My mouth found his as my body rose to a new height. My upper body leaned against his as he spread his legs to give himself room to work. And when his middle finger found my hole, I pushed back for more. Lost in sensation, he pressed his finger forcefully against my entrance, making me come all over his hand.
My head dropped back and rolled on my shoulders as he fucked me with his finger.
“That’s it. Come all over me, sweetheart,” he murmured as I blissed out.
My head collapsed forward onto his shoulder as I caught my breath. John rubbed his soft beard along my face, making me feel a connection I had zero business feeling.
Pushing off the door, I looked into his eyes for a single moment before grabbing my towel and wrapping it around my waist. I wanted to say something smart or make some dumb comment, but all my smartassery had left me. So I pulled on my mask and went back to this never happened.
“I was about to order dinner. You hungry?”
He nodded, lifting his heavy gaze back to mine. “Yeah, I could eat.”
I nodded and backed away. “I’m gonna get dressed, then I’ll help you unload.”
When I turned, he reached for my hand, stopping me from moving away. Glancing over my shoulder, he had that look on his face that could break my heart if I let it. “Hey, we need to talk. I have something important to tell you.”
I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I know. GQ told me. We’ll talk over dinner.”
Pulling out of his hold, I slipped through his fingers and made my way to my bedroom to put on the armor to protect my heart.
CHAPTER 9
JOHN
My first nightin Portland had not ended the way I’d hoped. I had grandiose ideas that after that spectacular blow job, we’d have dinner, settle in to watch some TV and talk. Maybe even end up together in my bed.
But that’s not how it went.
After we’d brought in my things from the car, we’d ordered Thai and Brent left the apartment. To say I wasn’t happy was an understatement.
“Where are you going?”
“Out,” he replied. “Why?”
He looked amused by my question as I looked around the apartment, hoping some reason would occur to me that he needed to stay in with me. But I came up empty.
“I thought we could talk… or something.”
The left side of his beautiful mouth pulled up into a grin as he turned to face me. He folded his arms across his chest, giving me another look at the tattoos on his left arm.
“I think we’ve already donesomething. So I’m going out.”
I scowled at him, failing at trying to keep my cool. Give me a SEAL Team under fire, and I was cool and collected. But this guy, my husband, kept me off kilter.
“Then I’m coming with you,” I said, rubbing my hand over my head. “Give me ten minutes, and I’ll be ready.”
Why the fuck was I acting this way? Oh, now I remember. He didn’t know we were married. And I’d told him I didn’t want a fuck buddy. I headed toward my room, but he stopped me in my tracks.
“I’ve got a Grindr date, John. Do you still want to go? That’s not your thing.”
It wasn’t lost on me that I was being irrational, but panic filled me as I whirled on him. “Why do you need to do that when we just had sex?”
He grinned before turning to head toward the door. “Where did you think I was going? Nutting once might be enough for you, but not for me. I’ll see you later. Don’t wait up.”
So there I stood, watching my hot-as-fuck husband walk out the door. And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it but watch him go.
Two hours and forty-nine minutes after he’d walked out, Brent strolled back into the dark condo. The only light came from the glow of the TV as I stretched out on the sofa after a shower, watching a baseball game.
