pleasure making his skin tight, and he slid his fingers into her thick, silky hair, holding her to him.
When was the last time they kissed like this? He couldn’t remember. All he knew was he could devour her. Kiss her for hours. Touch her everywhere. Slowly strip off her clothes…
“Sorry.” He broke away from her still seeking lips, feeling like an ass. “We’ve gone too far.”
“What? Are you serious?” The teasing smile curving her lips would be the death of him. He knew it. “We aren’t teenagers with curfews, Vince. You’re my husband. You can do with me what you wish.”
If that wasn’t a bold invitation… “You’re still in recovery, Amber. I can’t push too hard. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m not dead.” She slid closer to him, pressing her cheek to his so her lips rested just beside his ear. “I want you. It’s been too long since I’ve felt you inside me.”
If she only knew the truth to that statement. They hadn’t been together in months. And her words of promise, the way she moved against him, the honey sweet taste of her still on his lips…it was taking everything within him not to jump her. Take her back to their new bedroom and christen that giant king-sized bed properly.
“Amber,” he said warningly, but it was no use. His persistent wife was now nibbling on his ear.
And she knew how much he loved that. What it did to him. Such a dirty trick.
“If you’re afraid you’ll hurt me, don’t be.” She nipped his earlobe, and a low hum that he couldn’t hold back escaped him. “I know you’ll be gentle this time. We can take it slow. Can’t we?”
He wanted to. God knew how badly he missed having her beneath him, naked and willing. But it would kill him if he hurt her. He’d never forgive himself. And what if he couldn’t control himself? Her body, the way she responded to his every touch and kiss had always been his weakness. The first time they met she’d flashed that wicked smile at him and he’d been done. Dead.
They’d moved fast. One minute they were flirting, the next, they were kissing. And then…he got her into his bed.
He never let her out of his life after that. Sexually, they were combustible.
Could he hold himself back if he had her naked in his bed? He wasn’t sure.
And he hated that he doubted himself.
“What if you just make me come?” she suggested hopefully, making him laugh. “Don’t laugh, I’m serious. I’m all amped up, having you next to me. I can smell you. Feel you.” She nuzzled her nose against his cheek, and he pulled away so he could study her.
“How do you think I feel? This is torturing me too, you know,” he said, meeting her gaze.
The triumphant smile told him she knew she had him. “Finally, the ice man cracks. I was starting to think you’d turned into a nun.”
“I’m insulted,” he murmured.
Amber laughed. “Fine. A priest, then. Did you take your vows, Vince? Have you given up on our marriage and become a man of God?”
“Now you flat out mock me,” he said on a growl.
“I can’t help it.” Her tinkling laughter taunted him further. And aroused him almost past his breaking point. “I’ve wondered since the accident, what happened to my husband. He’s been replaced with a stranger, I swear.”
That was it. He’d had enough. Standing, he brought her up with him as he cradled her in his arms and held her close. A soft gasp escaped her and she hooked her good arm around his neck to anchor herself. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to our new bedroom and showing you exactly where your husband is.” He jostled her in his arms, giving her a little bounce but still being careful. Maybe he knew his limits after all.
“Really? Where is he?” She trailed sweet, hot kisses along his jaw as he strode through the living room and down the hall, entering the giant master bedroom.
“He’s right here. And he’s about to give you exactly what you want,” he said as he set her on her
When was the last time they kissed like this? He couldn’t remember. All he knew was he could devour her. Kiss her for hours. Touch her everywhere. Slowly strip off her clothes…
“Sorry.” He broke away from her still seeking lips, feeling like an ass. “We’ve gone too far.”
“What? Are you serious?” The teasing smile curving her lips would be the death of him. He knew it. “We aren’t teenagers with curfews, Vince. You’re my husband. You can do with me what you wish.”
If that wasn’t a bold invitation… “You’re still in recovery, Amber. I can’t push too hard. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m not dead.” She slid closer to him, pressing her cheek to his so her lips rested just beside his ear. “I want you. It’s been too long since I’ve felt you inside me.”
If she only knew the truth to that statement. They hadn’t been together in months. And her words of promise, the way she moved against him, the honey sweet taste of her still on his lips…it was taking everything within him not to jump her. Take her back to their new bedroom and christen that giant king-sized bed properly.
“Amber,” he said warningly, but it was no use. His persistent wife was now nibbling on his ear.
And she knew how much he loved that. What it did to him. Such a dirty trick.
“If you’re afraid you’ll hurt me, don’t be.” She nipped his earlobe, and a low hum that he couldn’t hold back escaped him. “I know you’ll be gentle this time. We can take it slow. Can’t we?”
He wanted to. God knew how badly he missed having her beneath him, naked and willing. But it would kill him if he hurt her. He’d never forgive himself. And what if he couldn’t control himself? Her body, the way she responded to his every touch and kiss had always been his weakness. The first time they met she’d flashed that wicked smile at him and he’d been done. Dead.
They’d moved fast. One minute they were flirting, the next, they were kissing. And then…he got her into his bed.
He never let her out of his life after that. Sexually, they were combustible.
Could he hold himself back if he had her naked in his bed? He wasn’t sure.
And he hated that he doubted himself.
“What if you just make me come?” she suggested hopefully, making him laugh. “Don’t laugh, I’m serious. I’m all amped up, having you next to me. I can smell you. Feel you.” She nuzzled her nose against his cheek, and he pulled away so he could study her.
“How do you think I feel? This is torturing me too, you know,” he said, meeting her gaze.
The triumphant smile told him she knew she had him. “Finally, the ice man cracks. I was starting to think you’d turned into a nun.”
“I’m insulted,” he murmured.
Amber laughed. “Fine. A priest, then. Did you take your vows, Vince? Have you given up on our marriage and become a man of God?”
“Now you flat out mock me,” he said on a growl.
“I can’t help it.” Her tinkling laughter taunted him further. And aroused him almost past his breaking point. “I’ve wondered since the accident, what happened to my husband. He’s been replaced with a stranger, I swear.”
That was it. He’d had enough. Standing, he brought her up with him as he cradled her in his arms and held her close. A soft gasp escaped her and she hooked her good arm around his neck to anchor herself. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to our new bedroom and showing you exactly where your husband is.” He jostled her in his arms, giving her a little bounce but still being careful. Maybe he knew his limits after all.
“Really? Where is he?” She trailed sweet, hot kisses along his jaw as he strode through the living room and down the hall, entering the giant master bedroom.
“He’s right here. And he’s about to give you exactly what you want,” he said as he set her on her
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