My limbs were wrapped around him, and he was taking his time. His hands were at my ass, holding me in place. How long would we have warm water? I wouldn’t. He was blocking me from the spray.
I tunneled my fingers through his wet hair. Droplets tracked down his face, and I caught a few with my tongue. The sly smile he rewarded me with only nudged me closer to my orgasm.
“You feel like heaven.” He dropped his head and licked along my collarbone. My eyes rolled back. I was just ticklish enough that shivers broke out over my body. Mixed with the way he filled me and then withdrew, I was even closer to exploding.
A soft gasp left me, and I clung to him, tightening my legs around him, giving my clit more stimulation. I was almost there.
How long would this last?
I tried to push the question away, but it came back. I backed away from the edge. No. I wanted to come. I wanted to soak up all this time with Van. Drown in him. This was how it was supposed to have been all along.
I squeezed my eyes shut. That was a lot to put on my husband. I had to be prepared for him to wake in the morning and tell me this was a mistake.
“Clover.” He grunted and punched in with more force than before.
The way he said my name anchored me. I wouldn’t worry about the morning. I wouldn’t worry about us. That was decided. I would enjoy this while it lasted, and hope that maybe, someday in the future, I could have something like it again.
Could it ever be with Van?
My orgasm knocked into me, wiping out my thoughts and catapulting me into pure bliss. “Van!”
He fucked me hard, faster, his feet slipping as I shook in his arms. My climax kept going, and then he stiffened, releasing inside me. It was perfect. Just like the other times. And it was just one more thing I was counting down before I had to move on.
Chapter Eighteen
Clover
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“I’ve really got to get to sleep, or I’m going to miss my alarm and be late for work.” I was draped across Van’s chest. It was late, and we’d spent all Sunday in bed.
It was like we’d never had sex before and were told the next month would be our last chance to.
For me, it might be. For at least a while, as I supported me and Bean. After being with Van, that was okay. Why settle for kibble when I’d tasted gourmet?
He kissed the top of my head. “I can think of many ways to wake you up.”
“You mean like you did this morning?” My entire body heated as if I wasn’t spent.
He traced circles over my hip as he held me. “I could wake up like that every day.”
“Makes getting out of bed harder.”
“We could get out of bed first and then have sex.”
I laughed and brushed my hand down his side. I didn’t get tired of touching him. Or talking to him. I probably wouldn’t have gotten tired of living with him. “That sounds like a plan. Another shower escapade?”
“Or I can have you for breakfast.”
My toes were already curling in anticipation. “Who’s going to cook?”
“Ah, sweet Clover. If you’re stopping to think of logistics, I’ve been doing it wrong.”
“No, you aren’t.” I propped myself on an elbow. “You’re just underestimating how much I think about food.”
“And now you’re eating for two.”
I nodded even if he couldn’t see me. This was the first time we’d acknowledged Bean since we’d started having sex. “I worried that would bother you?”
