Page 92 of Yours, Now and Always
I had Lucy track down every supplier of Amelia’s favorite discontinued lip balm until we found a warehouse with some left. That’s here too.
There’s a heating pad beneath the loveseat. Painkillers on the table. Her favorite cashmere wrap folded neatly on the seat in case the heater isn’t warm enough. Or if she just wants to feel it against her skin.
And—though Lucy rolled her eyes and said it was too over the top, even for me—I insisted on the lavender essential oil diffuser. The one that always helps Amelia breathe a little easier.
I didn’t choose any of this for the luxury. I chose it because I know my wife. I know what calms her. What helps her find herself again when she needs to.
“Oh my god,” she says when she discovers the truffles. “You would get so lucky tonight if I didn’t have my period.”
My brain doesn’t turn to filth immediately. It takes a second. Two, maybe. Because Iwasn’tthinking about getting her naked in here. I was thinking about water. Advil. Somewhere to put her feet up.
But now I’m thinking about her mouth.
“You’re trying to kill me,” I groan as I move closer.
She pops one of the truffles into her mouth, eyes fluttering shut, and moans.
Fuck me.
The sound hits low. Too fucking low for the options I’ve got right now.
“Jesus, Amelia.”
I crowd her, backing her against the fabric wall of the tent, one hand on her waist, one in her hair. “You moan like that, and you really think I’m not going to lose my fucking mind?”
Her eyes flare with heat. Her hands come to my jacket. “It’s not my fault they’re so good.”
“No,” I say, lowering my mouth to her neck, kissing my way up it and losing myself in her perfume. “It’s your fault I’m thinking about that mouth wrapped around something else.”
She breathes in sharply. I feel it all the way down.
“You keep looking at me like that—” I graze my thumb along her jaw “—you’re not making it out of this tent without me marking you.”
Her fingers tighten. Her body presses in, every part of her begging without words.
And then she looks up at me, fire in her eyes. “Stop wasting time, Gage. Just ruin me already.”
My control snaps.
I crush my mouth to hers. No patience. No softness. Just everything I’ve been holding back all fucking day.
Her arms wrap around my neck as our bodies come together, my hand in her hair, my mouth devouring hers like it’s the only way to breathe.
She moans into the kiss, and this time, I don’t even try to survive that sound.
I deepen the kiss instantly—tongue, teeth,mine—dragging her bottom lip between my teeth, not even caring if it bruises her. I fucking want her marked. I want every fucker to see me all over her.
Her back arches off the tent wall, chasing me. Like she’s starved for me. When she moans again, I growl into her mouth,grip her hair harder, and swallow every goddamn sound she gives me. It’s as if all my restraint today wasfueland I’m finally allowed to burn.
She tastes like chocolate and trouble I’d beg for.
And Iwouldfucking beg for her.
Amelia gave me her full truth today. All her possessiveness. All her jealousy. All her obsessive, unhinged devotion.All for me.And fuck if that doesn’t make me want to bury myself so deep inside her that she forgets she was ever anything but mine.
I reach a hand under the skirt of her dress and grip the back of her thigh so I can pull her leg up around me. I’m not gentle. Not when I’m running on this kind of pure, feral need.
“I’ve been holding back all fucking day,” I growl against her lips, voice fraying. “And then you saythatto me?”
