Page 3 of Her Honorable Hero

He repeated the caress, determined to drive her higher. Determined to give her pleasure and comfort before the party.

“Griffin” She sobbed. “Please don’t tease. Not tonight.”

Was her voice clogged with tears? He could count on one hand the number of times Miranda had cried.

He surged up off his knees and was cradling her head in a heartbeat. He saw the telltale tear tracks at her temples. “Talk to me,” he demanded.

Miranda shook her head wildly. “I need to be close to you. To know I’m yours. I need to know you’ll never leave.”

Where the fuck was this coming from?

“I’m here, Baby.” He whispered a kiss along her temple, and trailed it down her jaw, then he rested his forehead on hers. “You’ve got me. Forever or worse, in sickness and health, no matter the fuck what. Remember? They’d have to use the jaws of life to attempt to pry me away, and that wouldn’t even work. Got it?”

Her mouth wobbled, then firmed.

Miranda’s hands fumbled at his belt, and he helped her. She didn’t go easy on his engorged flesh, she stroked hard.

Damn.

Griff shoved off his pants and touched his wife once again. She might be eager, and so was he, but he would always make sure she was ready for him. He groaned. She felt like liquid silk.

She raked her teeth over his shoulder and he sank deep.

Miranda opened eyes that were more violet than blue, her lashes tipped with tears. “I’m going to need you forever,” she whispered.

Softly, slowly, thoroughly, he blended their bodies together. He watched with satisfaction as Miranda began to take comfort and joy in his arms. He slid his hands downward so that he could caress her breasts, the feel of her heating his blood as it lit a fire in Miranda’s eyes. So beautiful.

He layered a kiss on her swollen lips and they clung together, their bodies knew one another and they shifted ever upwards, until Miranda’s movements became frantic.

Griff gloried in her need, his hands travelling down to grasp her hips tight against him so that they were locked together. She threw her head back and he licked his tongue along her arched neck, savoring the taste of her sweet skin.

Miranda dug her fingernails into his ass and he gritted his teeth. He thrust in a way that he knew would bring her the most pleasure. She opened her mouth, then clamped it shut before any sound could be heard.

If she had that much restraint, he wasn’t doing it right. Griff moved his hand and touched the bud of her clit.

“No,” she wailed softly. “It’s too much. I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” he whispered. Griff was determined to last. He circled her swollen flesh and watched her wanton expression. He kept her on edge, then finally he surged upwards and pinched softly. This time she couldn’t stop her cry of release.

His body rushed over the edge into oblivion. His wife always took him to the stars.

Long moments later, he felt the sting of his hair being pulled. Ms. Executive was back and she was lifting his head off her bustier so she could look him in the eye.

“You’re one determined man, Mr. Porter.”

“And that’s a problem, why?”

She looked over his shoulder at the nightstand. “All I’ve got to say is, thank God for closed doors and baby monitors.”

“You should be thanking God that the United States Navy trains their men to be prepared.”