She tried to pull away, but his arms only tightened around hers. "Stay."
A quietly spoken command, but one her body joyfully obeyed for some reason.
He then tipped her chin up, and Hope reluctantly met his gaze.
Oh.
She was afraid she would see something akin to regret, but instead all she saw was the same thing she had seen earlier.
He wanted her still.
And she mattered to him still.
"Are you alright?"
She nodded.
"Any soreness?"
Hope could feel her cheeks burning at the question, and she had to remind herself that she was forty, not fourteen.
"Just a little sore."
"I'm sorry about that—"
Hope opened her mouth to tell him it was fine.
"—but I'm afraid you'll feel a lot sorer by tomorrow."
Oh. Wait.What?
A gasp escaped her when he suddenly sat up and she found herself on his lap, his fingers between her legs, andoh.With just a few strokes, he already had her folds wet and swollen, andoh!He was inside of her once again, with Hope riding her husband all of a sudden, and—
"You wanted me to take you passionately," Colin whispered into her ear. "And I've always been a man of my word."
Oh...thank goodness.
Chapter Six
"You're quiet," Colin observed, glancing her way as they stopped at a traffic light.
A work emergency required Colin to drop by his office even though it was close to midnight, and when he had asked her to come with him, she hadn't hesitated to say yes. As for the reason she was quiet...
Last night's memories were still mortifyingly fresh in her mind, and it didn't help at all that Colin insisted on having her sit on his lap as soon as they slid into the backseat of his car.
"Can I just, um, scoot over—"
"No."
"I think I'm too heavy—"
"You're not."
Feeling his hard thighs under her were a distraction. But when she started to squirm, and she felt something under her also start to throb—
Her husband's eyes gleamed. "Everything alright?"
Hope could only croak out her answer. "Yes."No.