Page 131 of Love Me Tomorrow

If possible, my cock stiffens even more at that. In a guttural voice, I manage, “Thought you said this was a quickie?”

“You always manage to change my mind. Get up here, baby.”

I hear the wry note in her voice, and fuck it, but if she’s wanting the pressure, the edge to the sex, I’ll give it to her. I push her up, so she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and then I follow, trailing my hands over her full hips and the narrow dip at her waist, cupping the breasts that I just laved with attention until she was panting with need.

Standing before her, I take hold of my cock with one hand. Cup her jawline with the other and brush my thumb over her pouty lips. “I love you,” I rasp.

She sighs, this warm, happy sound that fills my chest. “I love you today, tomorrow, and for all the tomorrows that follow.”

It’s what I told her the day I proposed, and somehow it’s become our thing. A thing I whisper into her hair when she’s sleeping, a thing I say when Edgar is driving her batty at the office because he wants to help out with ERRG’s food tours now that he’s “officially” retired, a thing I vow when she cradling Ben and I’m holding her and everything feels so damnrightin the world.

The head of my pierced cock taps her lips, and then I’m palming her jaw, the way I once promised I would, and she’s sucking me in. Pleasure zips down my spine and,hell, that feels good. She grips the base of me, pumping my length while she circles the crown with her tongue. My hands find her shoulders and I try—Itry—to hold still but that’s never been our style.

I take what I want.

She takes what she wants.

And we always find ourselves tangled in the middle, never wanting to let go.

I thrust forward, just a little, and she moans in the back of her throat. My head falls forward, sensation rippling through me. “God,yes, sweetheart. Just like that.”

She bobs her head, sucking me deeper, one hand coming around to grasp the back of my thigh. Chest heaving, I feel lightning pierce my skin, a warning that I’m going to comenow, and I yank back before the orgasm takes hold.

“Need in you,” I growl, planting a kiss on her swollen lips as I push her back onto the bed. I work my way down her body and, once I have her legs looped over my forearms, I drive inside her on a single thrust. She cries out and I groan, both of us so loud that I fear we’re going to wake our floormates. But there’s not a chance in hell of me stopping now.

I rock into her, settling into a pace that I know drives her wild. My cock glides in, creating friction on her clit with each thrust, and soon her nails are digging into my shoulders and her back is arched and my gaze is roaming every inch of her skin that’s memorized like a prayer in my head.

“Owen,please. More, right there, right—”

Her pussy squeezes down on me as she orgasms and then I’m right there with her, coming so hard I swear that I see stars as I spill inside her. I drop my head to her neck, my mouth finding her collarbone as I try to regulate my breathing. “Think we’ll still make it tonight?”

Fingers trail down my spine before swatting my ass playfully. “With the way you drive like you’re trying to take Gage’s job? Oh, yeah, we’ll be fine.”

She’s not wrong.

Our hotel is in the Snæfellsnes Peninsula, away from the hustle and bustle of the bigger Icelandic cities, and I get us to the designated meeting spot for the tour just as everyone is lining up to see the Northern Lights. I set my hand on Savannah’s back, tucking her close to my chest while I brush my kiss over the top of her head. “I’m glad we’re finally getting to do this.”

She leans back, giving me her full weight, and tilts her head so she can see me. “You’re going to love it, Owen.”

Frowning at the subtle undertone of her words, I only smile and wait for the tour to get a move on. Soon, the guide is leading us through the national park. The sky is pitch black. Around us, there’s nothing to see—not at this time of night, anyway. I chose this area of Iceland when booking our tickets because I figured if we were going to do this, we were going to do it right. With no night pollution, Snæfellsnes is a feast for the eyes.

During the day, at least. Right now, as things are, I can’t make out much of anything.

Slowly, we make our ascent to the top of the hill where the guide, a Scottish guy named Kieran Sinclair, tells us to find a spot and get comfortable. I unravel the blanket I stuffed into my backpack, then set it out for us to sit on.

“Excited?” I ask Savannah, my voice hushed. As quiet as it is out here, it feels like we’re in a church.

Savannah rummages around in her purse. “I’ve been waiting for this day for a while.”

Another up: making my wife happy. God, I love being married.

Contentedness fills my chest as I drop to the blanket and motion for her to come over. The ground is cold, but we’re so bundled up, I can’t feel a damn thing. “Lay on me,” I tell her, offering my lap.

Weirdly, she drags her purse with her, even though all the other tour-goers are doing their own thing and definitely aren’t concerned with us—or with stealing her bag. She settles down, the back of her skull cradled by my thighs, and I brush my fingers through the ends of her hair, careful not to move the beanie she’s pulled down over her ears to keep them warm.

“Look!” someone shouts with excitement. “It’s happening!”

All around us people jump to attention, and I tip my head back to look up at the sky. While I can tell that there’s some sort of rippling effect occurring, as though the black sky is on the move, the colors that everyone else sees are completely lost to me. My stomach twists with the long-ago emotions of a little boy who couldn’t see the red fire truck like everyone else, before I shove the disappointment down deep.

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