Page 35 of His Weekend Wife

She should turn him away, deny these irrational emotions building within her, but she couldn’t. They felt right. Felt like they belonged in her body. When his fingers reached the apex of her thighs, she jolted and tightened her bottom, what little resistance it was, it quickly dissolved.

“Declan…” his name oozed from her trembling lips.

“Don’t think, bella, just feel.” His soft words urged her deeper into the water, her legs to spread wider.

Although she anticipated his touch at her seam, when it finally came she jerked and a moan slid from her. She was already sensitive, primed, from her own touch—swollen and ready. His large fingers glided over her swollen clit, tugging at the fleshy head, gently rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. The nerve endings were on high alert, aching for release, and yet she wanted to enjoy his touch longer.

Laying her head back and closing her eyes, she reveled in the magical blanket sliding over her. He sunk one finger inside of her and she bucked her hips, pressing against his palm and riding his hand. There was no shame in her unabashed need, just a rush of emotions begging release to come. Her toes curled and her body became a mass of nerves as he continued to slide in and out of her at a pace that made her happily dizzy.

Her breathing was labored and she forced air in and out of her lungs, focusing on the gamut of sensation swirling between her legs, her heightened senses and overwhelming need to have more—to have him inside of her. Her inner thighs quivered and she arched her back, drawing closer to a place she hadn’t been in so long. A place where she forgot all logic, forgot the demons buried within her.

Soon, he pushed two fingers inside of her, stretching her muscles, and caught up in her emotion, she no longer pressed her arms over her breasts, but was clutching the tub, gripping the sides like they were a lifeline. His touch came on her breast, sliding his finger over her erect nipple, sending a wave of tingles through her. Charged and consumed, her body shook as she stumbled upon climax and the unexplainable warmth draped over her, spiraling through her like a honeyed feather, prickling her every nook and cranny. Spasms rocked her body, one after another until she was nothing but skin and melted bones.

She barely registered that the bubbles had stopped.

His hand moved and a popping sound brought her eyes open. Declan had pulled the plug to the tub and the water was emptying down the drain. She wondered if she’d slide down the drain too because she was spent.

She watched him stand, reach for a towel and he slung it over his shoulders. “Come, bella. You’re nothing but a shriveled raisin.” His smile kicked up her blood pressure a few points.

She laid her hand into his and allowed him to help her from the tub. She stepped out onto the thick rug as he wrapped the fluffy towel around her. Half expecting him to leave her to dry off, he didn’t. Instead, he dragged the towel down her body, rubbing the wetness from her arms, stomach and legs, before wrapping it around her body and securing it at her chest.

Before she knew what was happening, he lifted her into his arms, close to his chest. She was engulfed with his masculine scent of soap and musk. His warmth seeped through the towel and her nipples tingled, excitement building in her as they moved into the bedroom toward the bed. She could only believe that he would make love to her.

He placed her on her feet, keeping her close, which she was grateful for because her knees were weak and her legs felt like jelly. He removed the towel, dropping it at her feet, then he turned the beside lamp on. “Lay down, bella,” he urged in a husky voice as he pulled down the covers.

Without hesitation, she did as he asked, climbing into the luxurious sheets that felt heavenly against her naked body. What happened next surprised her. He didn’t join her. Instead, he pulled the cover up over her, tucking her in. Her mind screamed, “Why aren’t you joining me?”, but she couldn’t form the words on her lips.

“I came into the bedroom tonight to tell you that we have plans tomorrow. I’ll be gone most of the day and will be back by eight to pick you up.”

Her mind wrapped around his words, soaking them up like a sponge as logic took shape. “What? Where are we going?” She clutched the soft cover.

“I have an evening planned. Wear the red dress, please. You looked amazingly beautiful.”

She swallowed against the constriction in her throat. He hadn’t given her enough details, and yet her body was in a cloud and she couldn’t do anything but lay there as light as a feather.

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Shit! Declan had done his share of fucked up things in his lifetime and he’d thought he’d outgrown being stupid—that was until he walked into the bathroom and caught his wife masturbating. Not one woman he’d seen naked over the years compared to her beauty—her soft, sensual curves. Her bright eyes were innocent, but he knew what sexual desire lingered behind those violet windows.

He walked to his bedroom just down the hall and concentrated on keeping his breaths even. It had taken every sliver of control he had in his body to walk away from his naked wife. After bringing her to orgasm in the bathtub, then carrying her to bed, he’d witnessed a change in her expression. She was willing to allow things to unfold and, damn, had he wanted it as well. So, then why had he ripped a hole in his libido by leaving her, in bed, and willing?

Stepping into his room, he closed the door and sighed, but it came out more as a disgruntled growl. He’d never been one to falter when having a beautiful woman at his fingertips, ready and eager. He’d always followed through, pleasuring a woman, but that was the problem. Ash wasn’t just any woman. She was his wife. They had history together. She’d been the first, and only one, to find a way inside of his heart.

He paced the room and practically tore his hand though his hair. Images of her beautiful smile that could knock him for a loop spiraled inside of his head. Her mouth was delectable whether she was smiling or frowning, and her lips tasted so good. Her eyes had held such warmth, such welcome intensity. He compared it to the sun rising on a cold, wintery day, melting away his doubts. He experienced something he hadn’t in a long time—emotion.

Stopping at the tall dresser, he braced his hands on the edge and stared back at himself in the mirror. “You’re playing with fire, bro.”

Admittedly, he had several reasons why he brought Ash here. Yes, he did need her for the Hannigan business deal. But there was something more, something far more sinister. As punishment for leaving him. No, he didn’t want to punish her. Maybe somewhere deep inside he hoped she would see what she had left, maybe stroke the history between them, wrestle with old feelings, and new feelings too. He was crazy for hoping. Five years had passed between them, and she’d only agreed to this because she needed the money and wanted the divorce.

So, how then did he keep the professional lines drawn? Well, going into her bedroom and helping her bring herself to orgasm certainly wouldn’t be the recommended start.

He blew out a long breath. How was he supposed to keep his brain in working order and his dick locked away behind his zipper?

He pushed off the dresser. He was sure he crossed many boundaries since she’d been here. And looked like an idiot husband who didn’t understand limits. Tugging his shirt tail from his pants, he unbuttoned it and laid it over the chair. Then came his pants. A quick flick of his wrist sent them down his legs and he stepped out of them.

Undressed, he strolled into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the shower. He adjusted the temperature to warm, but thought better of it. What he needed was a splash of cold to turn off his thoughts to his southern parts and wake his brain up.

Even though he wanted her more than he ever had, he was a strong man. He could control himself.

Unless she asked him to sleep with her.

Damn. True. He wouldn’t be able to resist that temptation

Stepping under the spray, the cold water made him jerk, but the colder the better. Little did he know how his life was changing.

It was. And fast.

And unfortunately, he wasn’t sure he could put up a fight to resist. Instead, maybe he was debating the wrong fight. It was time he got his priorities in order and figure out what was worth fighting for.

Could he win her heart back?

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