Page 134 of Blue Jean Summer

The devil lived in those seductive words.

I smiled against the tip of her ear. “I’ll give you three guesses,” I said as I connected each lingering droplet on her shoulders with kisses like I was making constellations. “So you can show off how well you know your husband.”

“Do you want me like”—Catherine let the towel fall—“this?”

My eyes slid down the gentle curve of her spine to the two dimples that dotted the small of her back and suddenly it hurt to breathe.

Catherine was statuesque—all long limbs, regal posture, and a stalwart presence. Her strength was only outmatched by the gentleness in her heart. She was like the gilded roses that adorned the estate’s iron gates.

I didn’t dare touch her. I wasn’t worthy of holding that kind of perfection.

Catherine reached behind her head and wrapped her arms around my neck. The position forced her to arch her back, pressing her ass flush against my hips and pushing her breasts out. Rosy nipples turned to diamond points as they hit the cool air.

I peered down as Catherine looked over her shoulder. The corner of those cherry lips turned up. “Did I get it right?”

“Yes, you did.” I wrapped my hands around her hips and peppered the crook of her neck with kisses. “Gold star for you,” I murmured as I caressed the divot where her hip dipped into her pelvis, making goose bumps race across her skin.

“Are you teasing me?” Catherine asked as she rolled her ass against my hard-on in response to my wandering hands.

I chuckled. “Pretty sure you’re the one teasing me, sweetheart.”

She molded against me, matching my form like a missing puzzle piece. “No. Just giving you a reminder of what you’ve got.”

“Trust me. I know exactly who I get to hold.”

She stretched her head out to the side, giving me more room to kiss her neck.

“I’m holding my wife. And no one will ever be more precious to me than you.” I turned her to face me and cupped her chin, drawing her attention to my eyes. “No one.”

Catherine eased onto her toes and brushed her lips against mine. “Show me.”

I kissed her, light as a feather, then nipped at her bottom lip. “You sure you’re not too tired?”

“I think I should be asking you that,” she teased. “It’s past your bedtime, old man.”

A bark of laughter slipped free as I walked her backward to the balcony doors. Catherine’s back hit the glass, but the doors weren’t latched. They swung open, letting the cool evening breeze float inside as we stumbled out.

Catherine laughed. “Hayes!”

I caught her around the waist before she hit the railing, bringing us chest to chest.

“Old man, huh?” I said with a laugh as I palmed her ass and squeezed. “You better hold on, sweetheart. It will be my pleasure to show you a trick or two.”

“What are you—”

Before Catherine could finish her question, I had her back pressed against the railing, then dropped to my knees in front of her.

“Someone could see,” she gasped.

“No one’s gonna see,” I reassured her. “Hallie’s side of the house faces the other way. No one’s around. Just you, me, and the stars. Let them adore you the way I do.”

Catherine gave a nod as her painted toes curled against the smooth stone balcony. She wrapped her fingers around the railing like the ivy that clung to the wrought iron.

“Open your legs for me.”

She did, but not nearly wide enough for me to appreciate every sacred piece of her.

“More,” I said as I cupped her pussy in the palm of my hand.