He’d just insisted that he would join her.
She didn’t have any other choice but to kiss him, really. Not after that.
He pulled back after only a moment, though not far enough that he wasn’t still pressing her deliciously against the door and not enough that she had to drop her hand from his face.
“This is important to you,” he said, assessing. “You like the freedom?”
“It’s not just the freedom,” she confessed. “It’s… the shows. They’re—thrilling.”
A wicked, wicked smile crossed her husband’s face.
“That’s what you like, then, my dear wife?” he asked. “Do you like to watch?”
As he asked, he trailed a finger down the side of her throat, tracing along to the neckline of her dress and then tugging just slightly—not enough to actually dislodge her clothing but enough to make the suggestion unmissable.
Her pulse fluttered wildly. “Yes,” she breathed.
He pressed a light kiss to the place where her blood thrummed just beneath her skin.
“And do you like tobewatched?” he asked, his lips caressing her skin with each word.
If she’d thought that looking at him made it hard to think, it was nothing compared to how muddled her mind felt while he pressed his lips to her throat like that. His tongue darted out for the barest instant, a lightning-fast tasting of her skin, and she let out a whimper.
“I asked you a question, wife,” he reminded her, nipping at that same spot.
“I don’t know,” she breathed. “I—I’ve never…”
He pulled back just long enough to look at her, just long enough for her to see the possessive, predatory look in his eye.
“Good,” he purred. “That means that you will be all mine.”
And then he dove for her mouth like a man dying of thirst.
He wasn’t gentle, and he wasn’t slow, and Phoebe nearly melted from the warring sensations of his probing tongue, his curious hands, and the hard solidity of his leg between her thighs. She, too, let her inhibitions fall away, let herself finallydosome of the things she’d spent so much time watching—watching and wondering about.
She grabbed a fistful of his hair between her fingers and used that grip to pull him more firmly into the kiss. She wrenched one of her gloves off with her teeth and squeezed her bare hand between them, then tugged at the bottom of his shirt until it lifted enough that she could press her palm to the hot, hard planes of his stomach.
He groaned into her mouth at her touch, thrusting his hips forward in a sharp movement that seemed, to Phoebe’s endless delight, to be outside his control. It sparked even more heat in her, and following some deep-seated instinct, she ground her core down against the hardness of his thigh and?—
Oh.
Oh, that feltverynice indeed.
She did it again and found that it felt even better upon repeated application.
She was preparing to try again at a different angle when Aaron shifted them, pulling her away from the wall and dropping his leg down from beneath her.
“Why?” she demanded, not letting go of him as she very much did not approve of anything that put space between them right now.
“Can you never justlistento me?”he asked crossly. Phoebe opened her mouth to object—she wasn’t going to listen to bad ideas, after all—but he used the moment of distraction to turn them in a deft movement then drop her down onto a settee and lean bodily atop her.
Her protest cut off before it could begin.
“See?” he asked. “Sometimes obedience has its perks.”
“You’re going to have to make your case better than that, husband,” she taunted. She hooked a leg up around his waist so that she could feel the thrilling hardness of him against her most sensitive places. This time, when she rocked against him, he hissed a curse.
She had to credit the man for giving as good as he got, though, for he responded to this by reaching up, tugging down the front of her bodice, and closing his mouth over the straining bud of one nipple.
