My eyes blink open.
By the Skies. I’m so hard, it’s painful. I overslept again.
Mayah lies on her side with her back facing me and—Lightning strike me.
Judging by the way her arm is moving—she’s … taking care of her needs. Her energy signature pulses in time with her shallow breaths.
Her back arches. The sweetest, quietest moan drifts to my ears. I bite into my fist to stifle my ragged groan, but she freezes anyway.
“What are you doing, wife?” I ask, my voice cracked with need.
I know exactly what she’s doing. I want to hear her say it.
She doesn’t answer. Rising up onto my elbow, I glance over her shoulder. A low growl vibrates in my chest when I catch sight of her small hand nestled between her thighs. My mouth is dry, every muscle pulled tight with restraint. I’m seconds from pinning her beneath me.
“Do you want me to leave?” I grit out instead, forcing the words past my reluctant lips.
The longest pause of my life.
“No,” she murmurs. Her wrist flexes. My breath catches.
“Fucking Skies,” I mutter.
She’s going to be the death of me.
I’m just a man. A selfish, weak man. Because I ask, “Then, do you want a hand, Mayah?”
Her breath escapes in rapid pants. Slowly, carefully, giving her ample time to stop me, I press my hand over the soft silk covering her belly. “Yes, Mayah?”
I was wrong before.Thisis the longest pause of my life.
“Yes,” she finally breathes.
The air around us crackles with my intent.
“Tell me if you change your mind.”
And then I can’t wait any longer. My hand covers her smaller one, and we move together for scant heartbeats before I nudge her fingers aside and greedily claim her all for myself.
I groan into her hair, moving my fingers. My poor girl was already so wound up, she shudders against me in mere minutes, her soft moans filling the room, back rigid against me.
It’s not enough. It’llneverbe enough.
I need more.
Her pretty blue eyes are wide as I roll her onto her back, settling my weight over her. She arches into me as I set open-mouthed kisses to her throat, head thrown back, hands gripping my shoulders, full lips parted on a moan.
“Skies, I’ve dreamed of this,” I breathe. “You—just like this.” My fingers rake firm patterns down her side until she’s quivering in my arms, the thin straps of her nightgown slipping down her shoulders. “I’ve been starving for you, Mayah. All these months. Right beside me, yet painfully out of my reach.” My teeth find her earlobe, nipping at her soft skin. “I need to taste you, baby. If that’s not what you want, you need to tell me to stop.Now.”
Our gazes lock, her fingers curling in my hair. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide with desire.
“Don’t stop.”
Thank the fucking Skies.
I kiss down her body, nuzzling her ribs through the thin fabric of her nightgown. A soft kiss pressed over her navel before I settle between her thighs.
She.
