She couldn’t catch her breath. He filled her thick and hard and long and there wasn’t room for anything but his body and the pleasure he drew from hers. Gripping her hip with one hand, he took over, setting the pace and driving her on and his body surged in to her. He reached between them, touching the spot where their bodies joined and dragging her slick arousal over her aching clit. With his fingers and cock, he played her body like an instrument he’d mastered, winding her higher and higher until she couldn’t see or feel anything but him.
Her body tightened around him as the climax rolled over her in waves. His fingers dug into her hips as his punishing strokes became more erratic, drawing out every last bit of her orgasm. And then they were coming together, falling into each other as the pure, complete pleasure of their joined bodies rolled through them.
Three
LUKE TOOK A SWALLOW OF his Kona coffee and watched the waves crash against the rocky beach. He was going to have to give his PA a bonus. Colin had outdone himself finding this place on such short notice. The minimalist design of the beach house hanging on the side of the cliff made nature the focus. The glass-meets-glass sections of wall showcased the lush vegetation and the ocean just beyond. He couldn’t wait to show Claire. It had been too dark when they arrived to see the power and beauty of the water right outside the glass doors.
Despite how much he wanted to roll over and slide into her sweet body, he’d slipped out of bed without waking her. She’d blown him away, waking him with her mouth and her willingness while they were on the plane, but he knew how tired she was. He wouldn’t be the one to cut short her sleep. Even with the extra sleep on the plane, he was still on East Coast time, as was most of his business. Settling deeper into the deck chair, he pulled out his tablet and thumbed through his never ending stack of emails, answering what he needed to and shuttling requests to the appropriate departments. By the time he heard the glass door slide open behind him, the sun had risen completely over the water, and he’d managed to whittle his inbox down to a more reasonable—or rather, less insane—size.
“You’re awake.” He turned in his chair to see a sleepy-eyed Claire staring breathlessly at the view.
“Thanks for letting me sleep.” She let her hand rest on his shoulder and he reached up to catch her fingers with his. He brushed a kiss over her knuckles before he tugged her around to the front of the chair and into his lap.
“Hey! I’ll squish you.” She yelped, trying to wriggle off his lap. He caught her around the waist and held her firmly in place, exactly where he wanted her
“Please,” he said, making sure she saw his eye roll. “The only danger I’m in is not making it to my meeting on time if you keep squirming around on my lap like that.”
“Is that so?”
She snuggled against him, nuzzling his neck and kissing his jaw. His cock had already taken notice of the soft press of her butt against his groin and the gentle swell of her curves in his arms. He could have her every day for the rest of his life and he’d never get enough of her. He loved that she seemed to be feeling rested enough to want him too. He’d been careful not to say anything—she didn’t need him adding to her stress—but he’d missed making love to his wife. Hell, he’d missed fucking his wife.
When emotions came too hard to him, sex was the one thing he could count on to cut through the bullshit and bring them closer together. She grounded him, and even though he’d gotten a hell of a lot better at telling her how he felt, old habits died hard. Cupping the back of her head, he threaded his fingers through her auburn hair, anchoring her in place so he could kiss her senseless. He pulled back to look at her and got a jolt of satisfaction at seeing her eyes as dazed as they’d been looking at the view. He loved that she reacted so quickly and completely to his touch. For a man like Luke, the surrender of a strong woman like Claire was a drug so addictive, he’d never break free.
“Wow,” she said, blinking hard.
“Wow is right.” He pulled her tighter into his arms, tucking her head under his chin so they could watch the waves together. “Are you feeling better?”
“Much, thank you. I can’t remember when I slept that long and woke up on my own.”
He watched her, waiting for any sign of the guilt that always seemed so close to the surface. She took a deep breath, exhaling deliberately and softening in his arms, and something relaxed deep in his chest. She might not see herself the way he did or believe him yet when he assured her she was a great mother, but like everything else his wife did, she seemed determined to give it all her effort.
That’s part of the reason she was having trouble in the first place—she was a perfectionist and a damn good one. When Claire set a goal for herself, she didn’t miss it. She just kept ignoring the fact that she wasn’t the only parent in this equation and that no one, no matter how diligent, believed they did enough. Or maybe that was at the heart of being a good parent: knowing how much there still was to learn. It didn’t matter. They’d find their way through it together and if he had to, he’d keep reminding her that she wasn’t alone. As long as he drew breath, she’d never be alone again.
“It’s so beautiful,” she said.
“Mmm hmm.” He murmured his agreement, keeping his eyes on her instead of the view.