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“There isn’t enough room for another person. You scheduled everyone to work since we’d be gone all weekend. I promise they’re fine.”

I look back at the counter at the same time as Janie meets my gaze. She waves with a wide smile and then yells out, “Wow, you look hot!”

I couldn’t fight back the grin if I tried. “Thanks.”

She waves again, and then Coleson is pulling me toward the stairs that lead to our home. Once we’re in the stairwell, I tug my arm from his grip and head up the stairs without looking back at him. Unfortunately, I don’t have my keys, so I have to wait for him to make it to the door to unlock it. He takes his sweet time, finding the key and then leaning in to put it in the lock. As he turns it, he says, “She’s right. You are hot.”

I don’t even look at him. “I am well aware.”

His chuckle sends heat right to my gut, and I don’t miss how he mutters, “So damn spicy.”

Bastard.

I ignore his cute little endearment and push through the door to go in. I walk to the closet to place my sandals inside before heading toward the bathroom. I feel his gaze on me, but I ignore him. I slam the door shut for good measure and then lean into the counter. He’s fucking frustrating, and I don’t understand why he is allowing the actions of others to warp his mind into thinking I don’t want him as he is. I know it’s only been a short time, but I care for him. All of him. Even his mistakes. I know there is a reason he made them, and I wish he would just tell me so I could reassure him.

I reach for the zipper of my dress to take it off so I can shower. I’m pretty sure I have pink shit in my hair, and I feel grimy, like the chalk got on my skin. Even with me unzipping it a little, I still can’t reach the zipper from below to pull it all the way down. I refuse to ask for Coleson’s help. He’ll more than likely kiss my shoulder or grab my ass, and the next thing I know, I’ll be fucking naked.

God, I want him.

I don’t want to fight with him. I want to get lost in us, but I don’t know if that’ll ever happen again. Fucking hell, he drives me crazy.

I pull the dress up, but of course, it’s not unzipped enough to get over my head. I try to turn it around to unzip it myself, but with the way the back is made, I can’t get my arms out of the sleeves. I’m tempted to rip the damn thing, but I love the dress so much. I’m basically out of breath as I gather the fabric and throw it up on one shoulder, so my arm is free. Before I can grab the zipper, though, Coleson’s voice seeps through the door. “I can hear you in there struggling. Can I help?” When I unzip it, I almost cry out in excitement, but I contain myself. Before I can answer him, the door handle moves but then stops. “Can I come in?”

My heart melts. Before he knew about my past, I bet he would have come in to confront me, but now that he knows, he respects my boundaries. Why doesn’t he realize I’d do the exact same thing for him? My heart swells, and I fall for him even more. I wish he realized how fucking good he is. Emotion clogs my throat as I say, “I got it. I’m about to jump in the shower.”

I don’t move, waiting to hear him walk away. Instead, he says, “Since I know there is room for two in there, can I join you?”

Pure, hot desire courses through my body. I hold on to the counter, closing my eyes as I try to fight back my need for him. “In the shower?”

“Yes.”

“Is that what you want?” I ask, my pussy throbbing and every bit of my anger faltering at the thought of his body against mine.

I’m a horny little thing.

I hear the thunk of something against the door and then his voice. “Will you open the door? Please.”

My stomach clenches, and I open the door to find his hands braced on the doorframe, his eyes dropping to mine. His eyes are pools of crystal blue as he drinks me in. I feel the heat of his gaze as it moves down my body and then back up to meet my eyes. His voice is husky, dangerous, as he grinds out, “My thirst for you leaves me fucking drowning, Wife.”

My breath catches as he steps closer to me, filling the space with his huge body before he takes my hips in his hands, bringing me flush against his body with ease. When he leans in, his mouth is only a breath away before his eyes burn into mine, and he whispers, “So don’t ever question how badly I want you.”

Then he kisses me.

And gone is the restraint I already didn’t have a hold on.

CHAPTER 31

Coleson

I’m not just uttering pretty words; I fucking want my wife.

I bring her as close as I can without breaking my neck before I devour her sweet mouth. Her hard nipples press into my chest, and I moan loudly into her mouth as hot electricity runs through my body. She smiles against my lips, breaking the kiss, and fuck me, I love that smile. My cock is basically steel in my slacks as I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with her flowery scent. I lift her up, her boobs bouncing as her ass hits the counter. My fingers bite into the warm skin of her hips as she hisses out a breath at the cool surface, I assume. Our eyes meet, and the desire in her gaze has my heart skipping a beat or eight. I can’t fucking breathe. I run one of my hands up her ribs, cupping her breast before stroking her hard pink peak with my thumb.

“Coleson,” she gasps out.

I trace her jaw with my tongue before I nibble on her ear. Her breathing is labored, and I use my other hand to push her panties to the side. She groans as I fill her heat with two fingers easily, and everything inside me goes tight. Against her skin, I whisper, “I love how you’re always so wet for me.”

“Only you,” she groans as she tips her hips up, my fingers going deeper into. I’m gonna blow like a damn teenager; that’s how her words affect me. I don’t think my cock could get harder, but it does as I slide my fingers out and then slam them back in, rewarded with her strangled moan. I curve my fingers into her, hitting her where she likes best as my thumb finds that nub of hers that I am constantly dreaming of. It’s so taut, throbbing against the pad of my thumb, and I’m lost for her.

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