“Then you’ll have to be quiet, sweetheart.” My fingers slid through her wetness. “Fuck, you’re already wet. And you did check the exhibitionism box.”
She hummed in agreement, even if she couldn’t quite verbalize it. I groaned and slipped two fingers inside her. God, she was so ready for me. Just like always.
“Can you stay quiet while I fuck you?” I kissed her again before she could say no, then suckled her lip for good measure. “Or scream a little so they can hear how good you take it?”
Her eyes widened into sea glass discs. But then… she nodded.
I smiled. “Good girl.” Just to check, I moved my other hand to her chest, looking for that steady beat. “All good here?”
She nodded again, then wrapped her arm around my neck and yanked me close for a kiss that was just as desperate as any I’d given her. “Just give it to me.”
Fuck, this girl. This dream.
“As you wish, wife.” With quick, graceless movements, I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock. Then, in one harsh stroke, I was inside her as my hand slipped up to cover her mouth, daring her to scream through my fingers.
She just wrapped her legs around my waist and urged me forward.
It was all the encouragement I needed.
There was no lovemaking happening in this bathroom. Or maybe it was, but it was an animal sort. I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror, my face contorted with pure, instinctual need as I pounded forward, Laney’s hair shaking down her back while she leaned back to take me deeper, further, harder.
“Ronan!” she cried once I released her mouth.
I yanked her back up and covered her cries with a kiss with more teeth than caress. “I said quiet.”
She took my tie and yanked. “You said scream so they can hear me take it, husband.”
“So I did.” I couldn’t stop if I tried. “Fuck–Laney.”
“Ronan.” She framed my face with her hands, though it was clear her control was quickly approaching the same cliff’s edge where mine had been since the moment I saw her.
The truth was, I was a lost man. Maybe I had been since that first night in Vegas. Maybe the idea that I ever had any control when it came to this woman had always been as much a myth as the names I’d given us: Dionysus and Ariadne. The god of wine, merriment and madness. And his wife, goddess of mazes, passion, and… forgiveness of all things.
Maybe that’s why I had come to her today. I was chasing that forgiveness like she could give it to me, but I could only manage madness, fucking her like I was trying to outrun something. Like if I could get deep enough, plunder her soul for the purity mine lacked, I could forget all the things I’d ever done. Maybe forgive myself for them, too.
Her body tensed. She was close, the friction of our bodies too much for her to handle.
“Are you going to come?” I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. “Are you going to come on my cock, Ari? Are you going to come for me now?”
To my shock, she did, squeezing my hips, my dick, my fucking soul as she fell apart on a cry, one I captured with another kiss if only to preserve the dignity I knew she would locate later, after she came down from this mutual high.
I was right behind her. Two more quick thrusts and I was buried deep, pouring myself into her, seeking absolution in return.
“Laney,” I gasped as my hand slammed into the counter hard enough to shake it. “Oh, fuck, Laney.”
We stayed there, heaving, shaking, wrapped in each other for several long moments before our surroundings came back to us. The ribbon of black cutting through the Carrera counter. The last gleams of sunlight bouncing through a skylight.
And the warmth, the softness, the utter rightness of the woman in my arms.
I was still breathing hard when she spoke. “Ronan?”
“Mmph.” I laid my forehead on her shoulder to catch my breath.
A hand combed through my hair, tugging lightly at the curls I’d started to let loose because I knew she preferred them that way.
I stood up to face her.
“What was that?” she asked. “Not that I didn’t like it, but…”
