Page 89 of Ruthless Commander
My boot hit the floor.
“So maybe I can fuck it out of you, instead.”
Bang.
My other boot landed.
I dragged one strap of my bra down. “You can give it your best goddamn shot. How about that?”
The curl of his lips sent my heart fluttering. “Challenge accepted.”
He peeled my jeans from my body, then my panties were next as I reached around and unhooked my bra, pulling it free. He was still dressed. Still wearing those perfectly tailored slacks and white shirt with the sleeves rolled up against his muscular forearms.
Fuck, he turned me on when he dressed like that…and as he straightened, rising above me like a glorious and murderous god, I knew he knew how he affected me. I saw it all in the mischievous glint in his eyes. He looked down at me, taking in every inch.
One knee lifted to the edge of the bed before he climbed on, then leaned down to lick my nipple. “I might just start here.”
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. “That’s averygood place to start.”
“Then move here.” He kissed the underside of my breast and moved lower, skimming the ridges of my ribs until he kissed the curve of my hip.
My pulse raced as he moved across to my abdomen, kissing me gently before he moved lower. I pressed my hand against the back of his head. If I told him now, then what…he’d push that empty feeling aside, that’s what.
Until when?
A tiny voice whispered. He moved lower, dragged his fingers up my thigh, and pushed in. I shoved the doubt and the fear aside, pulling myself back to the feel of his hands and lips and tongue as he pressed against the tip of my slit and licked deeper.
I lost myself in that, letting him carry me away the only way he knew how. He , hooked his arm underneath my knee, lifted, and sucked my core before pushing his fingers further in.
Tell him.
A moan tore free.
I almost mouthed the words, almost spilled it all, but that delicious wave of desire flooded me, driving me upwards. I gripped his jaw, pulled his mouth to mine, and kissed him. He tasted like me, salty and sweet at the same time.
I reached for his belt and yanked it free. In a frenzy, he pulled his shirt over his head and fought the button of his slacks. One shove and he pushed them down, along with his boxers. He was settled between my legs in an instant and pushed in.
Desire glistened on his lips as they curled as he surged in deep.
“Fuck…I…love…you.”He grunted.
All I felt was him.
His cock, punishing.
His need, consuming.
His child…growing.
My core clenched, stroked by the length of him rubbing that spot inside. I spread my legs further apart and clenched my ass. “I…love you too.”I cried as my orgasm hit me,.
Sparks detonated behind my eyes.
I dropped my legs, my muscles quivering, as I gave into the release. Still, my husband…myMateo,thrust once, twice, then lunged forward to brace his body above me and thrust one last time before he groaned low and guttural as he filled me with warmth.
I sucked in a hard breath as I reached up to caress his face. We’d made love hundreds of times, in every position and every second we could. Especially in those days following the attack. Still, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t anywhere near enough.
It never would be.
