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Jesus fucking Christ.
The blood ran hot in my veins, and I knew I needed to turn around, needed to get out of there before she noticed I’d come into the room. This was private. An intimate exploration on her behalf, and goddamn, it was sexy as hell, but…
I turned around as slowly as I could, ready to head quietly out the door like I’d never been here. I’d jump into a cold shower and shock the hauntingly tempting images out of my brain?—
“Gareth,” Serenity whispered.
I turned back around, thinking she’d spotted me, an apology already forming on my lips?—
“God, Gareth,” she moaned this time, and my cock instantly hardened.
She was thinking of me?
I swallowed hard, allowing myself to look over her again, this time with more of a primal gaze, like her saying my name had been an invitation.
Fuck, she was perfection. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the taste of her on my lips since our first night in this house. Since I’d thoroughly distracted her.
She rocked into herself, lifting her ass off the bed to meet her hand with more force, just like I’d told her to over a week ago.
My knees about buckled.
“Yes, Gareth,” she said.
“What are you thinking about over there, angel?” I finally broke.
Her eyes snapped open, her motions abruptly stopping as she spotted me, now at the foot of the bed.
I held her stare, surveying the flurry of emotions crossing her face. Embarrassment was there, shock for sure, and then something smoothed out, and she…
Fuck me, she started moving her hand again.
“You,” she said, almost like a challenge. “I’m thinking about you.”
Goddamn.
“Thinking what, exactly?” I urged her, my voice rough as I tried to keep it together. I braced my hands on the bedpost, using it to keep me right where I was.
She sighed, still moving against herself.
“I’m thinking…” She hesitated a moment. I wasn’t about to push her, but I was hanging on by a thread. “I’m thinking about how good you would feel inside me.”
A low growl rumbled in my chest.
“Serenity,” I pleaded.
“I’m thinking about how you made me feel alive our first night here. How just looking at you sometimes can make me ache in all sorts of ways,” she continued.
“Angel,” I groaned.
Her breath caught as she continued to explore herself. “I’m thinking about how badly I want you. It’s like I can’t breathe unless you touch me. And it’s not because you’re my husband or because you’re protecting me. I’ve felt like this since the moment my hair got caught in your cufflinks at the poker game. Since you held me to free it. I’ve wanted you since then. And it’s only gotten worse. I’m achy, Gareth. And stretched tight. Nothing I do is as good as what you do to me.”
Fuck me. She’d wanted me before she called in the favor?
“I’m thinking you feel the same way,” she said. “And I wish so badly, even if it’s just this once, that you’ll show me what it’s like to be in a normal relationship…to be wanted and desired in the way married couples do.”
Every inch of my ice-cold resolve cracked with her words.
How could I deny her anything?
