Lust cut a path through my veins and knotted in my stomach.
Shea stared down at me like the temptress she was.
An angel.
A goddess.
Slipping my hands beneath the sheet, I ran them up the outside of her legs, chasing the tremors that rolled beneath the surface of her skin. Palpable and alive. Slipping from her and sinking into me.
I sucked in a breath and cupped her ass, pulling her forward in the same second I pressed my nose to her silk-covered sex.
Closing my eyes, I inhaled, relished in her heat and desire while my girl gasped, that sweet, seductive sound spurring me on.
Meeting her eyes, I slowly parted the sheet and revealed smooth, honeyed skin. I gave it a firm tug and pulled it free. Fabric floated to the floor.
And there she stood with me kneeling at her feet, my hands on the outside of her thighs.
A vision.
Dark.
Light.
Heavy.
Soft.
Fucking perfect.
My wife.
“So fucking beautiful, Shea. Every inch of you. Got the best everything. Now I’m gonna spend the rest of my life cherishing it. Adoring it. Adoring you.”
Protecting you and loving you and giving it all.
Would lie, steal, and defeat.
Kill.
Die.
Anything it took, just as long as this girl lived the life she deserved.
Wrapping my hands farther around to the backs of her thighs, I spread her, just enough to gain room to press my tongue to her clit.
Fuck. Would never grow tired of the way she tasted.
Ripples of pleasure shook through her, and I delved a little deeper, running my tongue through her slick flesh. Her hands fell back to grasp the counter, perfect round tits jutting forward as her head rocked back.
“Sebastian.”
My chest tightened with my name begging from her mouth, and I spread her more. Gave and took, fingers pushing into the well of her tight, hot body, mouth sucking and licking and feeding on that sweet spot that had her writhing, desire running wild.
“Please,” she whimpered, and I knew she was already close, gaining speed, a flutter of her walls and a quiver of her thighs.
“I know, baby, I know. I’ve got you.”
I’ve got you.
Shea broke and her entire body convulsed when her orgasm came with a vengeance. Fingers ripped fistfuls of my hair, and God, if I didn’t love that, too. Loved it rough, loved it when Shea gave just as good as she got. Those pricks of pain sent chills skating down my spine.
Lust.
Flames licking my insides.
Dick so fucking stiff it was hard to breathe.
I rode it with her, continuing to lave her with soft sucks and deep pulls, as I drew out every last ounce of pleasure I could. Her fucking insane body trembled and shook around me, before my girl slumped back, breaths panting and searching for air she couldn’t seem to find.
I pushed to my feet and dug greedy fingers into her hips, quickly hoisting her onto the edge of the counter.
A throaty sound rumbled from her when I ran my hands up and down the backside of her thighs, her hands propped back on the counter to hold her weight.
Shea gave me a look that was pure and utter destruction. This girl so damned sexy laid out under the bathroom lights, all aglow, flushed with remnants of pleasure still rippling through her body. But her expression promised she was ready for so much more.
Trouble.
Trouble.
Trouble.
This girl was gonna be the end of me.
Grasping her by the knees, I spread her wide. My lips latched onto the sensitive skin at the inside of her thigh, the intense urge to mark her taking over as I let my itching fingers go trailing back through her perfect pink *.
Shea whimpered and writhed as I sucked at her flesh while my fingers staked their claim.
“So fucking wet,” I groaned, pressing my cheek to the spot where I’d just left my brand, and she jerked when I ran my stubble all the way up the inside of her thigh.
Damn it all if I wasn’t dying for another taste.