She understands the score better than most capos I’ve ever commanded.
And damn…
She’s passionate in ways that make my blood run hot.The greatest ally I could ever have at my side.
Too bad she never wanted the marriage.
The thought slices through me, sharp and unwelcome, but I shove it down.Tonight I will make her feel everything—make her body admit what her mind might still fight.I will overwhelm her until there is nothing left but us.
I step closer, letting her feel the heat of me before I touch her.
My fingers find the top button of her blouse.
Her gaze is on me, and her breath comes in tiny little pants.
One.
The fabric parts with a whisper.
Two.
Her mouth opens slightly, but she doesn’t protest.
Three.
She doesn’t pull away.
With deliberate determination, I peel the silk open inch by inch, exposing the lace edge of her bra, the smooth rise of her breasts.
“You wore this knowing I’d be stripping it off you later.”My voice is soft, but rough with the truth of it.
My knuckles brush her skin as I push the blouse off her shoulders and let it slide down her arms to pool at her feet.
She stands in nothing but black slacks and that delicate bra now, and the sight of her—my wife, my equal—makes my cock throb hard against my zipper.
I want her hands on me.
Fuck, I want her to reach for me the way I reach for her, but she holds still, waiting, always waiting for my lead.
The knowledge stings even as it fuels the aggression rising in my blood.Tonight I will take more.Tonight I will show her exactly who owns her pleasure.
My palm settles at her waist, fingers splaying wide over the waistband of her slacks.
I hook two fingers inside and tug her against me.
Her body meets mine—soft curves to hard muscle—and I feel the tremor that runs through her.
Good.
I lower my mouth to hers, not gentle.I crush my lips to hers, tongue demanding entrance.
She opens for me instantly, and I plunder, devouring, sliding my free hand up to cup the back of her neck and hold her exactly where I want her.
When I finally pull back, her lips are swollen, her eyes dazed.“That’s my good girl,” I tell her, the words rumbling out of me.“Open for me like that every time I kiss you.”
I drop to one knee in front of her, hands on her hips, and work the button of her slacks free.The zipper sighs as it slides down.
Slowly, reverently, I peel the fabric over the curve of her ass, down her thighs, letting my palms drag slow and possessive along her skin.
