Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 86706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
She shifted, lifting her leg, her knee rubbing over my groin, making my cock stir. Maybe she wasn’t as sleepy as I had thought.
“Katy,” I warned. “Don’t be starting something you’re too tired to finish.”
She burrowed closer, running her hand down my chest, her voice low and raspy from sleep. “I missed you so much.”
I lifted my head, peering down at her. Her eyes were drowsy and narrow but still filled with adoration. She had a way of looking at me that made me feel ten feet tall. As if I could do anything. Be anything for her.
I tugged her up my chest, my lips close to hers. “I missed you too, baby. I always miss you.”
Her hand slid under the waistband of my sleep pants. Nude sleeping had stopped once Gracie began to walk. She was adventurous and had no trouble climbing into our bed in the middle of the night.
Katy’s hand closed around my hardening cock. “I missed this, too.”
“We’re both happy to be home.”
She sat up, throwing her leg over my hips and gripping my waistband. “Up,” she commanded.
I arched, and she dragged my pants down, lowering herself until we were skin-to-skin.
“Jesus, Katy, you had underwear on a few minutes ago.”
She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “My undies exploded.”
“Exploded?”
Her voice was raspy and sexy. “They heard Richard VanRyan was back. Boom! They were gone.”
“Is that a fact?”
She stretched over my torso, the heat of her sliding along my cock. “Yeah.”
“I hope you weren’t hurt during the blast.”
“A little scorched. I’m sure you can put out the fire.” She kissed me, her lips devouring mine, hungry and urgent. I gripped her hip and wound my other hand into her hair, kissing her back. The taste of my wife, the feel of her skin on mine, was like nothing else. I loved these moments with her—when it was simply us. Together.
I eased back, gazing up at her. Her quiet beauty overwhelmed me at times. I stroked her soft skin, spreading my hands over her stomach.
She bit her lip, for the first time not meeting my eyes as I ran small circles over the gentle curves of her. She stilled my actions, her fingers restless on top of mine.
“Hey,” I called quietly. “Katy, baby, come back to me.”
She lifted her eyes, and I shook my head, knowing exactly what she was thinking. I traced the light lines that bothered her so much along her hips and stomach. It wasn’t very often she was insecure with me anymore, and this was something I needed to address, once and for all.
“These don’t bother me, Katy, and they shouldn’t bother you. They don’t make you less beautiful—only more so to me. They’re part of you. Part of us. You have them because for nine months you cradled, nurtured, and carried our children—my children—inside you. These little lines are proof of the strength you have. Tiny reminders of the wonder that your body is to me.” I raised myself up and kissed her, pouring all the love I felt into the kiss. “Of the wonder you are to me.”
“How do you always know the right thing to say?”
“It’s not the right thing, Katy. It’s the truth.”
“I love you,” she whispered.
“Good.” I winked at her. “Because I’m about to fuck you, and I need you to be with me on that.”
She grinned, her dark moment passing. She pushed me back to the mattress. “Oh, I’m with you, VanRyan.”
She shifted, lifting her hips, and my cock slid along her folds, the heat and wet making me hiss. She sat up and engulfed me fully.
I slammed my head back into the pillow. “Fuck!”
“Yes,” she moaned and began to move. “Yes. Fuck me, Richard.”
I matched her rhythm, thrusting up into her. “Katy, baby, you’re wild tonight.”
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” She rolled her hips, leaning back and taking me deeper. “Thinking of you inside me. Oh God, Richard…”
I flipped her over, staying inside, and drove into her mindlessly. She whimpered and cried out, her blunt nails digging into my shoulder. I covered her mouth with mine, needing her taste and her silence. I didn’t want Gracie wandering in right now. I would scar my daughter for life, because there was no way I could stop fucking my wife.
Katy stilled, screaming her release into my mouth. I rode it out, my orgasm crashing in around me, tightening my balls, sending shards of pleasure down my spine. I thrust one last time, groaning her name as I came, hard and shaking.
Then I collapsed on her.
She wrapped her arms around me, her touch a gentle balm to my soul.
“I love you, Katy.”
I felt her smile against my skin. “I know.”
I chuckled, pulling myself away. I tucked her into my side, tugging the blankets over us.