Page 15 of Blood & Lace
I sat down next to him and waited on Onyx to eat. When the seconds ticked by, I realized I was being a horrible husband. I gathered some of the goulash on the utensil and blew on it before offering it to him.
“Je vais t'enfoncer cette cuillère dans l'œil et pisser dans le trou."
Onyx snatched the spoon from me, and instead, offered it to me. My stomach flipped and I happily opened my mouth. The food was warm as it hit my tongue. The taste was perfect, but really, what made it the best dish I'd ever made, was the fact that my husband wanted to feed it to me. I wished I'd recorded the whole moment just so I could rub it in my family's face. Onyx was my dangerous, sweet husband.
He sat back, watching me intently, not picking up food to eat. I went for the other spoon and he snatched my bowl away from me. He scooped a spoonful of food and offered it to me with a challenge in his gaze. The steam that rose from the food wasn't going to scare me away when my husband was willingly feeding me.
I didn't bother blowing it off, taking the steaming hot food into my mouth without pause. The sauce scolded my tongue and throat. My lips parted once I finished swallowing, waiting eagerly for Onyx to feed me more.
Instead of feeding me, Onyx took my bowl and started to eat. A groan that was pure magic slipped free of him, and I perked up.
"You like it."
"Shut up," Onyx muttered between bites.
My husband was eating my food so happily.
***
"Do you even know how to read?" Onyx asked as he eyed me wearily. His gaze traveled over to the door before back to me.
His hair was still damp from the shower. I'd brought only one pair of pajamas for him so he was wearing my oversized shirt. It rested just above his knees, making him look even more enticing. I vowed then and there to destroy any pajamas from here on out. Onyx would sleep in my shirts from now on.
"Yes, I don't do it often, but I found this book and find it really interesting." That wasn't necessarily a lie. I wasn't into reading, but I had caught Onyx flipping through it once at a bookstore while he was sipping coffee. I hadn't had the time to read it but now was better than never.
"Really? What other books by Morgan Aubert do you like?"
"She has more books?"
Onyx snorted. "He does have a few more out, although I've personally only read the publication in French, which is the one you have in your hand."
That explains why I was having a hard time. I knew I should’ve packed myFrench for Dummiesbook. To be fair, today was the first day I'd opened the book.
"Êtes-vous un idiot ou faites-vous semblant de l'être ?"The way the french rolled off his tongue sent tendrils down my spine that wrapped around my balls, coaxing more need into my body. I had no clue what he said, but I never wanted him to stop. I could see why French was the love language of the world.
"Embrasse-moi si tu me comprends."
"Don't stop, say something else." With each word out of his mouth, I grew more enticed.
Onyx shook his head. "Not happening, pervert." He made no move to get into the bed, and for a split second, I thought he'd run and the game of chase would start all over. My husband walked slowly over toward the door, and I watched him intently. He stood there for what felt like hours but was no more than a few extended seconds. Onyx shut the door and turned the light off.
The bed dipped on the other side as he crawled in. The moment he laid down, I pulled him close. His body was stiff against mine but it didn't matter. I wanted him as close as possible. Silence stretched between us, filling the room until it felt like we were in a bubble. Still, I was unable or unwilling to pop it.
"What is that?" Onyx stiffened in my arms.
"Hmm?"
Onyx pulled away from me, and I snatched him right back against me until there wasn't a sliver of room between us. I covered most of his body. He was small and fragile-like against my bigger body.
"Did you bring a weapon to bed?"
I cracked open an eye thinking about his question. "My gun is locked away."
Silence filled the dark room, but I knew Onyx wasn't asleep. His breathing wasn't shallow enough, his body a little too stiff. I rubbed his hip, trying to ease some of the tension out of him as best as I could.
"Then you're hard?"
I stopped moving entirely before a groan slipped free. "Yes."
