Page 130 of Impossible Love

Finn

Amy’s completely naked. She gets a kick out of prancing around naked because she knows what it does to me. She sees what it does to me.

I have to unbutton my pants to make room for what it does to me.

She’s the sweetest woman I’ve ever known, not much more than a girl when we first met. And now, on our wedding night, her personality is still girlishly, irresistibly sweet.

But the rest of her is all wanton woman.

She glides a hand down the center of her cleavage, then cups one breast. The nipple goes taut and pert. Then she slides her hand all the way down the front of her tight little body, until she’s touching herself. Caressing herself.

I know exactly what that hot satin feels like beneath her touch because I’ve been there. Many times. My fingers have teased and probed between those creamy thighs so often that sometimes I don’t know where she stops and I begin.

We are one.

And now it’s legal. Paired forever.

‘Til death do us part.

We’ve made plans. She’s happy to be a Navy SEAL wife. She’s turned our modest military housing into a home. She’s made friends and charmed the neighbors. We want four children. Maybe five.

Maybe six.

Amy has a few adorable quirks, and one of them is her preference for eating in bed snuggling up against me. Anchovy and pineapple pizza is her favorite. I hate anchovies.

But I love her.

So I eat the damn pizza and be happy about it.

I love my Amy.

Not a day goes by that I don’t stop to wonder at how I, Finlay MacLaine, became the luckiest bastard in the entire world. I’m the man who got to marry Amy. My children will be fortunate to have her as a mother. And any dependent housing the Navy throws my way will become my home, because she’ll be there.

None of my brothers have gotten married, and they say I’m too young to know what I’m doing. They say I should play the field. But I’m not playing the field, ever again. There is no field. I don’t think there ever was. Because from the moment I laid eyes on her, it’s been Amy and me.

No other woman in my life.

She saunters over to me, and when she’s just within reach, I outstretch my hand and touch her flat belly. The skin here is so smooth. I glide the back of my index finger over it, and her skin reacts to my touch, pebbling with goose bumps.

Amy catches her breath, and her light blue eyes darken. Just this simple touch makes her pupils dilate. Her reaction feeds my own desire.

I wrap my arm around her and pull her close. My mouth replaces my hand. I kiss her abdomen, tasting her sweetness. From experience, I know that she’s sweet everywhere.

Dipping my head lower, I taste that paradise between her legs. She leans back and moans with pleasure, and in one swift movement, I swing her around onto the bed and lie on top of her, resting my weight on my forearms on either side of her. I separate her legs with my knee, and then I sink slowly, deeply inside her.

Just.

Like.

That.

She wraps her legs around me and flashes me a mysterious smile.

“What? You keeping a secret?” I kiss her deeply, feeling my cock twitch and grow inside her, but I don’t move. I’m teasing her now, pretending not to notice how she squirms under me. How she pleads for satisfaction. I don’t want to see her suffer, but it will make her satisfaction all the sweeter.

“I am,” she says. I feel her smile widening beneath my lips.

Then she giggles. That giggle is the most delightful sound I’ve ever heard. I stop kissing her and look down at her face. She’s smiling still. And I was right. It’s not her usual smile. It’s sly and mischievous.

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