“I want you to fuck me,” I confess, looping my arms around his neck, “and I don’t want you to hold back.”
His gaze turns molten. “You know what this means?”
“That I’m giving this a chance… us a chance.”
A possessive growl rumbles from his chest. “Damn straight you are,wife.”
I shift closer. “You enjoy calling me that a little too much, don’t you think?”
“It’ll never be enough,” he declares, capturing my lips in a reverent kiss.
I couldn’t agree more. No one has ever claimed me like this before. There’s something dangerously addictive about his rugged dominance, and the thrill I get from pushing his buttons until he snaps, showing me exactly who I belong to—even when I try to fight it.
If I get my way, what was supposed to be a one-night stand permanently seared into my memory will become many more nights of us tangled in the sheets, while I let him ruin me completely. Whatever consequences come from my reckless decision, I’ll deal with later.
For now, I choose to live in the moment and enjoy every second of belonging to Heath… my husband.
I let out a startled squeal as he tugs me to the edge of the couch, grips my ass with both hands, and lifts me effortlessly into his arms as he stands. My legs automatically wind around his waist, my arms looping around his neck.
“Take me upstairs and fuck me, baby daddy,” I whisper in his ear.
He draws back, and I’m met with his dark, smoldering stare. A deep rumble rolls through his chest as his grip on my ass tightens, and he rocks his hips forward, making sure I feel every inch of his hard cock. Only then does he claim my mouth ina searing kiss. He bites my lip, then soothes the sting with his tongue.
I let out a soft groan as my fingers dig into his scalp, letting the sinful friction of him against me drown out everything but the burning desire flooding my veins.
Our lips stay locked as Heath carries me through the shop and up the stairs, his body pressed against mine, radiating heat with every step. When we reach the apartment, he pushes the door open with his shoulder and kicks his boots off in the entryway, never breaking stride as he moves down the hall.
We barely make it inside the bedroom before he spins me around and pins me to the nearest wall. We’re both panting for air as one of his thick thighs slides between my legs. The added pressure ignites a spark low in my belly, and I break from the kiss with a gasp and frantically tug my shirt over my head, tossing it to the ground.
Heath adjusts his hold on me, one hand reaching behind to unhook my bra. With slow, deliberate movements, he slides the straps down my shoulders and lets the lace fall to the floor.
His hand cups my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers while he trails kisses along my collarbone. He keeps his touch tortuously light, making me writhe against the wall in search of more friction as I shamelessly ride his thigh.
“Jesus Christ,” he says low and gravelly as he tugs my nipple just enough to make my back arch. “Never getting tired of how sensitive these are.”
I curl my fingers into his collar. “I swear to god, if you don’t fuck me soon, I’ll take matters into my own hands.”
Heath lets out a strained chuckle against my neck. “Always so damn impatient.”
“It’s these pregnancy hormones making me ridiculously horny,” I whine as he licks the hollow of my throat. “You knocked me up, so it’s your job to fix it.”
“Can’t argue with that logic. Hold on tight,” he rasps as he carries me across the room. “I want you to come to me anytime you need to be taken care of. I’m yours to use day or night.”
I shoot him a cheeky grin. “Don’t tempt me or I might take that offer literally.”
“Nothing would make me happier.”
He sets me next to the bed, and I quickly suspend my insulin pump and disconnect the tubing before setting it on the nightstand. It’s much easier to move freely without it attached, and I don’t want anything getting in the way tonight.
Eager for what comes next, I slide off my shorts and kick them aside. I’m halfway through shimmying my panties down my hips, when I glance up to see Heath stripping off his shirt. My eyes trace every ridge of muscle as he shoves off his jeans and boxers in one smooth motion. His cock springs free, long and thick, curving upward with a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
Heat floods my cheeks as I drink in the sight of his naked body. He’s so damn hot it almost hurts, and I’ll never tire of this view. He’s every inch a rugged cowboy—broad shoulders, powerful thighs earned from years in the saddle, and that quiet, commanding strength that makes my pulse race with just one look.
He glances up, smirking when he catches me staring. “Ready to admit you enjoy the view?”
“I’d enjoy it better if you were inside me,” I quip.
His gaze turns predatory. “Damn, I love when you get mouthy.” He moves closer, dipping his head to steal a heated kiss. “Guess I better give my wife what she’s been craving then.”
