“Louise,” he said, and she pulled closer. Arms twined about his neck and her breath was warm on his face. Her dark eyes were huge. He could have fallen straight into them. She had to be some sort of hypnotist, his wife. A voodoo priestess.
“You know, I think I prefer ‘princess’.”
“Princess it is.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist and he filled his hands with her, pulling her close and kissing her as he had needed to for hours. Not stopping ’til they were both panting and her mouth was even more wet and swollen. He lifted and she squirmed and his cock found her, pushing deep into the heat of her body.
A perfect fucking fit. She’d been made for him. Any remaining blood in his brain left in a blazing rush. “Damn it.”
Her teeth gnawed at his jawline and her heels drummed his ass, a little demanding, which he liked a lot. “Fuck me, Adam.”
“Yes.” And he did.
He set a steady pace, thrusting into her with an arm anchoring them to the shoreline and his toes digging into the soft sand on the bottom of the pool. Fingers dug into his back and her * clutched at him as she did her part, pushing back onto his cock with soft grunts, taking all of him. His breath stopped, caught in his chest, and his balls drew up to his body.
It wouldn’t be long but he wouldn’t go alone. Not this time.
Adam grabbed her waist and changed his angle, enough to rub against her clit and hit her sweet spot. The startled noise from her confirmed it. Again and again he thrust into her. When her knees dug into his ribs and her cunt clamped down on him, he didn’t stand a chance. He was helpless against her, defenseless. He came and came until there was nothing left in him.
Adam held her to him in the water, enjoying the serenity, the post-come floating, mental and physical both. Loath as usual to break contact. Things were much simpler when they were naked together.
“Princess?”
“Yeah?”
“I love your body.”
The muscles in her arms and legs flexed and she snuggled in closer. “I love yours too—all lean and hard.”
“And I will never break your confidence again,” he continued.
His wife leaned back and her dark eyes searched his face. The moment felt charged with meaning—acceptance or rejection? He needed her trust. He wanted it. She made him wait for it for one hell of a long moment.
“I believe you,” she said finally.
Thank fuck.
“Good,” he said.
Chapter Five
Day Five
Louise came awake with a start. Someone sat a hand’s breadth from her face. They’d found her. She strangled a shriek and slapped a hand against a hard chest, adrenaline surging through her system like flood waters. Fight or flight. This was it. Oh no.
“Hi.” Her husband frowned and calmly covered her hand with his own, nonplussed by her over-reaction. “I’ve been thinking.”
“Adam!” The gods damn heart attack kept right on in her chest. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Mmm?”
Her name was Louise and she was married. Married to this man, Adam Elliot.
Fuck a duck. Okay. Everything’s fine.
Apparently he had been lying there, nose to nose with her, watching while she slept. Which might have been kind of cute but he had scared the almighty crap out of her. Her ribs hurt and her throat stung from the pre-emptive heart attack.
“Great. You’ve been thinking.” Her breathing gradually slowed and her heart rate eased. Who knew how many years he’d taken off her life? “What about?”
“What we should do today.” He scooted closer and his hard-on nudged her in the thigh.
“Bet I can guess.”
Adam’s eyes crinkled and he rubbed his thumb across her knuckles. “There’s that too. But I was thinking I could take you top-side—we could go and see the lights. There’s a good vantage point about an hour away.”
“What? Wait.” She freed her hand and sat up, rubbing her sleep-heavy head. “I’ve promised to do some jobs in the garden today.”
His dark brows pulled tight and he sat up too. “I’ve got today off, remember?”
“Yes, but you only told me last night,” she said. “Adam, if you’d given me some notice I would have kept it free.”
“You can go down to the gardens anytime.”
“But I promised to be there today.”
“You’re serious about this?”
“Yes. I am.”
The door com chimed and she slid from the bed, wrapped herself in her robe while her husband scowled at her. A lot like a spoiled child.
“How long will these jobs take?” he asked, with a definite hard edge to his voice, a snarly one. Which shouldn’t have been hot in the least, but he was buck-ass naked, the cheat.
“Five to six hours, normally. They’re really low on staff right now, Adam. I’m not going to leave them in the lurch. Especially not when I gave my word.”
She swiped her hand across the sensor. A fine-looking, straight-standing man waited at the door in a black company uniform. His brown hair had been neatly combed. She shoved a hand through her own and hoped for the best. Maybe she should have made Adam answer the door.