She didn’t budge. Instead, she fisted the base of his prick, frigging him as she sucked. Surely she had to know the inevitable conclusion if she kept this up… Her sultry gaze met his, and he realized that shedid. This naughtiness was new—not something he’d taught her. The bite of possessive rage amplified his arousal, pushing him over the edge.
“Fuck,”he bit out.
If this was what she wanted, he’d give it to her. Gripping her head, he thrust into her mouth. Harder and harder still, harder than he’d ever done in the past. But she took it; shelikedit, the desire in her eyes turning him inside out. Reminding him that nothing, nothing else mattered but being here with her.
With his Lottie, his bold little wanton—his.
Groaning, he came and came, spilling himself on his wife’s sweet tongue.
When the last shudder left him, he withdrew his still-hard cock. Her lips were swollen from pleasuring him, and lust licked his belly when he saw traces of his spend clinging to the plump bottom ledge.
When he thumbed it away, she gave his digit a nip.
“Was that as good as your fantasy?” she inquired.
She looked so endearingly pleased with herself that he had to tease her.
“It was not a bad start.”
“Not a bad start?—”
Her indignation melted into a gasp when he tumbled her onto her back. He yanked down her trousers, his blood pounding when he saw her pretty thatch, a shade darker than the blonde on her head. He ran a possessive finger along her slit, and animal satisfaction poured through him to find her wet and swollen. Holding her eyes, he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it clean.
A whimper escaped Lottie. Her breasts heaved, the tips flushed and budded.
“We’ve twelve years to make up for,” he told her. “As devilishly perfect as that mouth of yours is, love, we’ve only begun.”
To prove his point, he pushed her thighs apart. His nostrils and cock quivered at the lush pink oasis. Like a man starved, he lowered his head and feasted.
Jack opened his eyes to the semi-darkness of the cave.
At first, he wasn’t sure he’d awakened at all. Not because of the unfamiliar setting—he was used to waking in strange places—but because of the woman he held in his arms. Because he’d dreamed of this so often that it was difficult to convince himself that, this time, it was real.
She was here, her hair spilling like silk over his chest. Her scent teasing his nostrils, making him think of fresh linens even though their bed was currently a sandy blanket. Her soft, naked curves tucked against him, his better half, making him feel…whole.
Lottie and I…we belong together.
After last night, there was no doubting it. Not just because of the pleasure—though God knew there had been plenty of that going around. The memory of spending in his wife’s mouth, her pussy creaming against his own, contributed to his substantial morning cockstand. By all rights, he should be sated after coming thrice and making Lottie spend more times than that, but she was his obsession.
He could never get enough of her. He’d always known this, even though he told himself she deserved better. That was still true—she deserved more than the bastard he was—but last night had changed things. If twelve years hadn’t broken their connection, then maybe…just maybe there was a way to make this work?
Yet how could he come back into her life the way he wanted to—that is, permanently? How could he give her a life worthy of her? How could he be who he was and still be the husband she deserved?
The answer was simple…and impossible. He had to tell her the truth—about his past, his failures, the true nature of the man she’d married. And there was the rub: what was the point of telling her everything when it would only push her away? He’d deceived her from the start, and even though he’d tried to atone, to protect her and do what was right, he’d made things worse.
By walking away from the only woman he’d ever loved.
By making her grieve.
By depriving them both of everything they could have been…for twelve damned years.
“Mm hm hm.”
His brooding lifted, and his mouth twitched at his spouse’s sleepy mumbles. He used to tease her about talking in her sleep…mostly because he’d enjoyed her haughty denials that she did no such thing. Apparently, she hadn’t lost the charming habit.
Cheered by the thought, he felt the call of nature and reluctantly disentangled himself from Lottie. He managed not to wake her, although the sight of her pretty nipple peeping over the blanket almost made him reconsider his plan. He’d like to start the day right by eating his wife for breakfast…he grimaced, looking down at his erection and feeling the pressure of his bladder.
Take care of business first, eat Lottie later.
