Page 45 of His Weekend Wife

Brushing his knuckles along her delicate cheekbone, he thrust two fingers into her quivering pussy and rolled his finger around her clit. Her cries slipped from her parted lips and he hovered over her, taking in the beautiful sight of her loveliness before covering her mouth with his.

He sipped at her, soaking her in, dipping his tongue inside to taste her. He couldn’t get enough of her. Her juices thickened, liquid velvet pouring over his fingers. He paid special attention to her breathing, watching her reaction and every change in her body as she surrendered to release. He loved holding her, feeling her writhe under him, meowing in pleasure.

She stilled. Her knees jerked and she exhaled a long breath. A telltale glow washed over her alabaster skin and her arms came around his neck as she clung to him. Gentle rocking of her body was followed by a tensing before she eased back into the sheet.

Her nails nicked his back, her eyes pleading as she looked up at him. “Please, Declan. I want you.”

How could he have resisted? He couldn’t. Simple fact. Then he remembered he wasn’t quite prepared. “Ash, are you on the pill?”

She blinked. He could see she was wrapping his question around her sedated mind. “No.”

“I’ll be right back.”

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Ash leaned onto her elbow, her body still shaking from the after effects of the orgasm, watching him leave the room. Would he return? The waiting time seemed like eternity while lying there, naked and covered in a rosy hue of pleasure.

She dropped back onto the bed and sighed. She looked at the tray and the cake and smiled. She’d never had a man lick chocolate off her body before. That was a new one for them.

She heard his footsteps before he appeared in the doorway. As vulnerability reared its head, she reached for the sheet to cover her nudity, but he gave his head a quick shake. “Don’t do that, bella. Never hide that beautiful body from me.” His soft voice sent tremors through her and she pushed the sheet aside.

Although she realized she was caught in her husband’s snare, she didn’t want to resist him, or the desire. Once he was next to the bed, she spotted the foil package in his hand. He placed it on the bedside table. He also removed the platter from the bed. “Undress me.” His command was more of a wish than a demand.

Lifting to her knees, she scooted closer to where he stood next to the bed. Her fingers were trembling as she settled them on the button of his starched shirt. She breathed in his citrusy scent and it made her dizzy—in a very good way. She concentrated on easing the next button from its hole, but his eyes were on her, silently questioning her, burrowing deep into her soul. His pensive eyes stirred her insides and her blood warmed. He stood there, his shoulders broad, his legs wide and he wreaked of masculinity, strength and confidence. She had to admit, she loved all those characteristics. Love the power that exuded from him.

Finally, the shirt was unbuttoned and she freed the tail from his pants, helping him to slip it from his shoulders. The shirt fell to his feet, forgotten.

Then came his pants. Anticipation slithered through her at a honeyed crawl. She reached for the button and unhooked it, then slowly eased the zipper down. The black slacks easily slipped from his slender hips along with the pale blue silk boxers. His body was hard and erect, massive, just as she remembered his male beauty.

Her heart pounded hard inside of her chest as she scrambled to breathe in and out. She sucked in a purifying breath, trying to recover from the dizzying effects he created within her. He knocked her equilibrium for a loop and caused defying emotions to grip her nerve endings.

No man had ever made her feel any of these things and she wanted to rationalize her emotions. Was it his power? His good looks? His wealth?

Maybe just him, and their unsounded connection.

She was captivated by the need rushing through her as she stared at his erection, wide with a purplish head. She willed her body to stop quivering. She skimmed her eyes to his face, his eyes were a shade darker and his chest rose and fell.

He slipped his hands into her hair, bracing her as he lowered, his gaze connected with hers. “I want to make sweet love to you. You hypnotize me, Ash,” he whispered.

Her blood flamed and when he kissed her, she opened up to him and moaned when he sucked her lower lip. “I want to nibble on this lip, like you do when you’re nervous.” He smiled and her heart tugged. “Can I make love to you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. His expression was one of great satisfaction as he eased her back onto the bed and joined her. The heat from his body warmed her but her nipples responded by tightening and goosebumps splattered across her skin. She slipped her fingers into his thick hair, fading the last remnants of the neat style he wore earlier. His eyes were dazzling, confident, sexy. His jawline was covered in dark scruff and she couldn’t resist. She brushed her palm along the hair peppered skin, loving the feel of it against her fingers.

Her blood pumped fast through her veins, desire thick and hot between her legs. He evoked such strong feelings. Did he have the slightest clue what he did to her?

As if he could see straight into her thoughts, he said, “If only you knew how much I want you.” He gently smoothed his fingers down her cheek.

“I want you too.”

“Do you have any idea how much I want to possess you? Not in a suffocating way, but to know that you are mine and only mine.”

The muscles inside of her stomach quivered. The deepest, darkest places of her soul awakened. The pain was bittersweet and almost unbearable that she could almost cry. To want something—someone—so badly that she felt out of control. It was amazing, breathtaking and it scared her. She wanted to close her eyes and let sensuality take power, but she had to watch him. Wanted to see every line, every masculine curve of his expression.

He kissed her again, his lips urgent and demanding, authoritative and intoxicating. His hands were on her breasts, tweaking her nipples, tugging at the pearly nubs. He planted kisses on her cheeks, her chin, down along her neck and licked the cleft between her breasts. “You are a heady mix of chocolate and cotton candy.”

She flushed from roots to toes. Oh, for heaven’s sake. She was nothing but a sack of bones under him. She was his for the taking. A sacrificial offering.

“I love the feel of your skin and hair.” He entwined his fingers through the mass, sending it in a silken cascade down the pillow and over her shoulder. Then he kissed her again, more demanding, coaxing her lips open wide so he could suckle her tongue. It was an intoxicating feeling. He slipped his arms under her waist and drew her closer, lovingly. She felt his hard length against her stomach and a revealing wetness across her skin. He was ready too. Would he put them both out of their misery…?

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