FindingRelease by Debra Smith Page B

of their greeting was designed to suppress
his raging cock. But when her scent reached his nose, all he could think about
was burying himself balls-deep in her sweet little pussy.
    He needed to be careful. She wasn’t that type of girl. Fuck,
she’d been a virgin when they married. Pure white snow and he was the devil,
desperate to soil her. So instead he fought his desires. Painfully, sometimes,
he went slow and did his best not to harm the best thing in his life.
    Beautiful. His gaze burned a route over her body, silently
marking her, claiming her. She didn’t have a clue about the way she affected
him. Her curves were generous, the way a woman should be. Her soft form molded
to his every time they touched. Perfection, a lock and key made only for each
other.
    His cock twitched, reminding him of just how well they fit
together. Her jeans hugged her ass while she bent over, searching for wine. He
tried to bite back his groan of frustration but in vain. Waves of chestnut-colored
hair fell to one side of her shoulder as she investigated the noise.
    His hand tried to reform the shape of his stainless steel
fork. The innocent but seductive way she looked at him brought his control to
the brink. Almost ten years with her. Light-green eyes seemed to search his
face, coming up empty. Then when he asked her what new thing they would
try, her face turned red. His lips twitched as he fought his amusement.
    “I thought we could try something different in the bedroom.”
    His eyebrow rose in silent question. He tried to speak
smoothly but the words came out dry and gravelly, almost a growl. “Really, like
what?”
    She finished the small amount of ruby liquid in her glass
and nodded toward the box. “Go ahead and open it.”
    Trying to fake disinterest, he slowly reached for the box.
He used his pocketknife, slid the tip into the tape and removed the rest with a
pull. Pushing the tissue paper to the side, his eyes widened.
    Holy shit. Lifting one of the contents, he found it
was not what he expected. He fought his body’s urges. His angel wanted him to
use these things on her. He swallowed, trying to renew some form of moisture in
his parched mouth. She must have taken his silence for rejection because she
started to cry.
    “Eva, baby, don’t cry.”
    Moving in front of her, he pulled her into his body,
offering her comfort. “Whatever you need, you know I will give you. Is this
what you really want?”
    She nodded against his chest and mumbled something he
couldn’t quite make out.
    “I can’t hear you. What was that?”
    Between sobs she managed, “I think there is something wrong
with me. I can’t come when we have sex. I think I’m broken.”
    His muscles coiled with tension, anger and fear, readying
for the unknown danger before them. Primal instincts surged to the surface,
building his need to protect. Broken. If she even considered herself to
be the problem, he’d failed her. He did his best to mask the anger and hurt
that she kept this secret from him for so long, but she was brave for telling
him. After all, he wasn’t above a challenge.
    “Shh… We’ll figure it out.”
    After gazing up with glistening eyes that seemed to shine
with hope, she dipped her chin in silent agreement. He held her for minutes,
hours, he wasn’t sure. She stepped away and her gaze locked onto the box and its
contents.
    “I’m going to shower, then we will see what we can do about
fixing this.” Lifting her chin with the tip of his finger, he lavished her
mouth with soft caresses and deep strokes, both meant to reassure and heat her
body. He captured her escaping moan, which was almost a thank-you. He would fix
this, no matter what.
    Stepping away from her warmth, he asked, “Are you ready or
is there something else you need to do to prepare?”
    “Oh I’m ready. I promise.”

Chapter Three
     
    Eva continued to stare at the closed door of their bedroom.
The sound of the shower pulsed in the silence of her home. Her body