But in the bedroom, I intended to dominate.
I crowded her into the bathroom. It was a double sink Irina insisted on when they were renovating the cabin. There were only two bedrooms because it wasn’t intended for extended family vacations. More couple-type getaways, and the second bedroom was there in case Irina got mad at Ivan during their getaway. It amused me before, but it wasn’t amusing to me now if Lucy did the same.
We’d freshened up after our sunrise interlude, and Lucy’s side of the counter was…messy. “I was sure I put it in here.” She shuffled through a plastic bag behind her, blowing her hair that got into her face. She was sweating, and I was certain she was flustered. Good. Because I was hard. So fucking hard, it felt like I was ready to pound nails.
I leaned a hip against the counter, surveying her with amusement. My eyes fell on the bandage she was looking for. It was under her frilly pouch.
After watching her for a few more seconds, I pinched the bandage and held it up for her. “You’re looking for this?”
Twin spots of pink already dotted her cheeks. She was on her knees, breathing heavily when she looked up and spied what I was holding in my hand. Her brows cinched as she filched the item from me.
“Yes.”
I shrugged off my dress shirt and glowered at the gauze covering my traps. It pulsed like a motherfucker. “It’s fine.”
“Let me clean around it first.” Lucy started mumbling to herself. She was looking for the disinfectant wipes. I indulged in my wife’s care even when she was running around like a headless chicken.
She smiled timidly as I stared down the side of her face. The sounds in the bathroom were just the crinkle of the wrapper and her hitched breathing. Perspiration dotted her forehead. She pressed around it. “It doesn’t appear swollen.”
I chuffed a brief laugh. My face didn’t reflect the impatience of my cock that wanted to be inside her. “I can tell you what else is swollen.”
She didn’t respond but concentrated on affixing the waterproof bandage.
“Are you feeling hot?” I asked innocently.
“There, all done,” she announced brightly. She was about to leave the bathroom, but I ensnared her wrist. “Now, let’s talk about restitution.”
Her throat bobbed. “What do you want?”
I tilted my head at the shower. “You…in there with me.”
“What else?”
“It would entail getting naked, of course.” I smirked at her. “You on your knees.”
She inhaled sharply, and her face went tomato red.
“You’re blushing,” I murmured in her ear. “Wait till you turn beet red while you choke on my cock.”
She predictably turned indignant and tried to free her wrist. “You’re assuming I’ll give you a blow job. What if I don’t do that?”
“Even better,” I drawled. “I could teach you, but I’m warning you, I’m not feeling very gentle at the moment, and the more we talk about it, the harder I get. But I want to do something first.”
I kicked the bathroom door closed.
“What the—” she gasped.
And had her pinned to the door by her neck. Her eyes flaring in mutiny only made me turn feral. I ripped her sweater in two, sending the buttons flying.
I crushed her mouth, silencing her gasp, driving my tongue between her lips. She didn’t marry a fucking Boy Scout. She could bite my tongue if she had wanted to stop me, but she responded. Tangled with me. Clashing teeth and dueling tongues. I groaned into her mouth. She was in this with me. I kissed her harder. I was taking, dammit.
Lucy’s fingers scratched down my sides. I loved it.
Clothes went flying, and we made it into the shower without our limbs tripping over each other.
We were need and desperation. Frantic and wild. Pressure-cooker tension finding release.
I couldn’t get enough of her mouth. Under the hot spray of the water, my hands clasped her jaw, keeping her there so I could kiss her at every angle. I wanted to taste her. Make her scream. I backed her against the tiles, but she fought me. I gripped her neck again and glared at her.
