Page 33 of Raked Away in September

The expression on his face, so hopeful, made her heart constrict even more. “Oh, you foolish man. How could I not care about you?” She took a deep breath and said the words she knew he needed to hear, even though it terrified her. “I think I might even love you, Rowan.”

“You love me?” he asked softly.

Now that she’d said it, she realized just how much she meant it. She did love him. Perhaps she’d loved him since that first night in the library. Perhaps that was why she’d been so upset and jealous when Elena had talked to him.

“I do,” she said firmly. “I’m so lucky to have you as my husband.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, holding her tightly. “I am lucky to have you as well. I’m still certain I don’t deserve you.”

She hated that he felt that way. Hated that he hadn’t had enough love in his life to know what to do when it was offered to him. She felt dreadful for how she’d acted earlier. He really had only gone to speak to his friend. She was certain of that now.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” she asked, drawing back slightly to meet his gaze. “I loved waking up in your arms.”

“Of course, I will,” he said, smiling for the first time since he’d entered the room. “And I think I love you, too, you know. I’ve never felt this way before, but I’m fairly certain this… passion and terror can only be love.”

She laughed and pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply. “I think every woman wants to inspire passion and terror.” She hadn’t realized how badly she’d needed to hear that he loved her, too, until he said it, but now her heart felt light.

He took her hand and pressed it against his hardness, brushing his lips against the curve of her neck. “This is what you inspire in me, Tamsin. Passion like I’ve never known.”

She gasped, a tremor of desire pulsing through her. She loved that she had this power over him, that he truly seemed to want her as much as she wanted him. She stroked him slowly through his trousers, and suddenly, she knew exactly what to do.

“Stand up,” she told him hoarsely.

He held her gaze for a long moment, his eyes flaring with sudden understanding. “Are you certain?”

“I’m positive.” She swallowed dryly, hoping that she was up to the task.

Pressing another quick, passionate kiss on her lips, he surged to his feet, hastily fumbling with the falls of his trousers. As he parted the fabric and let them fall to the floor, his member sprang free, proud and strong. She reached out a hesitant hand and stroked him, loving the way his flesh leapt beneath her touch.

Licking her lips, she leaned forward and ran her tongue along the tip of him. She hadn’t known what to expect, but he didn’t taste bad. And the velvety texture made her want to do it again.

Rowan gasped, threading his hands through her hair. “Tamsin… Bloody hell.”

“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered. “But I want to pleasure you. The way you did me.”

“Like this.” He took her hand and brought it to his mouth, sucking the tip of her finger into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. The sensation sent a bolt of pure fire straight to her core, and she realized that was what it would feel like for him, only far more intense.

When he released her hand, she put one hand on his hip and gripped the base of his member with the other, holding it steady. Then she attempted to mimic what he’d just done, though it was far more difficult with something the size of his… cock? The word sprang to mind, something she’d overheard her brother and his friends say once when they didn’t think she was around, and she liked it. The word sounded dirty, yet so sensual at the same time.

I can’t believe I am sucking on his cock. I am doing the very thing that so shocked me just a few weeks ago.

He gasped and buried his hands in her hair again, thrusting his hips slowly in time with her movements, his deep sounds of enjoyment filling the room. It made her feel powerful and desirable. In this moment, she was absolutely sure he wasn’t thinking of anyone but her.

“It’s too good… I can’t…” He moaned and suddenly wrenched away, and she watched in utter fascination as he gripped himself in his hand as a jet of white liquid shot out of him onto his leg. She knew enough now to realize that meant he had gotten his pleasure. He had done that inside her before. It was what made babies.

“Perhaps someday, you will let me do that in your mouth,” he said huskily, picking up his trousers and wiping it away. “But I didn’t want to surprise you.”

She blinked, not certain how she felt about that. “Did I do all right then?”

He leaned down and kissed her deeply. “You were perfect. I never expected this from you, but the fact that you wanted to…”

Shaking his head, he pulled her to her feet. “Why don’t you get undressed and climb up on the bed? I would like to reciprocate the favor.”

Heat stung her cheeks as she hurriedly moved to obey.

Rowan stripped off the rest of his clothes as he walked toward the bed, his body still trembling from the incredible orgasm he’d just had. He still couldn’t believe she’d done it for him, that it had all been her idea.

She was truly the perfect wife.