Page 98 of Pucking My Grumpy Accidental Husband
"Is that what I am? Your book boyfriend?" I back her toward the living room, toward those floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city where we fell in love and fought for our right to stay that way.
"You're my everything," she whispers, and the simple honesty of it hits me like a check to the chest. "My book boyfriend, my real boyfriend, my accidental husband, my partner in all the best kinds of crime."
I pin her against the glass, the city lights creating a backdrop of stars behind her. "Your what else?" I murmur against her ear, my hands already working on the buttons of her blouse.
"My future," she gasps as I suck on that spot just below her ear that makes her knees weak. "My choice. My—oh fuck, Dax—my everything."
"That's what I like to hear." I pull back to look at her, framed against the Chicago skyline like she belongs there, like she's always belonged there. "Tell me what else you want, baby."
"I want you to fuck me against this window," she says without hesitation, her eyes dark with want. "I want the whole city to know you chose me."
"Christ, Tessa." My control snaps completely. I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I press her back against the glass. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"Show me," she demands, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls my mouth to hers.
The kiss is desperate, hungry, full of everything we've fought for and everything we're about to risk. I can taste the wine on her tongue, feel the rapid beat of her heart against my chest. My hands slide up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher as I grind against her.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I growl against her lips, my fingers finding the edge of her panties. "So wet for me already."
"Always," she pants, her head falling back against the window as I trace the seam of her through the thin lace. "Always wet for you."
I tear the delicate fabric aside, my fingers sliding through her slick folds. She's burning hot and soaking wet, and when I circle her clit with my thumb, she cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"That's it, baby," I murmur, working her with steady pressure while I suck marks into her throat. "Let the whole fucking city hear how good I make you feel."
"Dax, please," she whimpers, rolling her hips against my hand. "I need more. I need you inside me."
"Not yet." I slide two fingers deep inside her, feeling her walls clench around me. "First, I want to watch you come apart for me. Right here against this window, where anyone could see how beautiful you look when you lose control."
She's already close, her breathing ragged as I work her with my fingers and thumb. I can feel her getting tighter, her thighs trembling around my waist.
"Come on, Tessa," I command, my voice rough with desire. "Show me how much you want this. How much you want me."
Her orgasm hits her like lightning, her back arching as she screams my name. I feel her pulse around my fingers, see the way her eyes roll back in pure ecstasy, and I know I'll never get tired of watching her fall apart in my arms.
"Beautiful," I breathe, slowly withdrawing my fingers. "So fucking beautiful when you come for me."
Before she can catch her breath, I'm carrying her to the couch, laying her down on the soft leather while I strip off my shirt. Her eyes are dark and hungry as she watches me, her lips swollen from our kissing.
"My turn," she says, sitting up to work on my belt. "I want to taste you."
"Fuck yes," I groan as she frees my cock, already hard and aching for her. "But first, let me worship this perfect body."
I push her back down, trailing kisses from her throat to her breasts. I take my time with each nipple, sucking and biting until she's writhing beneath me. Her hands are in my hair, holding me against her as soft moans escape her lips.
"You're so responsive," I murmur against her skin. "Every touch, every kiss—you feel everything so deeply."
"Only with you," she gasps as I kiss my way down her stomach. "Only ever with you."
When I settle between her thighs, she's already glistening with arousal. I start slow, teasing her with gentle licks and kisses, savoring the way she tastes—sweet and musky and completely addictive.
"Oh God, Dax," she moans, her hips lifting toward my mouth. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I work her with my tongue, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her clit. When I slide two fingers back inside her, she practically levitates off the couch.
"Right there," she pants, her thighs trembling around my head. "Right fucking there."
I can feel her getting close again, her walls tightening around my fingers. I increase the pressure, sucking her clit into my mouth while I pump my fingers faster.
