The admission had been softly spoken, but it had hit her straight in the heart. And she would keep it there, locked tightly within, forever.
“You’re so bloody beautiful.”
Her eyes lifted to his, finding him watching her. She had to swallow to find her voice. “That is only because I’m naked.”
“You are always naked when I’m looking at you.”
Oh.
The thought of him imagining her naked all the time stole the breath from her lungs.
“That sounds rather exhausting.”
A devilish smile curved his lips. “I have quite an active mind.” He traced a finger over her calf. “Your skin is so delicate. So soft.”
Willow moaned, barely recognizing the soft purring sound that emerged from her throat. “You’re so wicked.”
This man, her husband, had in a mere week stirred her more than anyone she had ever known. God help her, her mind and body ached for him. It was impossible to shake away the images of all the wicked things she wanted him to do to her. Even knowing he was a controlling, rule-obsessed man. Even knowing he was stubborn to a fault and that it would take a small miracle to get him to change his mind about her sister, about the rules, about how she should live her life. Even knowing all that, she still craved him fiercely. And if that made her wicked, then so be it.
He was once again on top of her, one large hand cupping her breast, his hard sex nestled against her core. He teased her nipples to tight arousal.
“We cannot possibly do it again,” she murmured as his tongue circled the sensitive bud, sucking gently.
The way his eyes darkened at her declaration caused awareness to sizzle along her every nerve ending. “I beg to disagree.”
She squirmed beneath him, and he entered her in one smooth stroke. A soft gasp pushed through her lips at the pleasure that tightened low in her belly.
Willow sifted her fingers through the thick, silky strands of his hair. And she knew then, wrapped in his arms, that she could be content forever there. The challenges they faced, the disagreements they held, paled in comparison to the glory of this moment. She sketched the image of them, just like this, in her mind and tucked it away into her heart. Perhaps this could be a beginning.
Tension coiled deep as he rocked inside her, thrusting harder, and harder, until she soared over the edge.
Later, when the damp sweat on their bodies dried and the air had once again turned cool, a wandering hand traced her calf yet again. A slow smile curved her lips, mischief on its edges. “Again?”
“And again and again and again.”
