Page 140 of Every Good Thing
A breathless search for a way to rid me of my dress ends with him gently gathering the hem and slowly easing it over my head. In nothing but black heels and lace, he moans at the sight of me—his green eyes wide and glowing with want.
Pressing his body fully against me, his hand grips my face almost roughly. “You are beautiful.”
He takes one hand in both of his, letting his fingers skim my soft skin all the way to my shoulder, followed by his lips. “And amazing at everything you do—I mean it.”
I laugh at this, though tears speck my eyes again to hear him say it.
He peels out of his suit jacket, dropping it atop my dress. He kisses me hard and deep before trailing his tongue down my neck and nibbling my protruding collarbone. Looking up from the curves of my breasts, he says, “You are my wife,” recalling my tearful words at the hospital. I melt at those words like he’s setting them in stone.
He’s down on his knees again—so much for the suit—watching my expression as he gently eases one leg onto his shoulder and then the other. I go from relief to curiosity to holy shit.
My body flushes hot in a second as he fingers my panties aside and kisses me. Hoisted against him, back against the wall, exposed to the coolness, he takes me ravenously. Supporting and seducing me. Wrecking and rebuilding me. With his hands tight to my thighs, I come so deeply that I cry out, and my entire body shakes. All that tension without him. My nightmares, fears, anger, and love release into the musky barn in this glorious, intense moment.
He slows, breathing against me as my thunderous cries reduce to a soft, satisfied whimper.
Then, he starts again.
When he’s done with me there, my muscles feel like noodles.
He eases my legs from his shoulders, setting my heeled feet on the dirty brick floor one at a time. His strong hands knead my legs, calves, and thighs, sparking life back into them as he stands.
“You’ve totally undone me,” I say, breathless. “And you haven’t even loosened your tie.”
He yanks the tie off and tosses it aside.
“I’ve missed you like crazy.” A devilish smirk appears on his handsome face. “I want every inch of you, as many times as you let me.”
“Take me here. Now.” A giddy laugh rolls off my tongue. “Then, take me upstairs, and let me get you out of that suit.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Smirking, he hoists me against the wall when my legs wrap around him.
In the next moment, he’s inside me—my legs pulling him into me for that first, aching thrust like water for the thirsty. His deep moan joins my higher one. My bare back scratches against the barn’s shiplap, but I like the roughness. His hands claw me as they explore—my face, neck, chest, pressing me into the wall, pressing himself into me.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he says, reading my mind.
With the next thrust, he says, “You are my wife…”
And another.
“For better or worse…”
Another. Holy fuck.
“Till the day I die…” His words sound breathy but stern, and his sultry green eyes fix on mine, piercing through me. Watching me, he moves in and out slowly, dipping himself in before a full dive.
And it’s making me quiver for how good it feels and how desperately I want more.
“I promise… your bed will never be cold or your nightmares uncomforted again…”
“Holy shit, Ben, please.”
Deeper now.
“I promise… my heart, thoughts, and all the words I don’t say…”
Deeper again. I cry out.
“The entirety of me…”
