Page 47 of Dangerous Encore
"It really is criminal how good you look in a suit." I press my palms against his chest and my hips against his. Fuck yes. Without the skirt, I can feel his hard-on through hisslacks.
And Ineedit.
Now.
I tug the knot of his tie loose. "But I needitgone."
He undoes his tie and tosses it aside. Then the suit jacket. Shoes. Socks.Slacks.
I watch him push his boxers to hisknees.
That's my husband, naked in frontofme.
Fuck, it really isromantic.
He scoops me into his arms and carries me back to the bed. We fall onto the sheets, a messy tangle of limbs. My lips find his. My hands roam over every hard inch of his body. It's like I'm rediscoveringhisbody.
Myhusband'sbody.
Fuck, the thought of it makes medizzy.
I slide my hand down hisstomach.
Past that soft tuft ofpubichair.
My palm brushes against his cock. I rub his tip with my thumb until he's groaning into mymouth.
"Vi." He drags his lips down myneck. "Fuck."
I wrap my hand around him. I need him inside me. But I need to feel him shuddering with desirefirst.
He nips at my neck as Istrokehim.
His teeth sink into my neck. I let out a groan, half pain, halfpleasure.
"Don't stop." I stroke himharder.
He bites meharder.
Fuck.
I can't take it anymore. I drag my hand up his stomach and chest. Around his side. My palm presses againsthisback.
I pull his body on topofmine.
I look up at Ethan as I wrap my legs around hiswaist.
He looks down at me as he pins me tothebed.
His tip strainsagainstme.
Slowly, he slidesinsideme.
Fuck.
"Ethan." I stare up intohiseyes.
He stares back atme. "Vi…"
