Page 71 of Against The Rules

She moans into my mouth as I run my hands up her spine, then back down. I can’t resist her, this wife of mine. I want to make her feel good.

I want to give her everything.

She pulls away slightly, considering me. The leftover of whatever the hell was on the creepy mask she had on glistens on her face.

“Do you want this?”

“Yes, Savannah.”

“Do you want me?” The question is soft and fragile as spun glass. I run my hands over her delicate features, massaging in the weird goop like she did to me.

I take a deep breath, and I try to figure out how to tell her she’s all I want. That I’ve wanted her since the moment I laid eyes on her. Usually, I’d deflect with a joke, or just kiss her, but… maybe all that talking in therapy the last few weeks has made me want to say something meaningful.

“Savannah, I know you don’t remember marrying me, or at least, you don’t remember it very well,” I clear my throat. This is harder than my near daily chats with Dr. Kim, and I keep gently rubbing the stuff into her soft skin, gazing into her hypnotic blue eyes.

“That’s true,” she says softly.

God, she’s so sweet and beautiful. I take a deep breath, and forge on.

“I remember it. I wish I remembered it better, but I would do it all over again. Savannah, you… you’re incredible. I regret so many of the choices and stupid decisions I’ve made in my life, but you’re not one of them. That night isn’t one of them. Making you my wife will never be one of them.”

She’s frozen, her gaze flicking between my eyes, like she can’t quite believe what I’m saying.

“I barely knew you that night, but I knew I liked what I saw,” I forge on, the same adrenaline jump threading through my veins that I get when a linebacker is about to crash into me. “I knew that you were special. And I know that I still have a lot to learn about you, but I’ve loved every part of you that you’ve shown me so far. You are… Savannah, I—”

She kisses me again, and this time it’s fierce and full of wanting.

My hands work up the hem of her shirt, and I groan at the sensation of all that soft skin under my palms. Fuck, she’s so damned perfect for me.

“Tyler.”

My name in her mouth is going to fucking kill me.

I stand, gripping her to me, and she squeals slightly, then keeps kissing me as I take the few steps over to her bed.

“Savannah, I want to… I want this to be—” My throat closes up with unexpected emotion.

“Tyler Matthews, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to scream.”

I blink. “You got it.”

I pull my shirt off and she sighs, actually sighs, her hands moving over my chest, my stomach. She pauses, and I watch her face as she bites her lower lip.

“You are hurt.” Her fingers dance lightly across a purple bruise on my ribs.

“That’s nothing. Trust me, I’m not thinking about anything but how to make you feel good.”

She shivers and I crawl across her body, tugging her shirt off, and it joins mine on the floor. Her bra is a barely there scrap of lace, and a fucking moan comes out of me at the sight of her dusky nipples pressing against the white.

“You’re beautiful,” I grit out, then press my mouth to her breasts, lavishing one nipple with attention, then the next.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders.

“I can’t believe I didn’t get to see these last time,” I say, then suck on a nipple in earnest, fucking loving the way she gasps and moves her hips against me. My knee goes between her legs, and I continue to work my mouth on her breasts as she grinds her pussy against my thigh. “You’re so fucking hot for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, it feels so good, it feels so good,” she says, raking her nails down my back.

Fuck, I like that.

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