Page 182 of Wicked Fantasies

“Thank God,” Troy said as he tossed the duffel bag with her toiletries on a table by the door. “The place was a dive the last time we stayed here. If they hadn’t gutted the inside and made it so nice, this wouldn’t have been included on my tour regardless of the fact we spent our honeymoon here. I was fully prepared to drive the thirty-five miles to stay at the Days Inn in Lowell.”

Faith shook her head. “That wouldn’t have been the same.”

Troy pulled a bottle of champagne out of an ice bucket and pointed to it. “Thirsty?”

“I can’t believe you came over here this afternoon and set all this up.” In addition to the bottle of wine, he’d scattered rose petals on the bed and dropped off their luggage.

“I’m just sorry one night in this hotel room was the sum equivalent of our whole honeymoon. Wish I’d taken you somewhere more special than downtown Carlysle.”

She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Our honeymoon was perfect, Troy. Why on earth would we have wasted all that money to fly someplace like the Caribbean or Hawaii when we’d have done the same thing there that we did here?” She ran her hand along the front of his jeans and smiled when she felt his cock twitch under her touch. “I mean you’ve seen one bed, you’ve seen them all.”

Troy grinned wickedly. “You’ve got a point there. Take off that jacket,” he said, his voice laced with a sexy demand she found hard to resist. She recalled his warning back in the park. He’d been so many different men tonight, she was feeling slightly overwhelmed.

“Haven’t you ever heard of saying please?”

His eyes narrowed, darkened. “I told you earlier what was going to happen tonight. Take off the T-shirt and bra while you’re at it.”

She slid the heavy jacket off, tossing it over a chair. Pulling her T-shirt from her jeans, she slid it over her head slowly, enjoying the needy look in her husband’s eyes.

“Now who’s being a tease?” His voice was husky, deep and the rough timbre of it pushed all her hot buttons at once. Her breasts as she freed them from her lacy bra felt full and too sensitive to touch. Her panties were damp and her breathing was labored.

“God, Troy. I need you so badly.”

He shook his head as he rubbed the front placket of his jeans. She could see his erection straining against the material. “I believe you said something about sucking my cock.” Reaching down, he unzipped his jeans. Kicking off his shoes, he tugged off his pants and boxers. Then, as he sat on the edge of the bed, he pulled off his T-shirt, as well. It was the first time she’d seen him naked all day and she had to admit there was a lot to be said for his anticipation game. Her fingers itched to touch every inch of his firm, tanned skin.

He beckoned her to him with a crooked finger. “I want your mouth on me.”

She trembled at his admission and wondered once again when sex had stopped being sexy for them. They’d set the sheets on fire in their younger days and his racy words and smoldering looks were bringing it all back to her. How could they have let this slip away?

She walked across the room, grasping his wrist as he ran his hand along his thick flesh. She stilled his motions, shaking her head slowly. “Let me do that for you.”

“Get on your knees.”

She dropped down before him and he closed his eyes briefly when she pushed his thighs farther apart and settled between his legs.

“Wait a minute.” He reached behind him on the bed and grabbed a pillow. Reaching for her elbow, he bid her to stand up while he tossed the pillow on the floor. “Kneel on this.” He cupped her cheek with his large palm, a quick gesture of adoration.

His gaze darkened when she grasped his cock, tightening her fist without preamble, giving him the rough touch she knew he loved.

The sight of his rock-hard erection set her mouth to watering. She licked her lips as she listened to the sound of his breathing deepen, speed up. He brushed her cheek with the back of his knuckles before reaching back to take her ponytail in his grasp.

With steady pressure, he guided her head to his lap and she allowed him the control. He wasn’t taking her anywhere she didn’t want to be. Usually a patient, thoughtful lover, she was enjoying his sudden dominance and she would never have guessed how much she desired giving him this power over her. She’d seen shades of his unbending determination to steer their course all day. Now, in the bedroom, she handed herself over to his command, an enthusiastic slave to his will.

Taking him into her mouth, she savored the sound of his groan when she tongued the sensitive skin just below his head. His fingers tightened in her hair and she sensed he was restraining himself, holding back out of concern. Something inside her snapped and she pushed away.

“Take me like you mean it, Troy.”

“What?”

“Take me the way you want to. We’ve been together long enough for you to know I won’t break. I’m not made of glass. You made me some promises in the park. I want them. All of them.”

He swallowed heavily and she could see him fighting some sort of internal struggle. No doubt the old-fashioned man he was raised to be, the one who believed women were meant to be protected and cherished, was battling the alpha male who wanted to take, to control, to own.

“I don’t think you understand what I’m?—”

She cut his words off with her mouth on his cock. She devoured his hard flesh, took him to the back of her throat while tightly squeezing his balls in her hand.

His fingers flew to her hair and she thought for a moment he’d pull her away, stop her, but instead he pushed her head lower, forced her to take him deeper. She hummed her assent, felt the moisture gather in her pussy and knew which man had won when he tugged on her ponytail, forced her head back until her gaze met his.

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