“I’ll risk it.”
“You’ll give yourself skin cancer.”
“Again.” She pauses, her lips curving into the slightest smile. “I’ll risk it.”
A ragged sigh escapes me. “I don’t understand you at all.”
“Who were you on the phone with?”
Something prickles over me, making me uneasy.
How’d she know I was on the phone?
“I could hear you talking,” she says, as if she could hear my mental question. “Something about ripping someone’s head off.”
“I was talking to Winston.”
She reaches for her sunglasses and pushes them into her hair, her blue eyes meeting mine. “About me and—”
“Don’t say his name,” I interrupt.
“Right.” Her smirk is annoying as fuck. She tugs the glasses back over her eyes and tilts her face toward the sun, the movement making her breasts sway gently. “Nothing like a jealous husband to make your marriage kick off to a healthy start.”
I curl my hands into fists. If that McAsshole was here right now, he wouldn’t have a chance. “I’m not jealous.”
She lowers her leg and now I can see her bare pussy. “Sure you’re not.”
This woman is unbelievable.
Like I have zero control, I go to her, settling myself on the edge of her lounger, reaching out to rest my hand on her knee. Her skin is hot from the sun. Smooth as silk. “Why would I be jealous when I could have this pussy any time I wanted?”
Charlotte lifts her glasses again, her gaze narrowed as she contemplates me. “You really think that?”
My fingers drift upward, from her knee to the inside of her thigh. I can feel the heat from her cunt and I itch to stroke her there. “I know I can. Why else would you sit outside like this? You’re trying to bait me.”
She slaps my hand away from her thigh. “No tan lines, remember?”
“Oh. Right.” I nod, her sassy attitude a complete turn-on.
She’s so full of shit.
I readjust myself on the lounger, pushing in between her legs so she has no choice but to spread them so wide her feet dangle over the sides.
Now she’s on complete display. Pink, glistening flesh that’s just begging for my mouth.
“So if I wanted to go down on you right now, you’d stop me?”
Her hand drops to her chest, her fingers drifting across the top of her breasts. I wish I could see her eyes. “Maybe.”
“Uh-huh.” I grab hold of her waist and tug her downward, bringing her closer to my mouth. She gasps, her nipples beading right in front of my eyes, and for the quickest moment, I wonder what the hell I’m doing.
And why.
Fuck it. I’m running on pure instinct. If I want to eat this pussy, I’m going to.
After all, she is my wife.
Chapter Thirteen