It was all he could do to separate from her for a moment to get a condom.
He had her against the wall again, her wrists pinned above her head, her breasts arched out toward him. He bent down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, until she cried out.
Then he reached down, gripped her hips, moved his hand on her thigh and lifted it up over his hip before testing her, sliding deep inside of her.
“Oh my gosh,” she said, gripping his shoulders, arching her hips forward.
He almost could’ve laughed. Her saying such a sweet thing in such a gloriously filthy moment. But he couldn’t laugh, because he was too overwhelmed. By the feel of her. The reality of her. He had wanted to do this because it put them back on solid ground. Because it put them back in his comfort zone. But nothing about this was comfortable. It was explosive. And nothing less.
She clung to him, and he urged her to wrap her legs around him, as he pounded home, gave no quarter, gave no mercy. There was nothing but this. But this race to satisfaction. He had forgotten to make her come before he got inside her. But she was panting, desperate, rolling her hips against his as she clung to him.
He buried his face in her neck as he thrust home. As he gave himself over to the thing between them.
And then, he was at the end of his control. He was desperate. Desperate for her to go with him. For her to go before him. But she didn’t. It was like they were barreling perilously close to the same cliff. And then, something happened that he had never experienced before.
They went over together. Shaking and clinging to each other as their climax took hold.
And it was the closest thing to a perfect moment that Justice King had ever experienced in his life.
Chapter Twenty-Two
When Rue woke up the next morning, she felt... warm. Hot even. It was like a furnace had been plugged in right behind her. Then she registered the weight of a heavy arm thrown over the top of her, and deep breathing coming from behind.
Justice.
That’s right.
She was on her honeymoon that was no longer a honeymoon, with Justice.
And last night...
Images from last night flashed through her mind. That second time against the wall... She didn’t even recognize that woman. That woman that had so effortlessly lost herself. Who had given herself completely over to the experience. They had climaxed at the same time. It had been so intense. The most altering experience.
They had gotten room service at some point. They had eaten naked in bed. And now it was... morning. The snow was falling outside. They could go snowshoeing. They could rent a snowmobile There were any number of activities to be done at this place. They could get a massage. She had a voucher for a couples’ massage, actually. Nothing seemed that interesting. Not when they could just stay together.
The thought sent a worrying pang through her system. That moment when they had both come together... It had been like a vow. And it wasn’t supposed to be. This was supposed to be about her learning to cut loose, kind of. But it didn’t feel easy. She felt safe. She felt like she could relax and feel. Except relaxing was the wrong word. Because there was nothing about it that was casual; there was nothing about it that was loose.
It was all just...
It’s happening. Can’t you just live in the moment?
That was something else she didn’t know how to do. She had all of her binders, all of her planners. All of the things that she seemed to believe were going to insulate her from life. From being overwhelmed by the things her parents had been held captive by.
That was the real lesson she hadn’t learned. That no amount of organizing the wedding had made it go forward. No amount of Asher being good on paper had actually made them marry each other.
Maybe what she needed to do was figure out how to exist in the moment. Not be afraid of what she felt. Not catastrophize about what it would mean in the future.
She rolled over and looked at him. He was still asleep. The lines on his face more relaxed, that wicked grin turned down as he snoozed. She reached up and touched a lock of his hair that had fallen into his face, and pushed it back.
It felt like a deep privilege, to be next to Justice while he was sleeping.
Another thing that they had never done before. Another thing they hadn’t experienced.
“Good morning,” he said. His eyes opened, thewhite light from the snow highlighting what a startling blue they were.
“Good morning.”
He breathed out, heavy and filled with meaning. She laughed, butterflies rising up in her stomach. “You know we used to talk.”
