Page 56 of Stolen Vows
“You’ll help me get the flower if I do this for you?”
His stormy eyes narrow slightly. “Talk about cruelty.”
“That’s my condition. Me for the flower. Take it or leave it.”
It takes several more seconds. Eventually, he relents with a dip of his chin.
This is all I have in my arsenal. I might not be experienced, but I’m not sure it’ll matter one way or the other to this man. I slide my hands up his chest and lock them around his neck before yanking him down to me.
It’s a better plan than nothing at all.
21
STELLA
Leo presses me against the glass, and my immediate thought is of the auction attendees.
Can they see up here?
What would they do if they could?
Would people stop to watch as my husband kicked my legs farther apart, then dropped to his knees in front of me? Would they gasp when he lifted me, hooking my legs over his shoulders, and buried his face in my pussy?
What would theysayif they knew his tongue was diving deep, parting me and plunging in while they stared?
What would theydo?
I’m embarrassingly wet as the ideas race through my mind—so much so that when he pulls back, Leo’s chin is drenched. My palms are splayed against the window, slipping as I attempt to wiggle away from him, but he just clamps down on my ass with those big gloved hands and pins me harder.
“Don’t be shy,” he commands, trailing open-mouthed kisses up the inside of my thigh. “I love seeing what I do to you. I’d fucking walk downstairs with you staining me right now if I didn’t think you’d bolt at the first opportunity.”
It’s hard to breathe when he talks like that. “You’re so vulgar.”
“Andyou’refucking delectable.”
One lick up my seam makes me tremble, and when he flicks the tip of his tongue against my clit, my back arches in pleasurable agony.
“I’m not shutting up about the way my bratty wife tastes. Not ever.”
“Because you’re vulgar. And difficult.”
“You love it.”
I don’t—at least, I don’twantto love it. Still, there’s no denying the little thrill that zips through my abdomen at how much he wants me.
Pathetic? Maybe. But right now, I’m taking any victory over him I can get.
Leo’s fingers slide around and dig into the soft tops of my thighs, indenting the skin, and I reach down to tug at his gloves. He glances up, arching his eyebrows.
“Off.”
“Do you enjoy ordering me around, wife?”
I nod, hopeful that my honesty might sway him. “As much as you apparently enjoy calling me that.”
He ignores my request, diving back between my legs with renewed fervor. My head tilts as his mouth covers me, spearing into my entrance and making my body quake.
Swallowing against the emotions swimming through me, I let my eyes fall closed and focus on my senses: his clean scent, mixed with a hint of hard liquor. The musk of my sweat and arousal cloying to the air around us. The feel of soft leather as he continues to hold me in place, sliding one hand up to grasp firmly at my hip when I start to squirm.
