Page 105 of Guarded from Treachery

My gaze devours her hungrily as I lift my head from between her thighs, memorizing each perfect detail. The flush on her cheeks and her kiss-swollen mouth. Her rosy-tipped breasts drawn into taut peaks. The smattering of freckles on her chest and shoulders from our daily walks around the B and A property. And her hands clutching the sheets, her wedding band still a shining gold and the diamond in her engagement ring throwing sparkles around the room.

“Are you staring at me again?” Isla’s lips tilt up into a teasing smile. “Don’t you get tired of it?”

“Never.” I lean down again to press a kiss to the little tattoo on her hip. “I’llneverget tired of looking at my beautiful wife.”

Her smile expands. “I’ll never get tired of looking at my sexy husband, either.”

“Is it weird I still like hearing that? Your husband?”

“If it is, then I’m weird, too. Because I love hearing you call me your wife.”

When we got married, it wasn’t the elaborate wedding I’d offered Isla, jetting off to a tropical locale or reserving a luxury resort for all our family and friends. But she wanted something simple. Something we could do right away. As Isla said a week after I proposed, “I’m not going to change my mind. I want to be married to you more than anything. So I don’t see the point in waiting.”

So we did it here, in the Blade and Arrow barn, with all our friends and family in attendance. We had thousands of sparkly lights and fireworks courtesy of Erik, our HAZMAT expert, and Dante and Sarah volunteered to prepare all the food. Rory came from Vermont, Isla’s mother from New Hampshire, and in an unexpected surprise, Levi was even able to make it.

It was perfect. And Isla was right. We didn’t need fancy or expensive when everything we wanted was right here at home.

Still holding Isla’s gaze, I trail a line of kisses from her hip to the junction of her thighs. “Do you know what else I love?”

As I find her little bud and flick it with my tongue, her hips jerk towards me. Slightly breathlessly, she asks, “What?”

I spread her legs wider and drape them over my shoulders. Then I kiss her velvety skin, flushed and slick with excitement. With one finger, I slowly slide into her welcoming heat, loving the feel of her muscles clutching at me. “I love tasting how sweet you are. Seeing your face as you fly over the edge. And knowing I’m the one giving you pleasure.”

Her breath hitches as I plunge my finger deeper.“Matt.”

I use my tongue and fingers to draw out her arousal, stroking and caressing and rolling her sensitive bundle of nerves between my lips just the way she loves. A second finger joins the first, moving slowly at first, then faster.

“Matt. That’s so?—”

But she swallows her words when I curl my fingers so they hit that spot inside her, the spot she told me she thought was a myth until I proved her wrong.

Instead, Isla lets out a low moan and her thigh muscles quiver. Her hips thrust towards me, instinctively seeking more. And I’m more than happy to oblige.

As Isla writhes beneath me, she makes these sexy sounds—half moan, half whimper—that bring me close to the edge myself.

I’m aching to be inside her, the need verging on pain. But that’s not what this is about right now. Not when Isla’s less than two months past giving birth. Yes, the doctor said it was safe, but I’d rather err on the side of caution.

And anyway, I can wait. We have a lifetime to spend together.

On an exhale, Isla breathes, “I’m so close. But you… Do you want to?—”

“Not yet,” I reply. “This is about makingyoufeel good.”

With that said, I lower my head again.

But she grabs my shoulder, stopping me. “I want to make you feel good, too, Matt.”

“You don’t have to. This is more than enough.”

Isla levers herself onto her elbows and pins me with a stubborn look. “No. It’s not. You’ve been incredible. But I want this. To see you finish, too.”

I stare at her for a second, contemplating. “Okay.” I give her a little smirk. “If you insist.”

Her voice firms. “I do.”

As if I could ever tell the woman I love no. Especially not with something like this.

So I lift Isla on top of me, turning her so we can both bring each other pleasure.

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