Page 30 of Claimed By the Silver Fox

I run my thumb across the wedding band on my finger, and as he stares at me, I feel a rush of something I’m not sure I’ve ever felt before—a sense of surety, like I’m right where I’m supposed to be. As I look into the eyes of the man I married, he cups my face in his hand, listening intently to work out whatever it is he can do to make things right.

And I know then that the words will fail me. All that I want to say has vanished now that he’s looking at me like this.

I lean forward and press my lips to his, promising myself that I will pick up where we left off soon…

But right now, the only thing I need is his touch.

14

ANTONIO

When she kisses me, the walls I’ve been forcing up between us vanish.

Fuck, how could they not? I have been imagining this moment for weeks now, the tension in me building and building to the point of no return, until it feels like there’s space for nothing at all but how fucking badly I want her.

I know there’s not a damn thing I wouldn’t do for her if she asked me—to make right the harm Andreo caused, in part, but mostly because our connection goes beyond anything I can put into words. I could pull back, tell her not to do this, that we need to keep things casual, but instead I push my tongue deep into her mouth, feasting on her greedily like I’ve wanted all this time.

I move her back toward the bed, something nagging at the back of my mind. This can’t have been what she wanted me for. When Paulo came to me, he said that Julia had told him it was urgent, and this—while addictive—is not urgent.

But whatever it is can wait.

I move on top of her, grasping her by the hips, letting the dress fall away as I move between her thighs, cock already beginning to swell now that I’m finally, finally getting what I fucking need.

She gasps when I pull back from her, hand pressed into my chest as though she’s trying to drink me in. I drag my nose across hers, grinning, and slip a hand between her thighs, grazing my fingers over her panties. A far cry from the wedding lingerie she had on the first time, but this, somehow, is even hotter to me.

“You want this?” I ask her softly. I need to hear it from her mouth, that confirmation that she really, truly needs me.

She nods, those heavy-lidded eyes gazing up at me as though she can barely believe this is happening. Did it catch her by surprise too, the depth with which she needs this? She’s the one who came to me before, asking if we could pick up where we’d left off, and though I told her no then, it seems downright idiotic now that I could have thought that would last. As long as she’s in this house, there will always be a part of me wondering what we could be doing to each other, thinking about all the things I want to do to her.

I kiss her again, and begin to work my way hungrily down her body. Her dress is held together by buttons, and I pull them apart, sending a couple scattering to the floor below. I pay them no mind. I can replace them, anyway, and I’m not willing to wait, not now that I’ve come this far. I have held back long enough, body tense, mind consumed by thoughts of her, and there is no way in hell that I’m going to waste time carefully undressing her now.

I kiss down her throat and between her breasts, pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and drawing a gasp from between her lips. Fuck, I love it when she makes those noises, like she’s losing her grip on any kind of control she might have left. Let her. Let her get lost to the way I make her feel, as I’ve been caught up in the memories of what she does to me, this soft, eager body of hers giving way beneath my touch like there’s nothing she wants more.

But I want to do more than just touch her. No, I want to taste her.

As I work my way down to her belly, I peel down her panties, pulling the sodden fabric from her folds and exposing her at last. Slipping my hands beneath her thighs, I pull her toward me, kneeling half-off the bed so I can bring my face just a few inches away from her wetness.

“Fucking hell, Julia,” I murmur, pressing a kiss into the inside of her thigh.

She squirms before me, her hands balling the covers desperately, and I chuckle. It’s tempting to just tease her a while longer, watch as she grows desperate for me, but I don’t think I have it in me to hold off any longer than I already have. I trace my tongue up the inside of her thigh, and she wriggles before me, trying to bring my mouth to her pussy, but I’m not quite ready to take her where she needs to go yet. The musk of her wetness fills my senses, and I breathe in the scent of her, letting it permeate every inch of me as if I’m starved for it.

“You want me to go down on you?” I ask, almost mildly, as though she’s not making it clear with every inch of herself right now that she will do anything if it means feeling my mouth against her pussy.

She nods, her eyes squeezed shut, as though it’s the only way she can manage the intense feelings flooding through her.

“Look at me.”

She forces her eyes open, lashes fluttering for a second before they finally land on me. Her hips are still shifting below me, trying to plant herself against my mouth, but she doesn’t know that I’m willing to wait until I have everything I want from her. There is no greater submission, as far as I’m concerned, than hearing a woman push past her arousal and her desire and her lust to tell me what she wants, and I am determined to hear it from her. To hear her tell me what her body is so clearly calling out for.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want…” She gasps again, her lower belly flexing, as I run my fingers through her pubic hair, letting my breath warm her aching folds. She’s clearly struggling to keep her head clear, and I’m not exactly helping, but damn, it’s so much fun watching her lose herself to the sheer desperation right now.

“I want you to go down on me.” She finally forces the words out.

I reward her at once, not making her wait another second before I lean forward and close my lips around her clit in a long, slow kiss.

She cries out, so loud that I’m sure Paulo will be able to hear her from the end of the corridor, but I don’t care. I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks of this. All I know is that I want to taste her, fill my mouth with the scent of her perfect pussy, and make her come with my tongue against her throbbing clit.