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My entire body goes hot at her saying the word fuck in that cultured voice of hers. “Where else do you suggest we fuck then?’
“I don’t know. The kitchen counter? The couch? The hallway? The shower?”
I note all of her suggestions for later. I will fuck her in every single one of those places if that’s what she wants. “Jasper will lose his shit if he ever finds out.”
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” she says before she crawls over into the passenger side seat. Glancing over her shoulder, she studies me, her eyes dancing. “Come on. Let’s go home so you can fuck me against the refrigerator.”
Chuckling, I open the back door and get out of the car like a civilized person before I climb back in, settling behind the steering wheel. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
Chapter Seventeen
Charlotte
Things between usfinally shifted back to the way they were before Seamus abducted me. In fact, it’s better than ever for my husband and I. Our dinner date was like a breakthrough moment for our relationship.
It’s not like I’ve forgotten what happened—how could I? But I realized I can’t stress over it all the time. I’m safe and secure in our apartment, with my husband by my side. Jasper is always there. We have extra security in place. If Seamus tried to get to me again, he’d have an extremely difficult challenge ahead of him.
Thank God.
This entire past week with Perry has felt like a dream. He’d come home early from work and take me to dinner. Or we would order in and spend the entire night in bed. Watching movies on my laptop or getting lost in each other.
Mostly getting lost in each other.
The man has magic hands. A talented mouth. Sweet yet dirty words that set me on fire and make me want him to the point of complete agony. My body aches when he’s so close and my heart aches when he’s too far.
Sometimes, I feel like what Perry and I have is almost too good to be true. We’re too happy, which means something awful is going to happen. Nothing good comes to my life for long. I’ve experienced heartache far too much in my young life, and I should’ve known it couldn’t be like this forever.
Or could it? I’m still not sure.
The weekend was perfection because we spent it together. Monday dawned bright and cold, a winter chill in the air, freezing everything and covering the city in a sparkling white frost. I watch Perry get ready for work from my spot in bed, the covers tucked around me since I’m naked.
“You should stay home,” I say, forgetting all about my wanting him out of my hair only a week ago. “It’s too cold outside to go to work.”
He’s standing in front of the dresser, staring at his reflection in the mirror as he fixes his tie. “It’s definitely not too cold.”
“I think it is.” When he glances over at me, I mock pout. “What? I don’t want you to leave.”
Forgetting all about his tie, he strides toward the bed, pushing his face in mine. “Be honest. You just want to use my body all day.”
Smiling, I grab hold of his tie and yank on it so he collapses on top of me. “You’re so smart. You’ve got me all figured out.”
His mouth is hungry when it meets mine and I respond in kind, sliding my hands down his back, untucking his perfectly pressed button up shirt and ruining his look in a matter of seconds. He doesn’t seem to care.
Thank God.
At one point he shoves the blankets away from me and I’m lying naked beneath his fully clothed body. I wind my legs around his hips, rubbing myself against his hardening erection. “You’re making a mess of me,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Sorry.” I don’t mean my apology at all. I’m greedy and selfish when it comes to this man. I want him all the time. He’s become all I think about. Everything I could ever want.
He lifts his head away from mine, his gaze serious. “You feeling okay this morning?”
I’ve had a couple mornings of nausea, but I get over it fast. The exhaustion is mostly gone. Somewhat. Maybe because now I sleep good at night, secure while wrapped up in my husband’s arms.
“I’m fine.” I touch his face. Streak my fingers down his smooth cheek. Reach for the front of his shirt so I can loosen his tie. “I think you’re going to be late to work.”
He studies me, his gaze lingering on my face before it sweeps the length of my body slowly. But he doesn’t say a single word.
Nervous laughter leaves me. “What?”
