Page 63 of Heathen

"Oh," she whimpers, and I can tell by how rigid her body turns that she's coming.

I swear the scent of her arousal triples, thickening in the SUV, and making the windows begin to fog up despite the heat outside.

"Jesus, the way you come," I whisper, gripping her leg tighter as her body trembles.

Her breaths are loud in the SUV as she comes down, and I swear she looks a little drunk when she opens her eyes and rolls her head to the side so she can look in my eyes.

"What about you?" she whispers, and I get a little too lost in watching her mouth to fully understand what she's asking. "Don't you want my mouth on you?"

My cock, fully on board, jerks in my jeans.

"Kaylee," I warn.

"Don't you want my hands stroking you? My pussy gripping that thick cock of yours?"

"Kaylee." This time, her name on my lips is more like a plea because I want all of that. I have since the moment we got married and I pressed my lips to her cheek.

The scent of her made me half-drunk then, and it has left me feeling like I've been missing something all my life. It wasn't until I repeated those vows and was pronounced her husband that I realized it was something I didn't know to ask for.

"See you inside."

And like she didn't just come on her fingers, leaving a wet spot on the seat, she climbs out and goes inside the house.

I'm on her heels, like a puppy chasing after its owner first thing in the morning and breakfast is three hours late.

She giggles, turning my attention into a game, and I chase her up the stairs.

She doesn't hesitate to pull her dress over her head once the bedroom door is closed. A second later, she's kicking off her panties, leaving them in the middle of the floor, before going into the bathroom. When she leaves the door open, and I hear the sound of the water in the shower turning on, I consider it an invitation and don't waste a second kicking off my boots and stripping out of my clothes before joining her.

The water is warm by the time I step inside the shower, and the sight of her orgasm-flushed skin drenched makes my body ache for her even more.

"Here," she says, putting down a bottle of conditioner and stepping into me.

Her hands are the most perfect thing I've ever felt when she doesn't hesitate to take my cock into her slippery palm and run it right down the length of me.

I swear I've never felt anything more perfect in my life. I fight the urge to let my eyes roll into the back of my head because I don't want to miss a second of her touching me.

If she hadn't come so quickly in the SUV, I'd feel a little guilty about the tightness in my balls after mere seconds of enjoying her touch.

"Kaylee," I moan, the sound of my voice desperate and needy even to my own ears. "Please."

The second she looks up, I press my mouth to hers.

In the next breath, when her tongue presses to mine, I explode, my orgasm coating her skin for the second time today.

How in the world have I existed so long without this woman?

Chapter 26

Kaylee

How is it possible that I have been having the most erotic experiences of my life, and we haven't even had sex yet?

Yet...

Like it's preconceived and impossible to avoid.

The rules are in place for a reason.

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