Page 197 of Sins of Arrogance

Chap­ter 48: No More Bound­aries

MICK

I wait.

Forc­ing my­self not to touch her, grip­ping tight onto my iron con­trol.

But it’s dif­fer­ent now. Be­cause I know that when it slips its leash, I won’t scare Kara. My per­fect wife will revel in it.

She reaches around to un­tie the string hold­ing the bot­tom of her top in place. The fab­ric falls down her sides, cling­ing to her gen­er­ous tits, teas­ing me with glimpses of the un­der­swell of her breasts, but not giv­ing me what I crave.

Her hands drop to her sides, wait­ing, taunt­ing.

“Now the other one,” I or­der, my voice a low growl.

She reaches up and un­ties the bow at her neck and then peels the wet fab­ric down with ag­o­niz­ing slow­ness, pro­vok­ing me.

It falls away com­pletely, land­ing with a soft splat on the hard­wood floor. My eyes stay riv­eted to the rasp­berry pink, swollen nip­ples re­vealed, now tight with arousal.

Cup­ping her breasts in both hands, she rolls her palms over those puck­ered peaks, and feckin’ hell – I nearly ex­plode in my trunks.

My wife’s self-as­sur­ance in her own sex­u­al­ity is the big­gest turn on I’ve ever known.

This is Kara con­fi­dent in my love. An emo­tion I was so feckin’ sure I didn’t feel for her, but sat­u­rated my heart and soul from the be­gin­ning.

I spent so much time hid­ing my true self from her, I didn’t let my­self see what lurked un­der the sur­face ei­ther. An­other man might think love weak­ens him. I don’t.

It’s new and dif­fer­ent to think about hav­ing, but one thing I know: the feel­ings Kara elic­its in me make me more dan­ger­ous. I will do any­thing to keep mo chroí safe and with me.

I am not weak be­cause of my love for her and Fitz. I am stronger.

Her head tips back, mouth parted, breath stut­ter­ing out of her.

“This feels good, Michael,” she says on a soft sigh. “But not nearly as good as it does when you touch me.”

Those words go through me like a steel pike.

I step for­ward.

But she lifts her hand, stop­ping me. “Not yet.” Then she breathes. “Please.”

Ev­ery mus­cle in my body vi­brates with the ef­fort it takes not to haul her into my arms and bury my­self in­side her. But I stop.

“I’m not fin­ished fol­low­ing your or­ders.” Her hands drop to her hips.

She tugs at the bows hold­ing her bikini bot­tom to­gether.

My fists clench at my sides. Sweat breaks out on my brow as she un­rav­els the ties with slow pre­ci­sion. The fab­ric clings to her, still wet, still teas­ing.

“Pull it off.” My voice is hoarse. Raw with pri­mal need. “Now.”

She uses both hands to tug the damp fab­ric away from her skin as she spreads her legs. The green scrap drops to the floor like silk slid­ing off a god­dess.

She’s naked. Glo­ri­ous. Mine.

The light brown curls at the apex of her thighs glis­ten with her arousal. I take a deep breath, in­hal­ing the de­li­cious scent mixed with the salt wa­ter from the pool.

She’s ready. Needy. Wet.