Always (Family Justice Book 1) by Suzanne Halliday Page B

She wasn’t entirely sure which of them was the most desperate one as the kiss rocketed further and further out of control. Feeding her desire for his taste, Meghan let the carnality of the kiss sweep her away. Mmmmmm.
    He let go of her hands, which immediately moved to clutch at his head. The feel of the slightly shaggy hair soft against her fingers brought her slowly back to earth. She sensed his reluctance to let her end the kiss, but he did.
    “Tongue fuck, hm mmm ?” she teased softly. “Might be something we have to add to our vows. Love, honor, obey, and tongue fuck.”
    Alex growled and pushed his hips into her. “Damn straight. Sounds perfectly fine to me.” He fisted her braid and yanked her head back. “Especially the obey part.”
    Feeling mischievous she smirked, “Why, sir. I believe obey is a two-way street.”
    Meghan moved her hands to his waist, so when she felt him shift his stance, it reminded her what she was supposed to be doing. The stress from Drae and Tori behaving strangely, having family visiting in the compound, planning a wedding, and just generally being Big Daddy to so many people was grinding away at him, and she couldn’t have that.
    Sliding deftly from his grasp, she went to a side table and started fussing with a bottle of massage oil as she told him, “Okay, Major. You know the drill. Naked. Empty bladder. Face down, sheet draped over your, uh…over your backside.”
    “Meghan,” he groaned. She loved that sound. Ever since her jubilant return from Boston, they had been living a sensual, erotic indulgence of the senses morning, noon, and night. It was a heady time. They’d been apart most of the day with her taking care of Villa details while he made the airport run to pick up Tori’s mother. After that, he’d been sucked into some Justice business. The tension in Alex’s voice told her of his need.
    Viewing him through shuttered eyes, she flipped open the cap of a bottle of oil and inhaled deep. Mmmm . Just a hint of warm amber. It was her favorite scent and what the velvety liquid did to his skin was hot and sexy. Walking toward him with a rolling sway, she held out the bottle for him to smell.
    It was a sensory trigger, one that hit him broadside. She saw it in his eyes when the amber scent reached his nose. Now she had his attention.
    Stepping back, she hastily admired his bare chest one more time then rocked him with an ‘I’m in control here—do as you’re told’ attitude. “You. Naked. Now.”
    Okay, then. That certainly got him moving. She had to remember that tone and work on perfecting it. Sort of her hard-ass mistress voice. Not that she’d get many opportunities to use it. Alex was such a complete dominant in the bedroom. He took that lord-and-master shit to an eleven, and she loved every second of it.
    The old saying, Happy Wife—Happy Life only told part of their love story. For her, the happy wife part depended entirely on how thoroughly her hunky Major had been loved. Their saying would have to be—well-fucked husband, satisfied and happy wife then hell yeah, a happy life.
    Her eyes lit up with female appreciation when he sauntered completely naked from the en suite. Holy fuck . He was just so friggin’ big. Everywhere. Big chest, big arms, big thighs, big, uh… yeah . That was big, too. And right now it was fully erect and jutting from his body in a way that was impossible to ignore. He just stood there and let her drink him in. The man was 110 proof intoxicating.
    Slowly raising her eyes to his, she enjoyed the way he carried his pride, completely unashamed by his nudity and clearly reveling in her response.
    “Major. I love your cock,” she murmured, licking her lips for naughty emphasis.
    He smirked at her and chuckled. “I thought you said this was just a massage and nothing else.”
    Pointing at the table, she held up a sheet to drape over his hips once he was facedown and primly told him, “It was a therapeutic assessment, sir. Plus, I