Page 82 of Love Without Control

“So fucking good.” He tilted his head back as he began to move his hips, sliding his wet cock between the mounds. “Eden, baby,” he moaned in a gravelly voice.

He looked like a beast hovering over me with his long hair, dark beard, and enormous body. Every muscle was taut and on full display beneath his tanned skin.

Then he fell forward with one palm on the floor above my head, his other hand softly caressing my cheek. His hips picked up speed, riding me roughly as he grunted out nonsensical syllables.

Dane’s cock was hard and long, the head of it almost reaching my chin with every forward thrust. It looked so damn swollen and hot, and I dipped my chin down and stuck out my tongue, letting his tip press against it every time he pushed forward.

“Goddamn it. That’s so fucking sexy, Wildcat,” he barked, picking up his pace.

Ten strokes—and licks—later, Dane’s mouth dropped open, and he roared out his release, along with a string of curse words that would make a sailor blush. Spurts of his seed hit my neck, chest, and mouth as he slowed down, his dark gaze fixed on mine. I ran my tongue over my lips, tasting him for the first time. Salty and surprisingly appealing.

“That was amazing.” He leaned down and kissed me, not recoiling in the slightest at the taste of himself on my lips. “I think I’m completely addicted to you, wife.” He flopped onto his back and, with little effort, rolled me on top of him.

“Dane! I’ve got… stuff all over me.”

With his hand cradling the back of my head, he pulled me down for a kiss that made me want to do very naughty things to him. Well,morenaughty things.

“I don’t give a damn,” he said once we broke apart, a satisfied grin on his handsome face. “If you haven’t noticed, Wildcat, I like things as dirty as possible.”

I laughed and leaned my forehead against his. “I think I do too.”

Chapter 27

Daneheldmyhandwhile we took a Christmas afternoon stroll around the neighborhood, and for the first time, I was a hundred percent okay with it. This wasn’t for show or because newlyweds should hold hands a lot. No, this was real couple stuff.

And that made my stomach grind with guilt. I wasn’t supposed to like this guy. I wasn’t supposed to get flutters in my belly when he looked at me.

Not to mention the flutters I’d now be getting in other places, thanks to our little escapade beside the Christmas tree. I couldn’t stop thinking about his very talented tongue and all the things he’d done to me with it.

“Around seventy percent of the population can roll their tongues,” I blurted out and then mentally kicked myself in the ass.Well, that wasn’t obvious.

“Wildcat,” Dane drew out, shaking his head in mock consternation. “I wonder why in the world that thought popped into your pretty little head.”

“Shut it,” I mumbled, avoiding his smirking face as we rounded the block back onto our street. As always, my gaze went immediately to the big yellow house that sat two doors down from ours. I wasn’t sure what it was about that place that intrigued me. It was larger than the one we lived in but somehow cozier with its Victorian style, wide porches, and white trim.

The Corrigans, a middle-aged couple, had moved out three months ago because they were relocating to Oregon to take care of Mrs. Corrigan’s elderly mother. It made me sad to see the grand place abandoned.

Instead of walking by, Dane lightly tugged my hand and led me up the walk.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking out this house.”

“We’re trespassing,” I hissed, attempting—and failing—to drag him back to the main sidewalk.

He ignored me, ascending the three steps onto the covered porch and cupping one hand to peer into one of the paned-glass windows. “Huh. I can’t see much. Let’s go inside.”

“Dane! Have you lost your mind? What are you going to do, break in?”

The corners of his lips lifted when he produced a key from the pocket of his gray sweatpants. If I hadn’t been so shocked, I probably would have checked him out in those pants. For about the twentieth time since he’d put them on earlier.

Looking quite pleased with himself, Dane inserted the key into the front door lock, tossing me a look of fake surprise when it opened. “Would you look at that?”

He made a sweeping gesture, indicating for me to enter, and I did, dumbfounded into silence. The house was nothing short of grand on the inside with high ceilings and honey-colored hardwood floors. We stood in a wide foyer with a short wooden bench just beside the door. Ahead was the living room, and the open floor plan allowed a view into a gorgeous kitchen with a marble island as the centerpiece.

I finally found my voice. “What are we doing in here?”

“I got the key from the realtor and thought you might like to take a look around. You’re always staring at it.”

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