Page 75 of Claiming Genevieve

Genevieve looks away quickly, and a flash of disappointment cuts through me. I take off my jeans and boxer briefs, turning around so she can’t see my erection, nearly glued to my abdomen with the strength of my arousal. I’m so fucking turned on that I’m dripping pre-cum, a pearl of it beading from my tip and sliding down my throbbing cock as I grab a blanket from the couch and wrap it around my waist, hoping that Genevieve won’t notice the thick ridge beneath it.

Or maybe I hope she will. I don’t know what to think at this point. All I know is that I’m alone with my wife, a storm raging outside that matches the ferocity of the desire raging through me now, and all I can think is how badly I need her.

Genevieve looks up, her teeth gnawing at her lower lip, and her gaze drops to my waist. I see her eyes widen, ever so slightly, and she looks away again quickly, a flush creeping up her neck.

“How long do these last?” she asks finally, pushing up from the bed and walking past me, the blanket clutched around her like a shield.

“Eager to get away from me?” It’s meant as a joke, but it comes out sharper than I mean for it to, and I see Genevieve stiffen as she stops in front of the fireplace.

“Rowan—”

“Sometimes they blow over quickly. Sometimes they last for hours.” I walk toward her, unable to stop myself, like she’s a magnet drawing me closer by the moment. “It’s hard to know when you’re in the middle of it. You won’t really know until it’s over.”

I see her flinch. The blanket slips ever so slightly, showing a strip of her pale shoulder, and my cock throbs. Never before has such a small amount of skin affected me so completely, but the slightest sliver of Genevieve makes me feel like a drowning man, gasping for air. A piece of her dark, wet hair is clinging there, and I reach out as if in a daze, my fingers brushing against her skin as I push it aside.

She flinches again, turning toward me with her mouth half-open on words that she never gets to say.

I can’t stop myself. I close the distance between us in an instant, my hand grasping the back of her neck, fingers pressing against her wet hair as I drag her lips to mine. My tongue plunges into her mouth, hot and hungry, and Ifeelher gasp as she arches against me, momentarily lost in the ferocity of the kiss.

I think I hear her gasp my name against my lips, but I can’t be sure. All I know is that she’s arched against me, her tongue sweeping against mine as if for once she can’t stop herself from giving in—and as the thunder rattles the cabin again, all I can think is that I don’t care if the whole bloody place comes down around us.

There’s no way in hell I can stop now.

Her hands are pressed against my chest, and I don’t know if she’s trying to push me away or pull me closer. I can’t get close enough to her. She stumbles backward and I go with her, still kissing her as if it’s the only way I can fucking breathe—and my feet tangle with hers.

We go down to the floor together, my arm going around her waist to catch her weight just in time to get us both down without really falling. The blankets spill open around us, and I can feel her flushed, damp skin against mine entirely for the first time—her breasts against my chest, my straining cock against her belly, my thighs against hers. Just that sensation, our skin touching like this for the first time, is enough to take my breath away.

Her hands tangle in my hair, fingernails pressed to the back of my neck, and I groan into the kiss, every part of me alight with need. I sweep my tongue through her mouth again, tasting her, and then I break the kiss, sliding down her body as I explore everything I’ve been dreaming about for the first time.

Every inch of her is burned into my fantasies—the long, sweeping line of her neck, that I finally slide my lips down the way I’ve imagined, nipping at the sensitive skin with my teeth and easing the sting with my tongue. Genevieve whimpers and arches under me, her legs parting as I reach the sharp line of her collarbone, dragging my teeth along it before I dip my tongue into the hollow of her throat. I slide my hands over her breasts, fingers plucking at the taut, hard nipples before I replace them with my mouth, my hands brushing under the gentle slope of the underside of her breasts.

I expect her to stop me, to push me away, but she doesn’t. Everything has come crumbling down all at once—all of her walls, all of her resistances—and as the storm rattles the house again, I hardly hear it. All I can think about is the feeling of her skin beneath my lips and hands, on finally having what I’ve wanted for so long.

I’m so hard it fucking hurts, but I ignore it. What I want is to taste her, to feel her come apart on my tongue, and I’m going to have that before anything else.

I slip my hand between her thighs, groaning against the taut flesh of her stomach as my fingers slip through her drenched folds. Her hips arch up against me, her muscles trembling as she cries out, her nails scratching over my shoulders. “Please,” she gasps, her voice breathless and shaking. “Please, Rowan?—”

I don’t need to ask what she’s begging for. And I’m more than happy to give it to her.

Teasing her entrance with my fingers, I slide my mouth lower, dragging my lips along her abdomen before I dip down between her thighs. I breathe her in, my other hand skimming along the inside of her thigh as I flick my tongue out and taste her for the first time.

The shuddering moan that she lets out as I slide my tongue over her clit sends a near-painful arousal jolting through me, my cock throbbing as I roll my tongue over her again, savoring the taste of her. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, stroked myself countless times imagining my face between her thighs, and now I have her here beneath me, squirming and moaning as I find exactly the rhythm that she likes.

“Rowan—” she gasps my name, and I groan against her skin, desperate for more of her.

I feel her clench around my fingers, that tight, velvet heat a promise of what I’ll feel later around my cock. I roll my tongue over her clit, fluttering, licking, until I feel her muscles tense and her back arch, feel her nails digging into my shoulders and her fingers tangling in my hair as her moans turn into a breathless cadence of gasping pleas. And then I press my mouth tighter against her, sucking her into my mouth, and I’m rewarded with her high-pitched scream of pleasure, her arousal drenching my tongue and lips and chin.

Genevieve moans my name, shuddering against me as, for the first time, she comes on my face.

29

GENEVIEVE

Ifeel like I’m in a dream—like I’ve left my body and I’m somewhere else entirely now. Outside, I can still hear the thunder, the rain pelting against the windows, the cabin occasionally shuddering with the force of the storm. But in here, there’s just Rowan and me, and this moment where I’ve finally lost the battle with myself and him.

Something about the way he kissed me—the hunger in it, theneed—broke something in me that I’ve been using as a shield all this time. Maybe it will end after this—our agreement is still the same, the contract that we signed hasn’t changed.Nothinghas changed, and yet, with his hands sliding over my body, all over me as he makes me come harder than I ever have in my entire fucking life, it feels likeeverythinghas changed.

I arch underneath him, shuddering, crying out as waves of pleasure roll through me, pulling me under like a tide. I’ve never felt anything like it, and I give in to it—to the feeling of his hot tongue still sliding against my throbbing flesh, his hand pressed against my thigh, his fingers curled inside of me, still stroking, urging on those waves of pleasure that are breaking in smaller, shorter crests now.

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