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“That’s it,” I growled. “Ride it. Come all over my fingers.”
“Please,” she moaned, her face and chest flushed and her eyes glassy. Her body trembling, on the brink.
“Say it,” I demanded. “Who do you belong to?”
“My husband,” she cried, coming undone, throwing her head back, her breasts bouncing and her chest heaving. She spasmed and bucked, moaning loudly. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
“Who takes care of you?”
“You do,” she gasped. Panting and writhing.
“Good girl.”
Chapter26
Hazel
The ride home was silent and filled with tension. It was for the best. I was still recovering from the orgasms to end all orgasms. It had been a while for me. I wasn’t about to break out my favorite vibe while I was sleeping on my brother’s couch or sharing a bed with my formerly platonic husband.
And living with my hot lumberjack husband hadn’t helped the situation. He was allergic to shirts and shaving and spent most of his time working out. No wonder I’d combusted after a little exceptional hand action and a few dirty words.
And he wasdirty. Remy was a laid-back guy. Not a jealous, possessive alpha male. Or so I’d thought. Now I wasn’t so sure.
All I knew was that I was addicted to this side of him. And although we’d waded into dangerous territory tonight, I couldn’t help but want even more of him.
He rounded the hood of the truck and opened the door for me, but before I could step out, he slung me over his shoulder.
“Come on, wife,” he said, gravel in his voice. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He carried me carefully into the cabin, then toed off his shoes and locked the door behind us.
He carried me through the dark living area and kitchen and into the bedroom, where he eased me onto the mattress and untied my shoes. He threw them onto the floor one at a time and then got to work unbuttoning my skirt and sliding it down over my hips.
“I want you so badly,” he rasped, his chest heaving as he took in the sight of my soaked panties.
I situated myself on my knees in front of him, placing my hands on either side of his rib cage.
“Not as much as I want you,” I said, pulling the hem of his T-shirt up.
He helped me pull it over his head, then tossed it aside while I ran my hands over his chest. I was familiar with this chest. We had seen a lot of each other during training and while sleeping beside one another over the past few weeks. But now I could touch him and explore every inch of his skin, and I didn’t want to stop.
He tilted my chin up and brought his lips to mine, the kiss deep and passionate but also gentle.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said, pulling back and studying me.
I laughed, unbuttoning his jeans. “Not as long as I have.”
He shucked his pants off with a chuckle. “Really? Sweet, nerdy, high school Hazel wanted to get in my pants?”
I tossed my tank top to the floor and made quick work of my bra.
We were facing one another, wearing only underwear, my entire body flushing with heat as I drank him in. The beating of my heart punctuated the silence.
This was Remy. My friend, my husband, and the person I trusted most in the world.
And in that moment, I was liberated. Set free from my insecurities and worries. Existing in this moment with this man.
“Do you want to know a secret?” I asked, emboldened by his hungry gaze.
