Page 60 of Clear Shot
Hana
It takesus several hours to pack up what we can and take everything over to Johan’s place. Their house seems no worse for wear, other than some damage to the landscaping, and they even have electricity. They live far enough inland that flooding wasn’t an issue and things are almost normal in their neighborhood.
I’m a little embarrassed by my breakdown earlier, and I can’t imagine what Aiden must think. He’s probably trying to figure out a way to leave town without having some awkward talk about our relationship, but at this point, I have to know where I stand. I originally thought I would bring it up calmly and rationally, but my emotions had other plans.
I don’t have time to stress about it, though, because we have to get settled at Johan’s and then we spend the evening making dinner and discussing plans for the next few days.
Juliet is opening Cicero’s, her family’s Italian pizzeria, up to the public. Anyone who needs a meal or something to drink can come in free of charge so Sloane and I volunteered to help.Juliet’s mom and her husband are going to watch both Joanna and Anderson, so Claudia can help as well, and we’re all going to spend tomorrow doing what we can to feed people.
By the time we call it a day and I get into the shower, I’m exhausted.
The storm was scary but these feelings I’m starting to have for my husband are scarier.
I’ve always liked him but honestly didn’t think I could go from lust to something bordering genuine love in the blink of an eye, but here we are.
Well, just me.
I don’t harbor any illusions that he feels the same way.
He wants me physically, and he cares about me, but men aren’t wired like we are, so I don’t expect him to profess his undying devotion or anything.
That’s a given and I’m going to have to be okay with it.
I stand under the warm spray and let it sluice over me.
I’m mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted—a trifecta of fatigue that tells me I’m going to sleep well tonight.
Movement behind me startles me, and I turn as Aiden joins me in the shower.
“Hey, beautiful.” Then his lips are on mine, his warm, strong body pressed close.
“Hi,” I murmur against his mouth.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this all day.” He slides his hands around to cup my ass, holding me tighter as he pillages my mouth with his tongue. Deep swirls and erotic pulls make my heart pound and the spot between my legs tighten with need.
His touch is gentle but possessive, exploring my body as he kisses me into oblivion. A moan escapes me, and I dig my fingers into his hair, kissing him back like I’ve never kissed anyone in my life.
Because no one who’s ever kissed me has been my husband—and I love the way it feels to know I belong to him. It may not be forever but it feels like it and that’s all that matters.
“I need you,” he growls.
“Yes.”
He turns me away from him and rests my hand flat against the wall. Then he lines up behind me and pushes into me with one firm thrust.
“Oh!” It’s beautiful and decadent and sensual, his cock sliding through my wet folds, up and in, over and over.
“That’s right, baby—take it all.” He snaps his hips forward until he bottoms out, and then he doesn’t move.
I’m beyond full, his thick erection spearing me expertly, and I feel him pulsing against my oversensitive walls.
“Aiden…” I moan again.
“You like this?” he asks, biting the side of my neck. “Having your husband’s cock deep in your pussy while I suck on your neck?”
“God, yes.” I’m essentially impaled on him, unable to do anything but lift to my toes and pray for balance.
“What else do you like, baby? Tell me your fantasies.”
