wonder Woman." I glance at my chest, and he grabs me and tugs me over him.
I can't dwell on my branded mark. I shriek, laughing.
He smacks his palm into my ass and keeps it there. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you," I admit, my heart pitter-pattering.
He moves his hands to my thighs, then yanks my knees next to his hips. "Quickie now. Longer session after dinner."
I lean down, smile against his lips, and sink over him.
"Fucking hell, Minx," he groans.
My breath hitches into his. His palm hits my ass cheek again. The sting bounces to my core. His mouth claims me harder, his tongue moving deeper against mine.
I roll my hips, taking all of him in, then pulling away. He pushes me back as soon as there's only an inch of him inside me. I moan, breath shaking harder.
Heat pools low in my stomach, spreading through me in a slow, irresistible sweep. His shirt brushes my skin, and he drags a knuckle down my spine.
I tremble, whimpering louder, and rotating my hips faster.
His voice dips, quiet and heavy. "That's my wife."
Wife.
Every time he calls me that pride fills me. It's unexpected, not a feeling I ever allow. I realize it's because he sounds proud to claim me as his.
He kisses the corner of my mouth, mumbling, "I love watching you unravel."
Love.
It's the second time he's said it today.
Did he mean it on the phone when he said it?
I counter, "I don't unravel." My pussy throbs around him.
He smirks, dragging two fingers up the inside of my thigh. "You're unraveling right now." He pushes his thumb against my clit and circles.
