Page 48 of The Contract Marriage

“No. Lines show.” It’s just silk skimming my skin. I’ve felt it countless times, but the flesh between my legs clenches, and my clit aches.

“Cold?”

I bury my face in the mattress and shake my head, caught in a dilemma. Anticipation is making me quiver, not the temperature. But admitting that feels like I’d be baring something I shouldn’t…and denying it would be a lie.

I don’t want to lie to him.

His dark chuckle sends another wave of tremors down my spine. He moves my hair aside and presses a hot kiss on the base of my skull, then trails his mouth all the way down my spine, a kiss on every bump. Each touch sends a rising ripple of need through me, and I bite my lip to contain rising whimpers. He stops where my butt begins and nips the skin there. I jerk with a gasp. He gives the spot a soothing lick. “Good girl. Let me hear you.”

Except I don’t want him to hear. I don’t want to be loud and demanding. I just want him to give me a baby.

But saying it would shatter the moment. My heart knows it, even if my head wants to insist it’d be a good idea to keep things neat and clear in order to avoid misunderstandings and heartache.

His teeth and tongue and lips move over my butt, exploring with the thoroughness he demonstrated last night. I want to squirm so badly, do something to relieve the pressure building between my legs. Who would’ve thought a butt could be this sensitive?

The aching emptiness between my thighs torments me until I’m covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I search for something to ground me, only to find cool bedsheets. The ocean’s pounding provides a slow counterpoint to Liam’s ministrations. I fidget, moving my hips in a desperate search for release.

But Liam ignores my silent plea. Instead, he sneaks a hand under me and strokes my clit with just enough pressure to send white-hot streaks through me without doing more. He has to feel how wet I am. The sheet underneath is growing damp, but he seems oblivious.

Suddenly it all feels achingly unfair. “I thought you wanted to give me lots of orgasms.”

“You’ve been pretty quiet. Wasn’t sure what you wanted.” His shallow breathing betrays his calm words.

“Asshole.”

“Husband.”

“Not mutually exclusive.”

He punishes me with a long stroke of his fingers along my folds, the tips dipping briefly into my pussy. I grit my teeth. Does he think he’s the only one who can be sneaky and tease?

I push myself up on my knees, shoulders low, and arch my back. He bites back a curse, and I laugh softly, then glide two fingers down my slick track, from the clit all the way to the pussy.

He grips my wrist. “That’s mine.”

“Then maybe you should fill it up.”

“Olivia.” It’s a warning.

“Your wife is needy. Do something about it. You know, like a husband.”

His hand around my wrist tightens, but not enough to hurt. I can practically hear his control snapping.

Every nerve ending prickles with suspense as his zipper hisses. His fingers dig into my pelvis, and his overheated cock runs along my flesh.

Oh yesss. My toes curl. This is it. I push against him, daring, encouraging—he drives into me in one powerful stroke that makes me shake from the invasion. My fingers twist the sheet, my whole body tensing as white-hot pleasure rips through me. He feels so good inside me, so big, so pulsing. Just having him buried inside makes me feel alive.

He starts to plunge in and out, his rhythm quickly becoming fast and relentless. Every time our flesh slaps, an electric thrill races all the way to the top of my skull. I move with him, desperate for a release.

His fingers dig deeper into my hips, the gesture possessive and proprietary. “Mine,” he growls under his breath as he pounds into me.

An orgasm builds, like a tsunami about to break. Air catches in my lungs, and I fight to breathe. When he thrusts into me at a particularly sharp angle, my vision goes white as I scream.

“Fuuuuck,” he cries, his voice guttural.

He abruptly pulls out, his length slapping the crack of my ass a nanosecond later, and hot fluid hits my back. He shudders, rides out his aftershocks and then spreads his cum all over my back, like an animal marking its territory.

He didn’t come inside me. I should be upset—this is about a baby. But as he slowly relaxes, the fingers of one hand still holding my hip firmly, I can’t think of a single reason to complain.