Page 150 of A Better Place

EPILOGUE

James

“Good morning, Mrs. Cole,” I whisper into Carly’s ear. She stretches her neck, turning her head to the side, giving me the access I desperately want. I was inside her less than two hours ago, and even though I’m in my mid-forties, I feel like a horny teenager, ready to take my wife once again.

My wife.

I’ll never tire of realizing that.

“Mmm, well, good morning, Mr. Cole.” Her morning voice is husky as she runs her hands up and down my arms, spreading her legs and wrapping one around my hip. She reaches down, her slender fingers encircling me. Just lying next to her, knowing her body is naked and mine forever has me ready for her. “Already? Again?” she murmurs.

“Always,” I answer in a growl and quickly shift so my body is completely covering hers, then plunging deep and without mercy.

She cries out my name, and her hips raise off the bed to meet mine. “Aghh! James!”

I still, a wicked grin spreading across my face.

“Hmm, I think there’s another name I want to hear from your lips.” I take her hands in mine and wrap them around the posts of the headboard, never letting up on my movements.

“Huh?” she asks, playing dumb, her eyes glazed over and lips parted.

“Carly,” I warn.

“Yes?” she teases.

“Tell me what I want to hear.” I stall my movements, and she groans in displeasure.

I lean down, rub my nose up and down the side of her neck, inhaling deep. She shivers and moans my name again, but not the name I want to hear. I pull out just slightly, and her body protests, lifting to meet mine as her legs tighten around my waist, sucking me back into her warmth.

“Captain,” she whispers and giggles.

“Louder,” I demand.

“Captain!”

“Much better. Was that really so hard?”

“Something’s hard,” she chortles, but it’s cut off quickly when I plunge back in deeply, taking everything from her. I worship her body, relishing in the feel of the two of us together, knowing that it should have always been this way but feeling like the luckiest son of a bitch alive that it will forever be this way.

“You and me,” I grunt.

“Yes.”

“Forever.”

“Oh yes. Ah! Captain!” she cries out when I hit I reach down, putting pressure on her most sensitive spot.

My hips continue to move, in and out in a steady rhythm. I shift, coming up on my knees, lifting her so she’s raised off the bed, but I never let up.

Our heavy breathing fills the room as the sound of ocean waves crashing just outside our private honeymoon suite. The sheer white curtains billow in the soft wind, the smell of seawater combined with Carly’s scent overwhelming me, a heady feeling causing my body to prickle in awareness.

Awareness that I’m forever hers.

She’s forever mine.

“Carly…”

“I know,” she says, as if she’s reading my mind, and hell if I don’t think she probably was.

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