I love you.
Sal’s words send Luke’s body, his mind over the brink of love into straight-up white-hot want.
Inside the bedroom, between panted kisses, they fumble with belts, buttons. Luke kicks off his boots while simultaneously stripping off Sal’s thin tank top, her shorts.
His wife—naked. Luke takes in all her glory as she stands in front of him. Curves in all the right places. Sun-kissed skin, the taste of whiskey on her breath, her chocolate-dark hair tangled around his fingers.
Luke’s stomach, his dick, stirs with want.
He has to have her.
Hauling Sal to his chest, hard enough to lift her off the ground, Luke falls back on the bed. With a breathy laugh, Sal lowers herself on top of him. He groans as she presses her breasts against his chest. Groans as she pulses against him. She’s already wet, slick with desire, marking her territory, leaving her trail of arousal across Luke’s stomach.
He cups the heavy swell of her breast, filling his palm with her sensuous weight. Her head falls back, exposing the gorgeous arc of her white throat.
Instead of slipping herself onto him, Sal slowly scoots herself down Luke’s body. She’s moving backwards for his cock. He tries to grab her, to pull her back to him, but she escapes his grasp.
Luke grits his teeth. “Damnit, Sal ...”
“Not yet,” Sal whispers. She grins up at him. Lascivious. “Maybe you can help me remember what you liked?”
She settles herself between his legs. His cock stiffens as she looks up at him with big innocent eyes. Goddamn, she’s gonna turn him into a puddle of a man any minute now. He loves her. Loves her strength, her vulnerability. How she can be shy or bold. Bossy or demure. The sexy dichotomy of this woman—his wife—is enough to make him go nuts.
When Sal grasps his cock, Luke moans. Her hands. They feel like fire. A good kind of fire. One he’d walk through every damn day for the rest of his life if it meant Sal. Sal on top of him. Sal beneath him. Sal on her knees in front of him. Any way his wife wants him—he’s hers.
But she doesn’t take him in her mouth yet. She’s content to tease him, to tempt him, until he’s at the point of no return. But whatever Sal wants. This is for her as much as him.
“Tell me what you like, Luke. Do you like this?”
He shivers as Sal runs her silky hair along his stomach. Leaning over him, Sal brushes her breast across his face. Unable to help himself, Luke catches a dark pink bud in his mouth. Her nipples instantly harden. Sal lets out a giddy laugh and presses her breast deeper. He sucks harder. Her eyes roll back, and she nearly goes limp against him as he drags his tongue over her pert nipple, tasting her heady sweetness.
With a little sigh, she pulls away and slips lower. Her nails dig into his thighs as she presses backwards once more.
“Sal ... ,” Luke growls, his hand threading through her dark hair and gripping as hard as he dares.
Christ, what is he doing?
He needs to be telling her the truth, begging for her forgiveness, not letting Sal beg for his cock. But he can’t redirect his brain—both of them—to focus. Can’t stop the shivers that go through his body at Sal’s touch, the untamed look in her eyes.
Finally, Sal’s red mouth opens as she takes him in. Swallows him whole to the base of his cock. His grip tightens on her hair, holding her in place, guiding her as she moves. Not that he needs to. His wife knows what she’s doing. Has always known.
A guttural bellow of pleasure escapes Luke’s lips.
The way she works her tongue around his shaft, her hands stroking his balls, her fingers gentle, rough, and everything in between.
Luke aches. Fuck. He’s going to come.
“Darlin’ ...” His word is a warning.
Sal pulls back. “No.” Her word a command. Desire darkens her eyes. “I want you inside me.”
He bites out a breath. “You drive a hard bargain.”
“No.” A sly smile on her face. “You do.”
As Sal positions herself on top of him, her thighs wrapped tight around his waist, Luke pushes into her. His entire body goes electric at her softness, her warmth.
Sal arches her back, her head tilted back, her eyes closed. She rides him, rocking her hips. Her body undulates with his thrusts. Her small hands pressed against his chest. Luke can feel the pulse in her palm, mingling with his heartbeat as their bodies rock together.