Gods, what a day.
“There we go,” Adam whispered, picking her up in his arms and depositing her back in the middle of the bed. His big, warm body came over her and she opened her eyes to find him staring back at her. “Better?”
She nodded, still dazed. Her limbs lay forgotten, floppy and listless.
“Good.” He parted her legs with one of his own and she took the hint, making room for him between her thighs. Right where she wanted him to be. His gaze never wavered as he reached down, fitted his cock to her and pushed. Her * clenched at him greedily.
“Hmm, yes.” Louise wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down until his chest hair brushed against her breasts. The hard heat of him inside her felt perfect. The way he filled her and stretched her exactly right. His scent covered her—soap and clean male sweat. She wanted to wrap herself around him and soak him up.
And there was the musky smell of her cum on his face. He didn’t mind getting dirty with her, a fact that filled her with glee. Such a beautiful man, her husband.
He moved slowly, surely, the thrust and retreat of his body inside hers gradually bringing her back to life. Sensation spread through her like liquid heat racing through her veins. All the while he stared into her face, watching her every reaction. It was as if he were studying her. Gauging what stroke of his talented cock had her catching her breath and writhing beneath him. Then he would do it again, and again, gazing at her all the while. Helplessly, she stared back at him. Caught up in whatever built between them. Unable to fight it even if she wanted to.
“Princess, play with your clit for me. Make yourself come.”
“I don’t know if I can again so soon.”
“Shhh. Just try for me.”
With a jerky nod, she fumbled her hand down her body. Her slick clit felt hard and ready. Adam’s body bumped her hand, adding to the pressure.
“Good girl.”
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, voice breathy and weak.
“I won’t. You can trust me.”
He didn’t stop. Her body tightened, tensed, as she came again with her fingers sliding over her clit. Adam snarled and hammered into her, over and over. He clutched at her as he came with his face buried against her neck.
When he rolled to the side he took her with him, keeping their sweat-covered bodies tight against each other, guarding her against the chill in the air. Eventually, Adam pulled the blanket up to cover them and nestled her in against him. It took a long time for her head to stop spinning. The noise in her heart wouldn’t quit.
“Adam?”
“Mmm?”
She took a deep breath and held it, busy trying to find the right words. Her mind was a mess.
“What is it?” He rolled her onto her back and loomed over her, eyes serious.
“What happened last night?”
“Well, I was trying to figure out what was best.”
“For you.”
“No.” He shook his head, brows drawn tight. “For us. I only want what’s best for us, Louise. Always.”
Her hands cupped his face, the stubble on his jaw prickling her skin. “That doesn’t work, Adam. You making the choices. It can’t work.”
He said nothing at first. Lay back down, drawing her back in against him, her head cushioned on his biceps. “We’re going to have to trust each other.”
“Yes, but trust takes time.”
He made a noise. It could have meant anything or nothing at all. Annoying man.
“Adam, I’m kind of crazy about you. But you…” She hesitated again, not knowing how to tell him what was filling her head. Her heart. The alcohol had loosened her tongue and it was all there, ready to pour out of her. A torrent of emotion. She should be careful not to drown him.
“But I what?” he prodded.
“Look. Just…don’t disappear on me again. Stay with me. Whatever’s going on, we’ll handle it together. Okay?”
Her husband pulled her in tight against him. Held her so hard her ribs creaked, but she didn’t protest.
“Okay,” he said, his mouth warm against her ear. “I swear.”
Chapter Seven
Day Seven
Adam left his wife sleeping in bed, crept out before she woke. But not in the usual avoiding her, doom-and-gloom disappearing trick. On the bedside table he left a box of aspirin tied with a bow and next to it a glass of water. Sure, the bow was a shoelace, but she would understand. They were okay. And they were going to stay that way.
Whatever Louise was keeping hidden, he would find out about it and deal with it. Keep her safe.
They might have only been together for a week, but he knew his wife. She was a good person. Whatever skeletons lurked in her closet couldn’t begin to stack up against his.