Page 107 of Ly to Me
My eyes grew heavy as I watched her lose herself above me, swirling her hips while one hand fisted my hair, the other flat on my chest, right above my heart. I cupped her breast and rubbed my thumb over her pebbled flesh, letting my other thumb fall to her clit. The contact was enough to send her over the edge, and as she screamed my name, I pushed my cock deeper inside her, wanting as much of her as I could get while she lost control.
I kept swirling around her clit, causing her to shudder in my arms as I took and took. Her forehead fell to the crook of my neck, where she started muttering something as I pulled another orgasm from her body. When her legs began to tremble, those words she was muttering grew louder, and more clear.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I brought her lips closer to my ear, almost certain I was hallucinating. “Say that one more time for me, sweetheart. Please,” I begged, pumping into her with hard and slow thrusts.
“I-I said, ‘I love you,’ you big idiot.”
She whimpered more when I pulled away from her clit and slid my hand up into her hair. I yanked Lyra’s head back, forcing her eyes to meet mine.
“Say it again.”
Her throat worked, eyes softening and unblinking as she repeated, “I love you.”
“Again.”
“I love you.”
I released her hair and grabbed onto her waist.
“Again.”
“I—fuck, Car,” she moaned as I pushed her back down. “How am I supposed to tell you I love you when you’re making my entire body turn to nothin’?”
“If I ever hear you say the words ‘my body’ and ‘nothing’ in the same sentence again, I’ll put you right back in the barn, only next time, I’ll use chains to keep you tied up and I won’t stop until you’re covered in my cum.”
“Mmm, please do.”
I chuckled as I thrust into her, making her gasp. “I mean it. No more sayingthis”—I smoothed my palms up her back—“is anything but perfection.Youaremyperfect, Ly, and I love you just as you are.”
Lyra and I spent longer than I thought we would in The Sanctuary, and by the time we left, day had turned to night. The drive home was quick and peaceful, full of mostly silence, but in a good way. With the windows down and the cool air wafting in, my wife happy and at my side, I could finally picture this being my future.
Our future.
I didn’t bring up any talk of that future as we parked and walked inside our home. There was a fragile sort of line I knew I was teetering on, but fuck if hearing her say she loved me didn’t make me want to cross it.
“You hungry?” I asked Lyra over my shoulder, already heading toward the kitchen.
“Starved.” She toed-off her boots, leaving them next to mine.
“Options are”—I opened the fridge and muttered a curse—“not much.”
“Haven’t thought about grocery shopping lately, have you?” Lyra snickered as she settled on the countertop beside the stove.
I smirked into the desolate fridge. “Food hasn’t been on my mind lately. But you need to eat.”
I pulled out what was left of the bacon and some lettuce, then reached back in for the mayo right before the door shut. “BLT? Minus the ‘T’. Out of that, too.”
Her arms crossed, one sharp, dark brow raised like her plush lips were at the corners. “Are you only tryin’ to feed me so I have more energy for you?”
Setting the ingredients on the counter beside her, I stepped between her spread legs, then took her chin firmly between my fingers. “You don’t need to be awake for the things I’m going to do to you.”
Lyra’s cheeks turned a deep red as her hands dropped to the counter, bracing her body. “Making up for lost time?”
“Making up for everything.”
Her chin tipped down in my hand. “I should probably shower.”
I stepped in closer, pressing my erection to her. Her eyelids fluttered. “This isyourhouse, Mrs. Roland. Go ahead and do as you please.”
