Page 67 of Like You Love Me

“Baby, it was worth the wait. But now I’m ready to take it off you.”

She unfastened the buckle to his jeans. Her fingers grazed across his skin while she lowered the zipper, and as soon as she touched his erection, London jerked. Bianca grinned and skimmed her tongue and lips across his skin, taking her time kissing and caressing, sending goosebumps across his chest and pecs.

“Do you like that?” she murmured, her warm breath causing his nipples to harden.

“Hell yeah,” he grounded between his teeth. “I want more.”

Instead, she wagged her finger and mouthed, “Be patient.” She took her time, licking one nipple and then the other. His hands ran along the long column of her slender neck, shoulders, and arms, but touching her was not near enough. He gritted his teeth and prayed for patience. When Bianca reached inside his boxers, he sucked in a breath and held it while she took him in her hand and began stroking him. It was the most fantastic feeling. She had him hard and aroused and rocking in the palm of her hand. He retook her mouth, hard and hungry, while she kept stroking him with sweet pressure. He knew if he didn’t stop her soon, he wouldn’t make it much longer.

“My turn,” he told her, and London gently pushed her back on the bed and raised her legs onto the edge. With his hands, he parted her thighs, then reached down and unsnapped the nightie at the crotch. Using his index finger, he parted her and delved inside. Bianca sucked in a long breath.

“I love the way your body responds to me.” He played with her, circling, and building sweet intensity.

“London.” His name sounded like a whimper.

Angling his fingers, he pushed a long finger inside. Bianca squeezed her eyes shut as her pelvis arched toward him.

“That’s it, baby. Relax and let your husband take care of you.”

He watched her expression while he stroked. Bianca’s lips parted, and he felt her gripping him tightly. He pumped his finger, and her body shook while his thumb teased her clit. London lowered his head, and when his mouth touched her between her legs, he heard a long, shaky breath. He licked and sucked, loving the way his wife tasted. She squirmed, and London moved to nibble at her inner thighs before his tongue plunged inside her again. Bianca brought her hand to his head, guiding him closer to where she needed and holding him once he was there. He knew her spot. He knew exactly how to flick his tongue against her clit to get her to flinch and throb, and just when he felt her losing control and begging, “baby, please,” London pushed his finger inside and corkscrewed until he hit her spot. Her entire body jerked and quivered in orgasmic bliss until her legs collapsed.

He rose long enough to shuck off his jeans and boxers. Bianca dragged the nightie over her head, and he gazed down at her beautiful chocolate nipples standing high. He climbed onto the bed, and she spread her thighs apart. London shifted between her legs and felt her heat right at the tip. He lifted her hips off the bed, cupping her bottom, and drove inside. Bianca cried out and wrapped her legs around his waist. London tried to set a slow, steady pace, but it was almost impossible with the way Bianca gripped him. He thrust slow and yet deep. In and then out, he was pulling her up to meet him as he stroked with determination. Bianca started rocking her hips, grinding against him, and moaning in a way that drove him insane. He pulled back until just the tip was inside, then pushed forward until he was deep and stilled. His eyes met Bianca’s large eyes as she gave him a direct stare. Her lips were parted, and nipples erected, begging for him. He lowered his head and sucked at her breasts, blowing warm air, fondled, and sucked some more. His tongue traveled across her chest, shoulders, and neck until she was moaning for him to make love to her. Impatiently, she rocked her hips beneath him until London moved simultaneously, and his thrust grew faster. Her eyes rolled closed; her head was tipped to the side, and her breasts bounced with each stroke. He loved the way she reacted and responded to him. Thighs locked at his side; Bianca thrust upward. Gripping her hips, he lifted off the bed, drawing her deeper yet keeping the pace steady, building the pleasure.

“London,” she panted as he rotated his hips to stroke her spot with each thrust. He watched her body tense and her back arch while creating a rhythm, drawing out the tension. And then he felt her tighten around him, and he looked down to find her staring up at him. He continued to thrust and watched her eyes widen the moment her body contracted and was seized by another orgasm. Once she was spent, London pushed rapidly, rocking the bed as he growled out his release and collapsed beside her.

After a nap and another round of lovemaking, London and Bianca got dressed and headed into town to eat at their favorite local restaurant, Bethany’s. It was a small community, so they were immediately met with hugs and warm greetings. The restaurant owned by the Bethany family had been friends with the Browns for generations, and they were always welcomed to their homes whenever visiting Sheraton Beach. They immediately ushered the couple to a quiet booth in the corner. A fire was crackling in an oversized hearth. London settled back onto the high-back chair, unable to take his eyes off his wife. A waiter brought the couple over their signature Long Island peach tea and an order of garlic knots. London dipped the warm bread into the Greek oil and fed it to his wife. Their conversation was intimate and private. Violin music serenaded in the background, setting the mood. While they talked, he looked out the window at the Chesapeake Bay lit up and twinkling on top of the water. Boats were docked at the pier bobbing in the cold water. He was content with staring across the table, watching his wife. Bianca was dressed in a navy-blue V-neck sweater and skinny blue jeans. Thigh-high brown leather boots on her feet were designed for warmth.

“How are the mushrooms?” he asked, tongue in cheek, as she popped another crab-filled appetizer into her mouth.

“They are delicious. Thank you.”

“I see,” he replied and chuckled.

She gave a sheepish grin. “Ha-ha, I see you have jokes.”

By the time they shared the last one, plates of pasta, with a signature meat sauce, were lowered in front of them. Bianca moved to sit beside London while they ate. This is what they hadn’t had in a long time.We needed this. After the pasta was completed, out came the tiramisu. The couple shared a slice feeding each other from the same fork and then sipped a half pot of dark roast coffee. Bianca moved to sit beside her husband and rested her head on his shoulder, and London savored the moment. They talked, laughed, and held hands underneath the table. They reminisced on their honeymoon and made plans to return to the Grand Turk Island in the fall. When the conversation shifted to their relationship that started as a marriage of convenience and how they both tried to deny their feelings, they laughed so hard London forgot all about his problems back at home.

“And to think, we need to thank Collin for bringing us together,” he said.

It took everything for the smile not to slip from Bianca’s lips.Tell him,her conscious urged. It was the opening she had been waiting for and a perfect opportunity to start the discussion. But she just couldn’t bring herself to ruin the moment.

No, not yet.

It was not the right time. This wastheirtime together, away from the drama of Caleb’s death, from Collin’s ultimatums, and away from Troy and the pending trial. This was a getaway from all the stressors in their lives. And enjoy, she planned to do.

“I think you and I would have ended up together eventually.”

His brow rose. “Really?”

“Absolutely,” Bianca managed between sips. “In time, I would have realized he was wrong for me, and the man I needed was right in front of me.”

Their eyes met and locked like two starry-eyed teenagers, young and in love. That was how London made her feel when they were together, as if nothing else mattered but the two of them. Even after all these years, he still made her heart pound.

They bundled up in their coats and gloves and left the restaurant. Despite the cold, the couple decided to walk up to the town center. Most of the shops had already closed for the evening, but it didn’t matter. With arms draped around each other, the couple walked along the streets with lazy contentment. They gazed in storefront windows and found several gift ideas for future family birthdays.

“This town is magical. Have you all ever thought about selling your great aunt’s home?”

London quickly shook his head. “Never. It holds too many memories. I remember spending time here with my mom and my grandparents. Those are some fond memories.”

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