Page 155 of Resurfaced Passion
What kind of a man was he that he’d drop anything to do whatever she needed? She’d climbed into his shower without such much as a hello and demanded to be fucked and here he was, giving her the good pounding so perfectly the orgasm ran at full force through her veins like a hurricane.
It made him a very generous man.
And one she wanted to love for the rest of forever.
She might not have memories of their marriage, but it didn’t make the love she felt for Reaper any less now.
She worshipped the man and was only just learning how deep the well of love went.
As he sank his brilliant white teeth into his lower lip, pulled his hips back and then slammed their pleasure home, she curled all her fingers into his wet hair, she pulled and clawed, begged and pleaded. “Stay inside me forever, Reaper.”
It was an impossibility but oh, she craved it.
This golden bubble of theirs where nothing else mattered was her heaven and the real world could stay out. She didn’t care if the house crashed down around them to rubble, the need to provoke and tease and have him rough and tender in his Reaper way was a heady pulse inside of her.
In a parallel universe maybe their life was perfect, with perfect days and perfect memories but the strongest love, she thought, had to have a few dings to make it that much tougher. She wouldn’t exchange their life if it meant their love was less than solid.
Her heart spilled over as she cried out.
“Always, baby.” He grunted and when he opened his eyes they were like two twin flames. “Always, always.” Then he went about showing Paige how a generous king fucked her and left her more than satisfied.
Until they crawled into bed a bit later and it started all over again.
A mere seven hours later she was crawling out of their warm bed, and just narrowly was saved from Reaper seeing her reading a text from her father demanding her presence again today. She slammed her phone away just as he strolled into the kitchen.
Hair mussed. Stubble decorating his jawline. A pair of black sweatpants hanging so low on his hips and he came right for her, sweeping her mouth into a swoony kiss.
He did that a lot, made Paige his full focus.
The first touch of his tongue loosened her knees and she was grateful for his strong arms around her. When he wedged his knee between her legs, hiking her uniform higher she moaned into his mouth. He inhaled, changing angle and only for the grace of God was Paige able to detach their mouths before he had her bent over the kitchen island.
“Fuck, ladybug. This mouth is mine.” Sexy and primal, his declaration reached all corners of her body, especially her wide-open heart.
A kiss on her neck turned to a slow suck and bite.
She felt the pleasure shivering out of him. Would she ever get used to doing that to him? No, never. It felt amazing. Only when she was coming out of the lust filled kiss did Paige become aware of the rain knocking on the windows from outside. She’d love to stay cuddled up with him all day if not for reality nipping at her heels.
“You don’t have to get up this early with me.”
“Never gonna complain about spending time with my wife.”
She smiled and ruffled his already messy bed hair. “You just love saying that, don’t you?”
“Fucking A, it’s my favorite word,wife.”
They stayed like that all through breakfast, their skin reluctant to part.
It was a perfect way to begin what would be a shitty day.
She met her father in a parking lot.
“You said last night was the last time!” He thrust a brown package into her lap. How goddamn covert. She stared at it like it would sprout fangs and sink into her.
Never trust a criminal and not one who claimed to be her father.
“Tough shit, girl. It’s too late to back out now. I need you to get this to my guy again. He’ll give you more stock. You meet me at seven, don’t be fucking late, I gotta get home before tomorrow.”
Relief filled her eyes. “You’re going back to Tennessee?”
