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“You heard me.”
A hint of thrill dawns on her face as she shuffles toward the mattress and tumbles back, eyes wide and on me. She parts her thighs shyly. I can see a mere hint of the pink slickness between. “Like this?”
Her question has my stare jerking back to her face. She’s biting her lip, and that rosy pout is making me think all kinds of sinful thoughts about how to put her lips to good use.
Jesus, I’ve barely touched her and my chest is heaving. Even the suggestion that I could command a woman as independent as Harlow floods my system with desire. It runs thick and hot through my veins.
“Wider. Show me your pussy. Show me what’s mine.”
Bracing her feet on the edge of the bed, she flares her legs farther apart, giving me a glimpse of everything wet and feminine and rosy in between. She’s aroused, too. I know her body well now. I know when she’s swollen and pouty. Already her clit looks hard. Harlow is ready. Hell, she’s eager.
A thousand urges pelt me at once, but one towers over the others. I need this—need her—now. Face to face. Heart to heart. Lips connected. Bodies joined.
I caress my way down her thigh and drag my fingers through her glossy folds, gratified by the catch of her breath. After leaning in for a kiss, I sit beside her and grab her wrist, giving her a gentle tug. “Straddle me.”
Without hesitation, she tosses one thigh over my hips and rises onto her knees, positioning herself above my cock. I hold myself in place, nestling my head at her opening and aligning us. When she tries to slide down my length, I hold her hips, make her wait.
Harlow loves every position. She’s enjoyed sex against a wall. She shivers when I take her from behind. She loves the way I kiss her when I’m on top. But after hundreds of hours making love to this woman, I know that nothing sets my wife on fire more than her impaling herself on my shaft as I guide her hips while she rides me.
When I drag my lips up her jaw and skirt the edge of her lips, the seconds tick by. I dive into her mouth. Our tongues tango as I cup one breast, teasing her hard nipple with my thumb. I taste her growing need. She starts to whimper, shifts restlessly, and tries to sink onto my cock. I tighten my hand on her hip to stay her.
“Not until I say so, wahine.”
“But Noah…”
“Not until you admit you want me.”
“I want you. So much. So bad.” She shakes her head at me. “All the time. You know that.”
I do. She’s never shy sexually, always willing to reach out day or night to tell me that she desires my touch and aches for the satisfaction I give her. It’s one of the reasons I feel so connected to Harlow. Not a day goes by that we don’t get lost in one another.
“Not until you admit that you’re mine.”
She peers into my eyes, as if understanding that I’m finally asking for more than her body. “I’m your lover and your wife.” Her exhalation rattles as if my demand has stirred her nerves again. “And I’m yours, Noah Weston. Only yours.”
Primal satisfaction roars through my body. I desire this woman with every cell in my body, every beat of my heart. And right now, I need to know that she belongs to me.
The next demand comes harder. “Not until you tell me how you feel about me.”
I’d give almost anything to hear that she loves me, but I can’t insist that she say it if she’s not ready. I want her words—whatever they are—to come from her heart.
Harlow opens her mouth, closes it, swallows. In my grip, she trembles. The movement is almost imperceptible…but I feel her.
“It’s okay, baby. Whatever you’re going to say, it’s fine. Just talk to me.”
For a moment, she closes her eyes, almost like she’s afraid to admit defeat. Then she sucks in a rough breath and nods. “Kane… Did I say that right?”
“Husband?” I give her the translation of her Hawaiian word in English. “You said it perfectly.”
“I love you.”
Joy buoys me. She said the words freely, every syllable soft but heartfelt.
I let out a whoop. “That’s what I’ve waited to hear—for so long.”
“I know. I tried not to,” she says solemnly. “Fall in love, that is.”
“Oh, I’m aware.” I cup her cheek. “But I’m so glad you lost the battle with yourself. I’ll never make you regret it.”
