Page 15 of The Worst Man

Because that’s what this was. We might not have taken a conventional path to marriage, but if a woman could go on TV and find a fiancé among thirty-one bachelors, there was absolutely no reason why I couldn’t suddenly wake up one morning and realize that I’d been engaged in a years-long bout of extended foreplay with a man whose company I actually quite enjoyed now that I’d allowed myself to do so.

“Yeah, we’re close,” he answered, laying back on the mattress and bringing me with him.

“Great,” I said, propping myself up on my elbows. “I can’t wait to meet her then.”

“I’m glad. But enough talk about everyone else.” Hank laid back on the mattress, bringing me with him. Reaching between us, he tugged the blanket loose from around my chest and slid his hands under it and over my bare skin. I gasped when he filled his palms with my ass and squeezed. “I want you, Miranda.”

“You do?” I squeaked.

“Mmm-hmm,” he hummed, tangling his hands in my hair and lowering my face. Meeting me halfway, he licked his way inside my mouth. “I love the way you taste,” he whispered against my lips, his hips rocking against me. I could feel the long, hard length of his erection pressing against my core. “Tell me again that you’re not going to ask for a divorce.”

The force of his demand caught me by surprise. I pulled back and stared down at him, the look of pure, unadulterated need on his handsome face taking my breath away. Suddenly, I realized how intensely my answer mattered. “Sorry, Talbot. You’re stuck with me for life.” I settled my hand on his chest, over his heart. “I’m like a penguin. I mate for life.”

“I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear you say that,” he whispered, peppering my skin with urgent, hungry kisses. When he reached me ear, he bit down on the lobe and then sucked it between his teeth to soothe the sting. “Because you’re mine, and I want to fuck my wife again,” he growled darkly. “I can’t stop hearing your voice as you begged me to fuck you harder. I can still feel your nails digging into my skin. Or the look on your face when you came all over my cock. I’ve never seen anything more gorgeous than your face in that moment. You slayed me.” He rolled us over, and caged me in beneath him.

My breath hitched, the quick switch from playful to sinful giving me mental whiplash. One moment we’d been taking a stroll down memory lane, getting to know each other a bit better in the context of our new situation, and the next I’m pinned under him with his thick cock pressing against my naked needy center.

Sensing my stunned reaction, Hank pulled back. All traces of humor were gone, and in its place was a steely determination I’d never seen on him before. “I won’t do anything you’re not ready for, but hearing you say that you’re as committed to this as I am just does it for me. I need my cock inside you again. To make this all real in the cold light of day.” He hooked my thigh up around his hip and rocked against me again, his cock sliding against the slick evidence of my mounting arousal. “Do you feel that? Do you see what you do to me?”

I screwed my eyes shut and my head fell back. “Oh god,” I moaned when he rocked forward again and the head of his cock slipped between my folds and then back out.

“Not god. Just your husband. The only man who’s going to make you scream for the rest of your life.”

I shivered at the dominance I detected in his voice. The dark tones Samuel had used to tell me to get down on my knees and suck his cock had felt less like sexy dirty talk designed to get me in the mood and more like an imbalanced exchange of power designed to make the sex good for him. With Hank, it felt like the exact opposite. His language was just as crudely spoken, but I got the distinct sense it was my pleasure that drove him. My need for him that turned him on.

I slid my hands between our bodies, and taking his cock in hand, guided it to my entrance. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”

He grinned down at me. “I know. You were pretty adamant about that last night.”

“I was?”

He nodded. “The second time, you threw the condom clear across the room and then straddled my lap.” His eyes heated with the memory of that moment, and his words shook loose my own memory.

“Oh no,” I groaned with sudden shame. “I begged you, didn’t I?”

“In so many words, yes.” He chuckled and dragged his cock through my slick folds, entering me just slightly and then retreating once again. “It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever heard.”

That was his polite way of confirming that I’d actually said something along the lines of “I want your cum dripping out of me when we’re done.”

The fact that something so scandalous had crossed my lips came as a shock to me. I’d never been a femme fatale or a temptress. Most of the sex I’d had been missionary, and with the lights out. I was the furthest thing from sexually adventurous that one could get, but with Hank, I wanted to throw caution to the wind and let him lead me where no other man ever had.

He braced himself above me, his thick, ruddy crown pressing at my entrance. “Tell me again.”

“Are you hard of hearing?” I teased, lifting my hips in invitation.

“No, I just like hearing you beg for my cock.”

I licked my lips and smiled up at him, doing my best to look seductive coy as I mentally prepared myself to say the words I never thought I’d utter to any man, let alone this one. “I want you to fuck me like you’ve been waiting your whole damn life for someone like me. Like you can’t get enough of me. Like you lo—”

Before I could finish, he surged forward with a low groan, burying himself to the hilt. “Fuck.” He dropped his forehead down to rest against mine. “You feel so damn good, baby.”

“So do you,” I murmured, marveling at how right this felt as Hank moved in and out of me with slow, deliberate thrusts. We fit together perfectly, like his body had been made for mine. Sex had never been like this for me, and I knew if I wasn’t careful, I could become addicted to the way my body responded to his. I had a symposium to lead later that afternoon, but with his lips wrapped around my nipple into his mouth, I was sorely tempted to cancel.

“Let’s never leave,” I said, my back arching off the bed when he used his teeth. “Let’s stay right here, fucking and ordering room service for the rest of our lives.”

He growled in agreement, and in one swift motion, flipped us over so that he was on his back and my knees were planted on the mattress. “I want to watch you,” he said, his thumb finding my clit. “You’re so fucking beautiful riding my cock like this.”

I rolled my hips over him and he rubbed tight little circles around that sensitive bundle of nerves, dragging me higher and higher toward the edge. My limbs trembled with the need for release, but I didn’t want to let go and fall just yet. Our first time together was a blur, and I wanted this time to last.

Hank, however, had other ideas. He dug his fingers into my hips and surged upward, hitting my g-spot, that place inside a woman’s body I’d always assumed was a myth. With another hard thrust, my orgasm ripped through me, breaking the old Miranda into a thousand tiny pieces and then piecing me back together as a new, wholly formed woman.

He banded his arms around my middle and surged upward, capturing my mouth in a rough kiss that felt like a brand as he emptied himself inside me, his body shaking with the force of his own release.

We collapsed in a heap of sweaty, tangled limbs, our kiss going from hard and punishing to soft and savoring.

He slipped from my body and gathered me up into his arms. He brushed the sweaty hair back from my brow. “Why haven’t we been doing this for years?”

“Because I hated you,” I reminded him, hooking my arms around his neck so my fingers could tangle in the silky dark brown hair at his nape. He was due for a haircut, but I kind of enjoyed the rumpled way he looked now.

“That’s funny,” he said, serious eyes latching onto mine. “Because I’m pretty sure I loved you that whole time. And I promise you now, I’m going to keep on loving you for as long as we both shall live.”

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