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“Of course it's not funny. It’s not a funny question.” He leaned in to trail his lips across her shoulder to her neck, licking and kissing up the side of it as his fingers continued to work back and forth over her clit, making her breath catch.
“Are you making fun of me?”
“No.” He continued his slow assault of her pussy, pushing one finger inside and making her knees wobble.
“Why did you say you wanted to go to Rome on our honeymoon?”
“Because I’ve always wanted to go to Rome. My grandfather went once. I begged to go, but he would only take Declan.” He slid in a second finger, and she groaned, gripping his bicep to steady herself.
She couldn’t tell if he was messing with her right now, not with two of his fingers buried inside her and picking up speed as he worked them in and out, his lips and teeth and tongue teasing across her neck and shoulder. She wanted to believe him, but maybe this was another act he was putting on to get what he wanted.
“I’ll prove it to you later,” he promised. “Right now I have to be inside you.”
He slipped his fingers out and eased her back on the bed before covering her body with his own. The head of his cock brushed against her slit, and she arched her hips up in response until she felt him slide inside her inch by inch until he was finally buried deep.
“I think about you all day,” he murmured against her neck, rocking his hips into hers.
“I think that’s evident since I haven’t gotten much sleep in the last week.”
She felt his lips curve into a smile, and he slid out and back in with one forceful thrust, making her groan low in her throat.
“I think about your taste, your scent, the way your pussy grips my cock when you come.” He punctuated each one with a thrust of his hips. “I think about what you’re doing, who you’re talking to, what you’re thinking.”
He covered her hands with his and laced their fingers, growling when she wrapped her legs around his waist and fitted them closer together.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered, hips moving more urgently. “I don’t know what to make of it. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. Other than you drive me crazy and I can’t help myself.”
“C-Callahan.” She shuddered as he drove into her, his words opening up something inside her that would be impossible to close again. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I wish I could. It would make all of this a hell of a lot easier.”
She met him thrust for urgent thrust, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he pounded into her, his head buried in the crook of her neck so his groans vibrated through her sternum and straight into her heart. His grip on it was tightening, and he didn’t even know it. He wouldn’t know how to protect it.
“Oh God.” She shuddered as he rocked and ground against her, his hips moving at a punishing speed that pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for me, Viv. Let me feel you come.”
“Yes,” she all but sobbed as she gave in to the blinding flash of the orgasm that consumed her.
When she felt his body go taut against her, she squeezed his hands and tightened her legs around his waist until her heels dug into his ass. His body went limp with his release, but he managed to hold himself above her to keep from crushing her. Every rise and fall of his chest brushed against her sensitive nipples and sent ripples of pleasure through her.
He finally rolled off her, laying on his back next to her on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. She was afraid to move and break the delicate thing he’d created between them with his words.
“I don’t know what to do about you,” he said, reaching for her hand and linking their fingers.
“I don’t know what to do about you either,” she admitted.
She held her breath for the inevitable rejection, braced herself for it, but after several long moments, he simply maneuvered them both under the covers, turned off the lights, and drew her back against him. He nuzzled his nose into her hair, and she heard him draw in a deep breath, as if he was drinking her in.
She had no idea what the hell had just happened between them tonight, but she knew one thing. She was falling in love with her husband, and she had no idea if he would ever love her back.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Aidan jolted awake to someone jackhammering at the door. He was spooned against Viv from behind, her head pillowed on his arm, his other arm wrapped tight around her waist. His cock was wedged against the rounded curve of her ass, and his first thought was he was going to kill whoever was pounding on their bedroom door.
“Callahan, murder whoever the fuck that is,” Viv mumbled, eyes still closed.
“I’d love to.”
