“No. I don’t. I tell you,” he agreed. “Show me your breasts. I was wrong. We don’t need to talk, Nell. I need to show you how I feel. I need to remind you why you chose me in the first place.”
She’d chosen him because she’d fallen for a man who hadn’t existed. She’d married him because he’d been half her soul. But she’d been attracted to him for this. She’d been drawn to his darkness.
It was a huge mistake, but one she seemed incapable of avoiding. Her hands went to the buttons of her blouse. She wanted nothing more than to forget the whole day had happened, to pretend it had all been a bad dream. She would wake up and tell him and he would laugh. He would growl in that oh-so-sexy way of his and roll her over and make love to her. They would start plotting a superhot spy book.
She felt the air on her breasts, the way her nipples had tightened. Her blouse was loose enough that she hadn’t worn a bra. Despite the fact that she was barely through her first trimester, she would swear her breasts were already bigger. And they were so sensitive.
Henry dropped to his knees and his hands went to her hips, holding her in place as he leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth. He tongued the ring there, darting around it before gently tugging on it.
Her body went electric, and she didn’t care about anything but how this one man could make her feel.
One hand came up to toy with the ring on her other nipple.
He was the only man who’d ever seen her like this, who she’d ever trusted enough to open herself up to.
He switched to her other breast, tonguing it and laving it with affection. She let her hands drift to his hair. So soft. When he’d first come to Bliss he’d kept it short, but over the years he waited longer and longer between cuts, and she liked running her fingers through it.
“Do you have any idea how much I adore these?” He twisted the ring just enough to make her gasp. “I love the fact that you look so fucking sweet and innocent on the outside, but under your clothes you’re my dirty girl.”
There was nothing dirty about sex, but even she liked dirty talk. She loved it when her oh-so-staid husband spit out the filthiest sex talk. All for her. Henry hadn’t so much as looked at another woman since they’d gotten married. He wasn’t the kind of man who flirted with other women. He was focused on her.
Or that was what he wanted her to think.
His hand tightened on her hip. “Don’t. Don’t fucking think about anything but right here and now.”
There was the hint of threat to his tone, that stern warning that if she didn’t comply he had ways to make her. Again, it was all a sexy game and one that always brought her back to exactly where she wanted to be. In the moment. No past. No future. Just pleasure.
Henry had given this to her. All of her sexuality was wrapped up in him.
What would she do without him?
Henry stood, his hair mussed and gaze dark. “Put your hands on the table, Nell. Palms down flat, and spread your legs for me.”
Alarm bells were going off, but she didn’t care. She wanted to stay in the moment with him because deep down she feared it might be one of their last. No matter how afraid she was, she wasn’t sure that was enough of a reason to let him stay.
Was she going to kick her husband out of the home they’d made together?
His hand found her hair, sinking in and forcing her to look up at him. “Did you hear what I said, Nell? Or do you want me to grab a crop?”
She didn’t take the question as a warning. He was truly asking her what she wanted. When she was so wound up she couldn’t process her basic emotions, sometimes pain helped her release it. She’d had a therapist tell her once she’d been taught not to be emotional as a child because of what had happened when her mother was taken away. The therapist had suggested a virtual rebirth, group sessions, primal scream therapy.
Henry had taught her what worked for her. A hard-core spanking followed by nasty sex.
She couldn’t take the spanking right now. Not from him, and if it couldn’t come from him it wouldn’t happen. But she would take the sex. Especially the way he was offering it to her.
She pushed past him and did as he’d instructed, pressing her palms flat against the table where they sat and ate and talked and dreamed.
No. She refused to let those memories seep in. This was about getting what she needed. She needed an orgasm. She needed to be in her body and not her head. Just a few moments of respite before she had to make some hard decisions.
She hissed slightly as Henry dragged her skirt down and exposed her to the cool air of the cabin.
“Wider.”
She moved her feet out, the waist of her skirt trapping her ankles and giving her the delicious feeling of being restrained for him. She heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt and it clanging to the floor as he moved in behind her.
“God, I’ve missed this.” He gripped her hips and his cock nudged between her legs.
She’d missed everything about this. She’d missed the physical sensations, but beyond that she’d desperately missed being this version of herself. For months she’d been this fragile thing that needed to take care only of the life
