He bends so his mouth is next to my ear, and my stomach twists in anticipation. “Since we’re here, I have something better.”
“Is it your dick?” I run my hands up his thigh.
“Patience.” As my palm runs over the bulge in his pants, he grinds against my hand. He’s already raging hard.
“Now?” I ask.
“Whenever you want. You know that,” he promises.
“How about now?” I sit up, straining for his kiss. “How about on this bed while Ares is still napping? It’s my favorite part of the cabin.”
“Made sure I got the unit with the biggest bed. They knew we were honeymooners.”
“Only the best for Mrs. Blackthorn.” I giggle.
“No lie.”
Then, with his strong hands on my waist, he leans me over the bed, pushing me down until I’m on my back. His familiar weight settles on me a second later.
I cup his face in my hands.
“I love you so, so much,” I tell him.
“Not half as much as I love you, wife.” He grins at my little gasp of outrage.
Before I can protest, he smothers me in a molten kiss.
It’s like our souls collide in this heady fusion, fizzing like champagne.
I tug at his shirt until he pulls it over his head, pushing up the skirt of my cute little dress. I’m glad we underdressed for the chilly day, like we both knew what was happening later.
“Like this,” he rasps as he pushes my panties to one side, not undressing me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Hattie.”
I believe it.
When he tells me, and when he looks at me like that, there’s no choice but to believe him. Especially when he’s sinking down between my legs.
And when his mouth finds my pussy, I gasp, lifting my hips.
The man is greedy today, licking and sucking, devouring me, taking over—and I happily let him.
“I’m lucky you’re so generous. I—oh!” My voice chokes off as I slide my hand through his hair.
He nips my thigh, and the sharp sting adds an extra thrill, heightening the diabolical pleasure as it reaches my core.
We’ve mapped each other’s bodies by memory now.
Ethan knows what I like and when to bring it, even when he’s exploring me.
And I’ve learned not to hold back one bit, letting him hear every ounce of pleasure he thieves from my bones.
He treats every moan, every whimper, every twitch like a song.
I sing for him spectacularly.
Then his tongue refocuses on my clit, hot and unrelenting, bringing me to the brink.
Holy hell!
