Page 32 of Only One I Ever Wanted

I grabbed onto his shoulders.

“You want patience, I’m going to need to get you horizontal for that.”

I laced my fingers around the back of his neck and squeezed him with my thighs. “What if maybe the first time we aren’t patient?”

His dark eyes flashed, and he picked up the pace down the hall to the last room.

“Tell me Danny isn’t right next door.”

He grinned and hiked me up so he could kiss me again. “Nope. The first bedroom we passed.”

“Thank God.”

“Are you a screamer, Nora?”

I grinned. “I don’t know.”

His smile slid away. “I could kick Booker’s ass for not treating you right.”

“It wasn’t just him.” Once upon a time, things had been different, but then it had just become safe and steady. The passion had slowly leaked away like there had been a pinhole in us.

“Regardless, you deserve to be treated like a queen. And maybe I’ll shake his hand for letting you go, because I won’t.” He jostled me a little to get to the doorknob of his door and pushed through, shutting it behind him with a boot.

I didn’t have time to digest that statement. It made everything inside of me tighten, then Sully put me on his bed. The familiar scent of laundry and cedar enveloped me, back and front.

I flicked my shoes off as I backed up toward the headboard. Boots thudded on the floor then Sully was at the bottom of the bed, his big hands sliding up my calves to my knees. He dragged his bearded chin along the inside of my knee and up my thigh, pushing the skirt of my dress up until the cool air hit my panties.

He pulled me closer until my shoulders settled on the pillows behind me, then settled there and nibbled his way along the skin of my leg until his nose brushed my panties.

I stiffened.

“Easy, we’re just touching.”

“Sorry.” I stared at the ceiling. Married sex was much different than the exploring phase. It had been so long since I’d allowed myself to fall into the new.

He bit my thigh until I met his gaze. “Here with me, Nora.”

“I am.”

“No, you’re not.” He pushed up the skirt of my dress and kissed his way over my panties to the flat of my belly, then he pulled the skirt over his head until I laughed.

“What are you doing?”

“Figuring out how to get this off, but I do appreciate the little flowers on these.” He brushed his thumb between my thighs over the cotton.

He pulled the skirts back over his head. “Want to give me a clue on the dress?”

I laughed. God, when was the last time I’d laughed in bed? “It just goes over my head.” I sat up and flipped it off.

His eyes lit with heat and my heartbeat skipped. Was that what it looked like to be wanted?

He curled me under him, covering me hip to chest. Gently, he braced his arms on either side of me, nibbling my mouth open. “Did you wear this for me?”

“Maybe.”

His lips tipped up in one corner before he lowered to tease along the skin that curved up from the white lace of my bra. I didn’t really have sexy lingerie anymore, but now I wished I did.

For him.

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