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With each room I showed her, it became easier to picture Kate living here with me. I’d paint in the evening, and she’d sit in the rocker, suggesting colors I’d use because I sensed she had a good eye. Maybe even lifting a brush to a canvas herself.
I could also imagine her cradling our child in her arms. I’d pause in my painting to go stand beside her, gazing down at the beautiful picture of my wife and the child we’d created.
A longing for this life shot through me, though it wasn’t unexpected.
This was an arrangement to get my aunt to release me from my inheritance, but I couldn’t drive the images from my mind.
The ache for something I’d never dreamed of until I met Kate combined with my sadness that it would never come true.
When I put my hands on her shoulders, I didn’t expect her to lean into me, to seek the warmth of my body and the shelter of my arms.
Then she turned and looked up at me, and for a moment, the feelings coursing through me were revealed onherface. She said she only wanted a baby, that she didn’t need love or someone by her side. I couldn’t imagine why she didn’t want love, and I’d never force her to care for me.
I still couldn’t resist touching her.
When her lips parted, I kissed her.
Her arms went around my shoulders like they belonged there.
She moaned and stepped backward. Her hands fisted my clothing, taking me with her. We tumbled onto the bed; me landing on top of her.
A groan ripped through her.
Thinking I’d hurt her, I started to rise.
“No,” she cried, tightening her grip on my shirt.
I’d give almost anything to love her body.
I eased to the side and kissed her some more, enjoying the feel of her mouth beneath mine.
She wore a skirt and top, and as I stroked my tongue across hers, coiling them together, I traced my fingers up her thigh.
Her legs parted, and I sought between them, finding her wet through her undergarment.
She lifted her hips, and I slid them off her, tossing them aside.
I trailed kisses along her neck, and she clung to me as if I was all she’d ever need. I couldn’t imagine being someone’s everything, but for this moment, I’d be Kate’s.
When I slid my fingers under her shirt and cupped her breast, I found her firm nipple. A groan shot through me.
She tugged her bra and shirt up, and I captured her ripe bud, running the tip of my tongue across it while gliding a finger through the wet folds between her legs.
I sucked on her nipple and found her clit, rolling it while she moaned and bucked up to meet my hand.
She was so responsive; I was going to come from the sounds she made. My cock was stiffer than it had ever been in my life, and there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t give to sink it deep within her, to drive myself into her until she screamed my name.
Soon, I promised myself. She’d be mine within days, and with our goal to give her a baby, I’d love her every chance I could.
I only hoped I didn’t burn out completely when she told me she no longer needed me.
That was for the future. Now was for my fingers sliding into her wet passage to stroke her inner walls, for savoring her cries of pleasure.
With my thumb on her clit, her pulse point, I pumped my fingers inside her.
She moaned and urged me on, clinging to my hair while I sucked her nipple and loved her with my fingers.
There’d be no baby from this, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was showing her the joy of giving in to my touch.
