Page 87 of The Marriage Deal
Modest or no, the image of her is burned onto the back of my retinas. It’ll remain there for the rest of my God given days, no doubt.
Tonight’s nighty is a pink so soft one could mistakeit for white. It’s also fairly translucent, though I’m not sure she knows that.
I set the temperature of the shower, needing release before I climb into the bed I share with the woman—my soon to be wife—who doesn’t want to fuck me.
A woman I promised I wouldn’t touch until she asked me to touch her.
I want her to ask. I want her to beg and plead.
“Christ,” I breathe.
My balls are hot and heavy, my length so hard it pulses with every beat of my heart. I’ve never ached to be inside a woman the way I ache to be inside Lilah. Never wanted to bury my face in her hair, my lips in her throat. Never wanted to lose all sense of the world around me as I lose myself inside her.
I don’t understand how she’s the woman to finally do this to me. How she’s the one to finally and completely command all the emotions I don’t want to feel.
I step into the shower as I imagine her in my bed in that nighty. The outline of her curves seared into my mind when I close my eyes, running my hand down my shaft. Her breasts are swollen and heavy, her hips flared into the slope of thick thighs and a killer waist.
I lean my head back as I hiss between my teeth, imagining what it might be like to part those thighs. To taste her. To hear her scream.
I explode fast and hard, biting back a curse.
It’s not enough, but the edge is curbed. For now.
I wash, brush my teeth and slide into a pair of boxers. It’s weird to sleep in clothes, but I’m realizing there’s not a whole lot I won’t do for the little woman in my bed. The tiny lunatic I’m steadily realizing has stolen my heart.
Now I just have to find a way to ensure that I steal hers in return. Fair play and all that.
I step past Senior, already asleep on his bed. Lilah turns to face me as I pull back the blankets beside her.
“Do you think we can sleep with the patio doors open?”
I feel my lips quirk. “You waiting for the storm?”
She nods into her pillow, looking cute as sin. When I first arrived, I’d thought the patio off the master bedroom was silly. Now, I think it’s brilliant.
Pivoting, I push open the curtains and pull open the French doors. A gust of wet heat spills into the room. The scent of rain is stronger now than it had been when we’d been sitting on the back deck. Lightning arcs in the sky now, too. A crack of thunder echoes in the room, ricocheting off the walls.
Lilah falls back against her pillow, loosing a sigh that I feel in my dick.
But it’s when she stretches her hands over her head, her breasts pushing against the pale fabric of her nighty and a flash of lightning illuminates her that I know it’s going to be a fucking brutal night.
“I love storms.” Her voice is husky and thick withsleep and fascination as her eyes fix on the sky beyond the open doors.
A grunted “Mmm” is all I can manage as I lower into the bed beside her. I’m rock hard again, aching with need just as strong as before my shower.
My phone chimes with an alert letting me know Mom has returned home. Senior stands beside his bed, giving a lowwhoof. I’m sure Spook, who hurried to curl upinSenior’s bed is still curled up without a care.
“It’s okay, boy. It’s just grandma,” Lilah coos, and the sound of her calling my mom grandma in any capacity at all has an image of her holding my child in her arms.
I wonder what she’d look like pregnant. Beautiful, no doubt.
Another crack of thunder rattles the house as I shove my hands into my hair. I pray she doesn’t notice the bulge under the covers.
Lilah settles back in the bed beside me when Senior lays back down at the foot. Only this time, she’s on her side facing me. Her scent is strong. It’s like fresh cut blooms live under her skin. A goddess of the earth sent to tempt me.
She says in that husky voice, “I love that your room has a deck with those big doors. And that it’s high enough you don’t have to worry about sleeping with them open.”
I love that she smells like life. I manage a gruff, “Yeah.”
