Page 7 of Just Forever

He eyes me for a bit before he bobs his head up and down sharply. “One hour,” he says.

“It’s a deal.”

RYKER

We finally stumbleinto the hotel room sometime between late night and early morning. I don’t give a fuck what time it is, to be honest, because I only have one goal in mind—to get my husband naked as quickly as possible.

Lake closes the door of our room behind him and turns around. His eyes shine as they move up and down me, and he tilts his head to the side. It’s very quiet, so I can hear his breathing pick up the longer he looks at me.

I’m one to talk.

Ever since that first taste I got of Lake, I’ve never been able to stop the craving. Not that I’ve ever tried to control it. Maybe in the beginning, a little bit, but overall I’ve been happy to throw caution to the wind. All caution, when it comes to Lake. Every last bit of it.

He pushes himself off the door and saunters toward me. My heartbeat picks up speed, and my dick is starting to really pay attention now. Not to say it hasn’t been the whole evening, but it’sveryinterested in the proceedings now. Painfully so.

Lake stops in front of me and wraps his arms around my neck. There’s determination and desire in his eyes, clear as day, and it’s just for me.

His body relaxes against mine, and I can feel his heart hammering against my chest. He nuzzles the side of my neck and kisses the spot beneath my ear, taking the scenic route toward my mouth.

“Just kiss me already,” I rasp when his lips land on the corner of my mouth. It feels a bit like having a fever, this need. It makes me lightheaded.

I turn my head to the side and study my husband. He cups me through my jeans and smirks when I blow out a breath. Lake’s in a playful mood tonight. I can read it all over his face. In the devilish curl of his seductive mouth and the slightly quirked eyebrow. In the way he holds himself—one hundred percent in control.

His dark eyebrows arch above the light blue eyes fringed with long, dark lashes. His face is thin and sort of narrow, with high, creamy cheekbones and a slightly pointy nose.

He’s ridiculously beautiful, and whenever I look at him or even think of him, my heart gives a violent jolt in my chest.

The intensity is wild.

My whole life with Lake, to be fair, is a bit of a wild ride.

All the while, his fingers keep teasing me through my jeans until I slide my hands lower and cup his ass cheeks.

He sends me another one of those sly looks and jumps. I automatically catch him, and he wraps his legs around my hips.

And then, finally, I get my kiss. A satisfied rumble rises in my chest, something like a purr, and he wraps himself around me, deepening the kiss. Kissing Lake has always felt simply right. Right and easy. The slide of his tongue against mine. The faint scrape of my stubble against his cheek. The vague taste of beer and the mint he popped into his mouth earlier.

For a while, the kiss is calm and soft. We have all the time in the world and no need to hurry.

Experience dictates it won’t stay this way.

My mouth quirks into a smile.

“What?” Lake murmurs against my lips. He pulls back slightly, eyes imploring.

I shrug. “It’s been a good day, s’all.”

“It’s about to get even better,” he says, wiggling a bit so he’s rubbing against my hard-on.

I take it as my cue and stride over to the bed, where I drop him down on it. He lets out a breathless “Oof” and laughs. Lake pushes himself up on his elbows so he can watch me as I pull my T-shirt over my head and fling it across the room before I crawl on top of him, his eyes a luminous shade of light blue I’ve never seen on any other person.

I kneel down between his thighs and slide my palm up one while I take a moment to appreciate him.

Lake is sexy as hell, and he’s all mine.

“Like what you see?” he asks.

I roll my eyes and laugh. “You know I do.”

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