Page 41 of I Replaced His Husband
"Okay," he murmured, his lips finding my neck.
I turned my head to the side, giving him better access to my gland. I loved when he paid attention to it, it let me drift off, let everything else fall away.
This time, his kisses and touches felt different from yesterday. Softer. Slower. Gentler. He didn’t start with his cheesy, though somewhat cute, dirty talk either. He just kept that tenderness going… and again, it annoyed me. But at the same time, strangely, it was exactly what I needed. I didn’t want him to just fuck me. I wanted to feel something. I wanted to be satisfied, not just a body to use.
Rain must’ve picked up on that, because he responded perfectly. As he unhurriedly leaned over me, I shamelessly and eagerly spread my thighs for him. Soon his fingers found my entrance and massaged it for a while; then he lay on top of me and started slipping in with slow, rhythmic thrusts, keeping me close and holding me tight.
His lips brushed against my cheek, my forehead, my temples. That tenderness felt like it might kill me, kill me with anger that he wasn’t Maurice, and kill me with happiness that someone still touched me wonderfully like this.
When I closed my eyes, it almost felt like being with Maurice again. I felt wanted. Cherished. Maybe even loved. That illusion only held as long as I kept my eyes shut tight, so I made sure not to open them. Not once. From start to finish.
RAIN
That evening, after I had sex with Kay, he let me lie on top of him with my head resting on his neck. We didn’t say anything, of course. The no-chitchat rule was still in effect. But just being there… it was nice. My face was so close to his smooth skin, I couldn’t help kissing his cheek every now and then, and he seemed to tolerate it patiently. I was also absentmindedly tracing little circles on his chest, and he didn’t stop me either. This strange kind of silent intimacy was all we had for now, but it wasn’t bad.
Kay’s state of mind, as far as I could tell, was a mix of drowsiness and deliberately buried emotions, like he’d just decided,no thinking allowed.
Eventually, my half-hour was up, so I untangled myself from his arms and slipped out of the room to take a shower. About thirty minutes later, I came back with a little snack for him. It was this goofy dessert my omega dad used to make for me when I was a kid. He'd slice up tangerines and bananas really thin and neat, and drizzle them with a bit of honey. I used to loveit, even though my brothers always rolled their eyes at it. In a wave of nostalgia, I made it for Kay.
When I walked in, he was just coming out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I didn’t get to see him standing all that often, so I was caught off guard again by how tall he was. His body was lean and sculpted, reminding me of his modeling days.
"I made you a little snack," I said. "Something my dad used to whip up when I wanted something sweet but still kind of healthy."
His eyes dropped to the tray, staring at the vaguely orange, mushy pile sitting there. It definitely didn’t look gourmet. Still, he took the tray and muttered, "Thanks."
I had no idea what to do after that, so I just sat on the floor beside his bed, watching him. His hair was tied up in a quick, messy bun at the back of his head, damp strands still falling onto his neck where my hickeys showed.
His skin was pale and pearly, and I could smell his shower gel on him. While he ate, I watched his full, cherry-red lips. A few drops of tangerine juice slid down his chin, and some landed on his chest, right by those swollen nipples. Telling him he was beautiful felt almost pointless at this point, his beauty was like the blue sky or the sun, just always there.
As he ate, his eyes stayed fixed on the plate, and I could tell he actually liked my mushy dessert. He scarfed it down pretty fast. When I got up to take the tray back, he opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, then closed it, then tried again.
"Thanks. I appreciate it."
I could see how hard it was for him to get those words out, like there was some tight string inside him ready to snap, and he was fighting to keep it from breaking.
"I’m glad I can do something for you. I love cooking for you."
And that did it.
"Stop. Stop it, Rain."
His eyes were darker now, and his fists clenched. There was this intense, almost painful energy rolling off him.
"We’re not in a relationship. You’re not obligated to do anything for me."
"But I want to," I said lightly, like it was no big deal.
Kay didn’t let it go that easily.
"That makes me uncomfortable, you get that?"
I swallowed hard and hesitated. Part of me was glad we were even talking, even if it was like this, but I could tell he was at his limit. I knew better than to let it sound like anything romantic. I needed to downplay it.
"It shouldn’t. I’m an alpha. It’s in my nature to protect and take care of pregnant omegas. It’s just how I’m wired."
That was a smart move. He snorted.
"Good. If it’s just instinct. I don’t want to feel like I owe you something, or like I’m being pushed into anything I’m not ready for." His voice came out bitter, slicing through the space between us. It felt like we were right back where we started.
