Page 78 of Stolen Rival
“No underwear. Perfect.”
The scent of her arousal is like a siren call, but as I lower my head, she grabs a handful of my hair. “Stop.”
Blue is not a color I favor, especially when it comes to my balls. I arch a brow. “No?”
“I didn’t say no. I said stop.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?”
“Before you… we… I need you to promise me something.”
“Negotiations? Your timing could be better.”
She huffs, glaring at me. It’s so fucking cute that I can’t stop my lips from twitching.
“The last two times we’ve been together, after you were done with me, you dismissed me like a servant rather than your wife. If your plan is to go for a hat trick, then this isn’t happening.” She shakes her head. “Don’t need to feel like scum for a third time, thanks very much.”
Shame fills my chest, crawling into my throat until swallowing becomes a challenge. For a man who rarely apologizes, my wife is due yet another one from me.
“I’m sorry.” I plant my hands on the worktop on either side of her thighs. “Intimacy is… not something I’m used to or proficient in. I meant my earlier apology. What I said to you in New York was disgraceful, and I’m not proud of myself. And the other day, in my office, I was angry after overhearing what you said to Cathal. I wanted to make a point. But I admit, that wasn’t the way to go about things.”
“And what was the point?”
She’s not letting me off lightly. I admire her for the strength of her spine. She’s a tough one, and that bodes well for our future. “That I’m in control, not you. That I am always watching. That there are no such things as secrets when it comes to you.”
“You realize how fucked up that is.”
“It’s… necessary. I already explained. You’re a weakness my enemies will exploit given half a chance.”
“I am not weak.”
“That’s not what I mean. You’remyweakness. Our relationship was born out of a need for revenge but that was then. Things are different for me. I’d hoped they were maybe starting to be different for you, too.”
Several seconds pass. I don’t push, even though patience is not a skill I have in abundance.
“They are.” She says it so quietly, I only just catch the words. “I haven’t forgiven you, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to fully get past what you took from me, but I understand it. I understand this world we live in and how normal rules don’t apply to people like us.”
It’s more of a concession than I thought I would get. I cup her face in my hands. “I’m glad to hear you say that, and I can promise you that what happened in New York and in my office will never happen again.”
“You said that before.”
I push as much sincerity into my expression as I can and gaze into her eyes. “I truly mean it. Believe me, Sorcha. It won’t happen again.”
She nibbles her lip. “Okay.”
I angle my head. “Okay? So, this is okay?” I push her legs wide until her pussy is exposed and brush my thumb over her clit.
She sucks in a sharp breath. “Yes.”
“And this?” I ease one finger inside her, then two.
“Yes.” She groans when I curve them inside her. “Definitely yes.”
Reaching my free hand around the nape of her neck, I massage the tight muscles. The urge to kiss her roughly,take her roughly, consumes me, but I curb it. After the way I’ve treated her, it’s tenderness she needs, and that’s what I plan to give to her.
I cover her mouth with mine, teasing, coaxing, until she opens beneath me. My tongue spears her, mirroring my fingers. Low, deep moans echo through her chest, and she grabs my wrist, pushing me deeper inside her.
The straps on her nightgown fall down her arms, and her tits spill free. I break away from her mouth, sucking on a rosy nipple. Withdrawing my fingers, I spread her arousal over her clit and rub in circles, slow and steady, my eyes locked on hers.
