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I undress, slipping off my high heels first, and groan in relief when my feet aren’t forced to be in such a high, awkward position. I’ve never been the high-heel-wearing type. Gripping the zipper that travels along my side, I pull it down, letting it drop at my feet, then I take off the expensive jewelry Ari got me, placing it on my nightstand, then take a deep breath to steady my nerves.
What if he doesn’t want me? What if he has decided I’m more trouble than I am worth?
There’s only one way to find out.
I brave the steam, the heat bursting across my face. The glass of the stall is fogged, and I can see the outline of Ari’s body as he stands in the shower.
He’s beautiful.
Opening the door, I step inside. His back is to me, and the water is raining down on his head. His muscles contract when he feels my palm land on his lower back.
“Rosie,” he says without looking at me, but he doesn’t sound angry.
“Ari.” I graze his torso until I wrap my arms around him, my fingers settling in the trimmed patch of hair above his cock.
My breasts press against his back and his ass curves perfectly against me, our bodies fitting like a puzzle piece.
“What are you doing in here?”
His words sting and I almost pull away but decide not to and show him I don’t want to be anywhere else.
“I can’t touch my husband?”
“I didn’t think you’d want to after everything.” He turns around and my hands slip to his round ass. His cock is hard, curling up and over his belly button. The vein protrudes on the side, pumping the length to full mast.
“After everything, I only want to touch you more.”
And I never want to stop.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Ari
Rosie wraps her hand around my cock and squeezes. The hands a delicious slide as she gives me a hesitant stroke.
I push her against the glass of the stall. “I thought you didn’t want to fuck me,” I remind her of what she said to me just as her index finger traces the crown of my cock.
“Shut up, Ari.”
I grin just before she kisses me which has me cupping the back of her head. I groan into her mouth, feeling more desperate than usual. I need her. I need to have her. Being inside her, filling her with every drop my body possesses isn’t enough. If I could, I’d merge our souls as one, our bodies, our minds, and then there wouldn’t be this lingering fear of something happening to her.
It’s dark and twisted to want to overtake her like that, but it would be the only way to truly keep her safe. As much as I want to always be by her side, there will be times when it isn’t possible, and whoever is guarding her might fail, and she’ll be taken from me.
I can’t allow that to happen.
This spitfire of a woman has become everything I hold dear in this world and because of that, I have something to lose. Bianchi knows that and to hit me where it hurts, he’ll use her to his advantage. It doesn’t matter if it takes my last breath, but I can’t allow that to happen.
Our tongues collide and she doesn’t fight me for dominance when I give her more, pressing my lips so painfully, I can feel her teeth. I touch everywhere I can. My hands groped where I can reach. My tongue tastes the depth of her mouth. I cup her face, unable to get enough of her kiss.
God, if I was on the brink of death, I’d want her kiss to give me my final breath.
She strokes me, her hand slowly twisting my shaft before pulling it forward. I groan into her mouth, showing her how much her touch affects me. I’m not in a hurry. I don’t want to rush this. I want to enjoy the feeling of my wife’s wet body against mine and I want to hear every gasp and moan that escapes her.
I want my lungs to only consume her air, so I am only living for her.
It’s unhealthy to want someone so much.
I lift her leg and wrap it around my hip. While she’s touching me with no rush, just enjoying me in her hand, wanting to prolong this just like I want to, I skim my fingers down her stomach until they disappear between her legs. My fingers slip through her pussy, already so slick and ready for me. I could replace my fingers with my cock and slide home, but I want to have her body singing for me before that happens.
