“Devil and damn, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you, Evie.” His gaze, steel-blue and earnest, pierced her heart. “This is what I wanted: nothing but honesty between us.”
There are still secrets between us.
She shoved aside the thought. She’d revealed more than she ever had, and for now, that was enough. While she hadn’t told him all the details of her past, she had let him see the truth of her heart. Right now, she felt freer with James than she had in ages…perhaps ever.
“I’ve missed you, too,” she whispered. “I hated fighting with you.”
“Fighting isn’t all bad.”
“It isn’t?”
“No. Because now…” His smile had a wolfish edge. “We get to make up.”
He kissed her, and her thoughts melted. When he finished ravishing her mouth, he searched out the sensitive places that made her writhe and pant. The plump lobe of her ear, the tender line of her throat. He cupped her breasts, and his eyes went heavy-lidded as he played with her nipples, setting off pulses of pleasure. When he bent his head and licked the budded tips through the linen, she moaned his name.
“Your tits are so pretty,” he muttered. “I cannot get enough of them.”
He reached for the neckline of her chemise. She expected him to draw it over her head; instead, he tore it straight down the middle. The sound of rending fabric took her back to that time in the greenhouse, when James had first shown her his primal side. She adored the hot-blooded lover beneath his civilized polish and tingled from head to toe as he raked a greedy gaze over her nakedness.
“That is more like it,” he said.
When he fell upon her, she speared her fingers through his hair, holding on as he devoured her breasts. He layered sensation upon sensation, lashing with his tongue, scraping with his bristle, and grazing with his teeth. She squirmed, squeezing her thighs together, wanting more yet not knowing how much more she could take. When he pinched one nipple and closed his lips around the other, she felt a liquid tug at her core. He suckled her forcefully, and she gasped at the sudden flood of bliss.
He looked at her with glinting surprise. “Did you come, sweetheart?”
Embarrassed, she couldn’t answer him. It had never happened this way before. She’d never been this terribly eager?—
“Well now.” His mouth formed a sensual curve. “What a delightful surprise.”
“For me too,” she admitted.
His smile deepened. “I wonder what else we shall discover.”
“Oh, God,” Evie chanted. “Oh, my goodness. Oh my God.”
“James will suffice, darling.”
He would have said more, but his mouth was otherwise occupied. Eating his wife’s pussy was a treat, one he’d allowed himself to indulge in on occasion. For despite his enjoyment, Evie had always been a bit bashful about having her cunny licked. Sensing her discomfort, he’d backed off. He’d done a lot of that, he realized. Of retreating…out of courtesy or to preserve what he’d perceived to be his wife’s delicate sensibilities.
Not tonight. Tonight, Evie was different—they both were. The conflict that had nearly torn them apart had instead torn down the barrier between them. Their argument had left him feeling raw…and strangely free. It was as if he’d shed the cloak of responsibility and restraint he’d worn all his life. Apollo, his foot. Tonight, he was nothing like that aloof and disciplined god. If anything, he felt like Bacchus, wild and maddened by sensual desire.
Spreading Evie’s plump crease with his thumbs, he feasted his fill. Her wanton flavor and desperate cries were the most potent of aphrodisiacs. His granite-hard cock throbbed with a heartbeat of its own, and he ground against the mattress, just enough to relieve the pressure. He didn’t want to go off like a Roman candle when there were things he burned to try with Evie—fantasies that had teased his imagination but that he'd suppressed for one reason or another.
Like this, for instance.
Stiffening his tongue, he pushed it inside his wife’s passage. When she responded with a squeak and a lush squeeze, he grunted with delight. Soon another part of him would be buried deep inside this lovely hole…
Evie jerked her head up, her dazed gaze meeting his. “Should you be doing that?”
“Most definitely,” he said thickly. “You are delectable, meant to be savored inside and out.”
To prove his point, he swiped his tongue up her slit, using the tip to tickle her pearl. She went stiff as a board, then let out a wail. Weaving her fingers into his hair, she arched her needy little pussy against his mouth. By Jove, she was a vixen. Why the bloody hell had he held back before?
Then and there, he came to a decision.
There will be no more holding back—for either of us.
He replaced his tongue with his thumb. Rubbing her slick bud, he licked inside her again. Her taste intoxicated him and drew a spurt of early desire as he thrust against the mattress.
