Page 112 of Marry Lies
Like a real married couple.
I sit up as the realization hits, pulling my knees to my chest as Miles watches me with concern.
“You okay?” he asks gently, untucking his shirt from his pants.
Yep, untucking is just as erotic as tucking…
“Well,” I start, figuring honesty is the best course of action. “Normally when a couple starts fucking, they may go on dates, fall in love, become exclusive, and then a few years later, they get engaged and plan a wedding…” I trail off, trying to put what I’m feeling into words. “But we’re already there. We’re already married.”
He smiles as he unbuttons his shirt. Despite just finishing, something hot and heady works through me when he tugs his shirt off slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
“And it scares you because we’re doing everything backward?” he asks, taking a step closer. His long fingers deftly work the zipper of his trousers, and his lips form a lopsided smile as he tugs them down his muscled legs.
“A little,” I tell him honestly. “I mean, I never would’ve guessed…”
He walks up to me in only his black boxer briefs. I can see his erection bulging from the material, and I trail off as my cheeks heat.
“Really? Never would’ve guessed? Even after that taxi ride?” he murmurs, reaching a hand out to my chin. “I tried to stay away, Estelle. I tried to keep myself from you. But the more time I spend with you, the more I can’t remember my life without you.”
My throat sticks with emotion at his words. “And I was in denial.”
He nods. “I’m sorry. For pushing you away after the wedding. Chase said something to me, and I got spooked.”
I laugh. “You were a right arse.”
“I was. How can I make it up to you?”
“Just…be honest with me. Communicate with me. This is never going to work if we don’ttalklike an actual, married couple.”
His brows furrow slightly as his throat bobs. “Okay.”
“No more secrets?” I whisper, loving the feel of his rough thumb and index finger against the skin of my chin.
His happy facade falls for just a split second. “Okay,” he answers.
He drops his hand, removes his boxers, and climbs into bed with me.
“Are we going to sleep?” I ask, hoping my voice doesn’t give me away. Instead of answering me, he pushes me onto my back and climbs on top of me.
“Do you want to go to sleep right now, butterfly?”
I shake my head.
“Good. Me either. In fact, I think I want to do this a few times before sleeping.”
Every place he’s touching me turns molten. “Yes,” I agree.
He buries his face into my neck, sucking and nibbling my sensitive skin. I arch my back underneath him, realizing that, besides skinny dipping earlier, this is the first time we’re naked together.
“May I?” he asks, his face inches from mine.
I don’t say anything right away. I just stare up into his green eyes, our eyes meeting for a few heart-stopping seconds.
“May you what?” I ask, a smile playing on my lips.
“May I fuck my wife? Properly, I mean?”
I giggle. “Does the other night not count?”
