Page 81 of Promised Love

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than when Autumn pushes the cups of her bra down and her hands get lost in her hair, as if she doesn’t know what to do with them. But moments later, they wrap around my shoulders. Her nails dig into my skin, and she cries out without inhibition.

She’s so fucking unexpected, taking me by surprise at every damn step.

I didn’t know four years ago that my little wife would have such a wild side.

We last for only a few more beats before she pushes me to the other side of this cliff of pleasure and I take the fall with her in my arms.

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AUTUMN

I get off Lukas’ bike and release a deep wince. He clears his throat, probably to hide the chuckle that I hear anyway.

The ride back was definitely…a bit uncomfortable. My sex clenches just remembering that moment, which was too wild and too raw. I can’t believe we did that.

If I thought Lukas was stunning in bed, I have no adjective to describe how he was today, with his jeans down and his cock at full mast in the woods.

I felt wild, unrestrained, and free, probably for the first time in my life.

“Autumn, you’re soaking wet.” My mom rushes to us with a towel as soon as I enter the inn.

My heart skips a beat, until I realize she’s talking about our clothes.

I grab the towel from her and glance at Lukas, who’s biting his bottom lip, looking impossibly handsome. Of course he knows my thoughts.

My cheeks enflame, and I’m sure they have turned scarlet. “Lukas took me for a bike ride, and it started to rain.”

“Bike ride?” Mom asks slowly and looks between me and my husband. “That sounds…fun.”

I can already see suspicion lingering in her gaze. I take a covert breath and try to act cool and normal. “It was, until…” I point toward my half-dried hair. “I’m worried I’ll fall sick.”

And that does the trick.

Mom waves her hand toward the suite. “You guys quickly change, and I’ll ask Suzie to send some hot chocolate for you both.”

Wasting no more time, I turn around and march toward our room, with my heart thumping loudly. I feel Lukas’ heavy steps not far behind, but he doesn’t say anything until we’re inside the room.

Then he turns me around, and my back hits the doorframe in a flash. “Just so you know, I like you soaking wet.”

My words remain clogged in my mouth, and I can’t do anything but stare at his face.

His chiseled jaw is outlined by a hint of five o’clock shadow. His tousled hair is wet from the rain. But what makes my breath hitch is his smile. A smile that is so beautiful that it lights up his whole face. His deep blue eyes crinkle, and I don’t want to blink, breathe, or do anything that will pull my attention away from his face.

As I continue to stare, his expression morphs from playful to almost wistful. He closes his eyes, and I miss him already.

“Don’t look at me like that, Autumn,” he whispers, pressing his forehead against mine, and it feels like we’re sharing a part of each other.

“Like what?” I rasp.

“Like you love me. Like you would do anything for me. Like you would never leave me. Like I belong to you and this place. Like finally there’s something in this world I can call mine.”

The pain in Lukas’ words rips my heart. My chest is so full that tears run down my face. “Lukas!” His name is like a prayer from my lips, and I don’t know what I’m wishing for.

But he doesn’t let me think for long. He takes me in a bruising kiss, his lips so hard on mine that I think I’ll bleed. But at this very moment, I want my husband in no other way.

He folds me in his arms, and I feel safe, cherished, loved, and all those things we girls wish for when we think about the Prince Charming of our life.

“Autumn.” My mom’s voice from the other side of the door, followed by a knock, breaks us apart.

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