Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I cry out when his fingers glide over my core.
“How can anyone feel this fucking good?” he whispers.
I glance down to see his hand hidden under the skirt of my dress. His arm moves with each thrust of his fingers inside of me. It’s raw and utterly primal.
Anyone who walked out of the back door of the bar would know what he’s doing to me.
“This won’t take long,” he says with assurance, amusement tainting his tone. “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers and make you wait for my cock.”
“No,” I protest in a voice dripping with frustration. “I need to be fucked.”
He slips a finger in my channel and then another.
I slide my hips forward, seeking more contact.
He understands, knows, can sense exactly what I need because even in this darkened spot with his eyes glued to my face, his thumb finds my clit with ease.
He circles it again and again as he fucks me with his fingers.
The sound is unmistakable, and the low moans coming from my throat are a perfect accompaniment to it.
I reach down and cover his hand with mine, riding it. “Daniel.”
“Just like that, baby.” His voice is deep and dripping with unmet need. “Ride me. Take from me. Use me.”
My knees buckle, but he holds me up when he slides his other hand around my waist.
“This is wild,” I say with a moan wrapped around it.
“This is us.” His lips trail a path over my neck. “Our wild love.”
I come, seeking his mouth as I do so our kiss can drown the sounds I can’t contain.
My husband kisses me softly before he pulls back. “Let me hear it. Let me hear it all.”
I let go, still holding tight to his hand as he fucks me through the orgasm with his skilled fingers.
As I come down from the high, I bury my face in his chest. “Did anyone see us?”
“No one,” he whispers. “This was just for us.”
“For us.” I suck in a deep breath but still feel as though I can’t breathe.
“That was one hell of a kiss, Mrs. Lawton.” He tenderly runs his fingers over my core before his touch leaves me. “I, for one, will never forget it.”
“Me either.” I look into his eyes.
He slides down to crouch in front of me, planting a soft kiss on my pussy before he adjusts the skirt of my dress.
“You ruined my panties,” I remind him. “Now, I have to ride the subway home like this.”
He straightens to stand. “It was worth it, Gina. It was all worth it.”
I can’t argue with him, so I don’t.
Tenderly, he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Let’s go home.”
I nod, desperately wanting to tell him this is a wild love. It’s the love I’ve been waiting my entire life for. It fills me in a way nothing ever has before.
“You’re perfect.” He adjusts his jacket on me, straightening the lapels.
“So are you,” I whisper.
He smiles, and it’s so brilliant that it feels as though it lights up the night. “I’m also very, very hard.”
“I’ll take care of that as soon as we’re home,” I promise with a wicked smile.
He rakes me over. “Can you run in those heels?”
Slapping the center of his chest, I laugh. “I can’t even promise I can walk after what we just did.”
“If you can’t, I’ll carry you.” He kisses me again softly. “I love taking care of you.”
I stroke a hand over the late-day stubble on his jaw. “You’re going to really love how I take care of you as soon as we get home.”
His eyebrows perk. “What are we waiting for?”
I take a tentative step and then a second. “I’m ready if you are.”
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Daniel
A blow job and then a good hard fuck.
If that’s not what every man dreams of, I don’t know what is.
Actually, I do know.
It’s being married to the most incredible woman in the world who is now eating something out of a container in the kitchen while only wearing a pair of black panties.
She thinks I’m fast asleep in bed, but I woke to find her gone, so I needed to seek her out. Being close to Gina calms me. It centers me; it fulfills me in a way I’ve never felt before.
“Save some for me,” I say.
It’s enough to startle her because the container in her hands drops to the floor.
What looks like cheesecake splatters everywhere.
“Fuck.” I laugh.
“You scared me,” she accuses as she spins to face me.
Jesus.
My heart stalls in my chest. I swear it ceases to beat for a second or two because I can’t feel anything but this overwhelming need to thank whoever is responsible for bringing me to this exact moment in time.
Gina’s hair is messy. Her makeup is smudged from everything we did in our bed, and there’s a smile on her face that could crack open even the hardest heart.