She explored along his teeth with her tongue.
She’d completely forgotten what this felt like. Kissing. Kissing because she wanted to. Because she couldn’t help herself.
Not out of duty or habit.
The heaviness between her legs turned into an ache which spread up into her breasts.
He’d untangled his hand from her hair and hitched one of her legs around his waist.
Penny dropped one of her hands and tried to pull him closer.
“Ah! Oh, fuck!”
He dropped her leg and grasped his shoulder. He moved so quickly that she fell back onto the bed.
In her unbridled passion, she’d inadvertently squeezed his wounded shoulder.
She would have fled except she needed to make sure she hadn’t maimed him first.
“Penny.” He spoke between gasps of pain. “Don’t you dare run. I know that’s what you’re thinking.” He released his shoulder and stood facing her. “You are not leaving me in this condition.”
The obvious raging erection beneath his sweats begged for attention.
When would she admit to herself that she needed to break free of who she’d become? That she wanted to leave the old Penny behind and become somebody else for a little while? Somebody who took what she wanted and embraced sexual need? Lust?
With his feet braced, he stood directly in front of her, his hand in her hair again.
“You want this, Penny. Just admit it.” He pressed his hips forward, the material of those sweats brushing her face.
Without even thinking about it, she reached up and grasped his waistband.
She let her fingers dip inside and slide around to his hips.
And then she slowly…
Tugged.
Down.
When was the last time she’d done this? How many times had she done this?
She thought she could count on less than two hands the amount of times she’d given her husband head.
And less than one hand the number of times she’d wanted to.
But she wanted this. Every inch of it.
No, strike that, she needed this. She needed to take this heavy, pulsing cock into her mouth.
She released the sweats and wrapped her fingers around him.
It was hot, hard, and silky.
And grew larger before her eyes.
She glanced up. Chaz watched with a hooded gaze.
“Are you still in pain?” The grimace he made resembled his expression after she’d nearly maimed him.
