I keep my eyes on his, my brown to his blue as my fingers go to the tie holding the robe closed. I tug the lose knot open, the slightly colder air hitting my naked skin, my nipples reacting to it and peaking beneath the lace.
Malakai lets out a hard breath, his jaw popping as he lets his eyes glide down my body. I shrug the robe off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor at my feet.
His eyes burn as they look at every inch of me, my chest moving rapidly as I breathe heavily.
“Olivia,” His voice is all growl.
My pussy clenches at the sound, my stomach knotting. So damn easy for him, my body is not my own when it comes to Malakai Farrow, it belongs to him.
My husband.
“I ache,” I whisper, swallowing.
His eyes bounce to mine and a slow, seductive grin pulls up his mouth, “Then let me fix that for you, kitten.”
Chapter Fifty-six
She is the most stunning woman I have ever seen.
But I knew that before I saw her standing before me in white lingerie.
The low lighting out on the deck kisses her skin, highlighting every curve and dip of her and that little lacy number does nothing to hide what is underneath.
Color blooms on her cheeks as I look at every inch of her. There is not enough time to explore it all, not enough minutes for me to get on my knees and worship her.
My cock is hard, my blood humming through me.
She aches. She told me so herself and I’m ready to relieve her of her pain, to make her come for me repeatedly. I want her pussy on my fingers, in my mouth, on my cock. I want to stretch that tight little cunt until she can’t fucking walk, until all she can think and breathe is me.
Her eyes drop to the obvious hard on I have, the bulge at the front of my pants stretching the material around the outline of my cock.
“Spin for me, kitten,” I order on a rasp, “Let me see it all.”
There isn’t a second of hesitancy as she slowly spins, showing me every angle, the curve of her spine and the firm globes of her ass cheeks.
“So pretty, Olivia.” I praise, “And you’re wearing this just for me.”
She gives a small nod, capturing her lip between her teeth while her eyes drop to the glass on the table, still full of the whiskey she poured me.
“Can I have a drink?” She asks.
“Go ahead,” I lean back on the couch, watching her hips sway as she closes the short gap between her and the glass. Her long, delicate fingers pluck the glass from the table and then she swirls the whiskey.
“Is this your favorite way to drink your whiskey, Kai?”
My cock jerks.
“Yes.”
She nods and then takes a swig, taking at least half of it into her mouth before she drops the whiskey to the table and strides toward me confidently.
I adjust my position as she climbs onto my lap, stretching her legs over my thighs to straddle me and then her fingers are on my jaw, nails biting in just a little. I tip my head back, lids hooded with lust but then she shocks the shit out of me.
She brings her mouth close to mine before her thumb pushes on my bottom lip and forces my mouth to open. And before I can question it, can take control, she’s lining up her mouth to mine and emptying the whiskey onto my tongue.
I swallow every drop down.
“How about now?” She breathes, her tongue darting out to capture a drop caught at the corner of my lips.
