That night, when she frets at my side, I relay the news.
“Good.” She bobs her head. “You shouldn’t be doing anything but resting anyway.”
I roll my eyes at her. “I’m perfectly fine. I’ve been cleared for physical activity.”
“Lightphysical activity,” Mia counters.
And God, she looks incredible when she pouts like that, with her arms crossed under her breasts and that adorable wrinkle between her eyebrows as she frowns. It’s enough to drive a man mad.
“Then it’s a good thing that there are many ways to performlightphysical activity.”
The words escape before I have much time to register what I’ve said. The flirtatious undertones linger between us as if waiting to drop like a lead balloon.
Mia blinks a couple of times, her mouth dropping into that perfect “O” shape that is far too kissable for its own good. She drops down, perching on the edge of the bed next to me.
“You shouldn’t say things like that to me,” she replies quietly.
I laugh to try to break the tension. “You’re my wife.”
“Leon.” It’s a warning.
I sigh. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Her green eyes flash to mine in annoyance. “It’s not that.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the fact that if I have to sleep by your side for another night without sucking your cock, I might actually go insane,” she half-yells. “And I can’t do that because you’re still hurt, and I?—”
I’ve already bridged the gap between us. Already reached for her neck to pull her in.
I’m a man entirely possessed as I press her mouth to mine.
And dear fucking God.
I’ve missed this. I miss it even in those brief moments when my lips aren’t pressed to hers in order to take a breath. I wish I could cut out my own lungs and just kiss her forever.
She tastes divine as I lick into her mouth. She opens up for me gorgeously as I explore every inch of it. Our tongues are battling for dominance as she makes a sound so delicious I want to taste every decibel.
Her hands find themselves in my hair, tugging me ever closer. Not close enough. Never close enough. But the feeling of her body pressed into mine makes me feel complete for the first time in weeks.
“We shouldn’t,” she hisses as my mouth trails down her neck. “We shouldn’t do this.”
I respond with my teeth, and she squirms delightfully as I suck on the flesh below her ear. Branding her, claiming her. I want her to look in the mirror for the rest of her life and know that she belongs right here with me.
“If I don’t have you right now,Iwill go insane.”
“We can’t, we?—”
I silence her with another filthy kiss, dragging on her bottom lip with my teeth. “I’m going to need you to stop fussing and start concentrating on how you’re going to get your pretty little mouth around my cock.”
She whimpers at my words, submitting herself entirely to the arms that have wrapped themselves around the small of her back.
“Come here,” I say as I help her onto the bed. Her knees land on either side of my waist so that she’s straddling me properly.
Her head dips down to kiss me again, giving me a delightful eyeful down her shirt. My fingers begin to work the buttons open of their own accord.
She does the rest of the work for me, shrugging out of the material as she sucks crudely on my tongue. It’s a demonstration of what's to come.
