My hand slips under her skirt, and she damn well parts her legs, leading me to her hot core. Fuck yes. My fingers find her lacy, dripping panties, and my heart’s pounding faster than when I run six miles.
“Fuck,” I moan, pressing my forehead against hers while my fingers cover themselves in her slippery arousal. “You need me, baby. It’s bad. Admit it.”
Her eyes are hooded and flooded with desire, and she lets out the most adorable whimper as my fingers glide through the womanly folds I know so well. I moan again, closing my eyes and savoring the feel of her silky, inviting heat. I’d started to think I’d never be inside her again, touching her like this. But my forefinger and thumb aren’t nearly enough. “You need my tongue. And my cock. Don’t you?” She nods, her legs relaxing more.
The feel of her yielding to me after so long sets every inch of my body on fire, and all I can think about is making her scream my name and dig her nails into my back. I could pull her skirt up over her ample hips so easily. Let her ride me while I suck her tits. Yes, grasp her waist tightly and grind her down over my hard rod until we fade into the same oblivion.
The irony is excruciating. She’s my legal wife, she’s pouring honey for me, and this is the first chance I’ve had to touch her since before the UAE—away from lawyers, mediators, judges, therapists, and our children. But fuck! It’s in my brother and sister-in-law’s cabin while watching their newborn baby sleeping in the nursery next door.Bad idea.
Izzie’s breath comes in little pants now, and I want nothing more than to sink into her again. Fill her with my love. Lose myself entirely in her. But every action comes with consequences, and I can’t bear the thought of these consequences. How could I extricate my soul from hers again? Lasttime, we had the distance of the UAE and oceans to help with the separation. And that still nearly killed me.
I hear the sound of a big engine and gravel as Travis and Faith pull up into the driveway, parking the Chevelle in front of the house.What fucking awful timing!I pull my hand out of Izzie’s panties, reflexively licking her arousal off my fingers to hide what we’ve been up to. Fuck, that’s a mistake. Now, I’m rock hard. Her eyes are dilated, and her jaw goes slack as she watches me, swallowing loudly. I’ve longed for her taste for so long, and it undoes me. I have to have her—the one option out of my reach.
She scrambles off my lap, and I jump to my feet. Turning my back towards the front door, I adjust my Levis so I don’t look like a damn pervert. My hand comes to my neck. Rubbing it, I look down. I feel angry at the temptation, how she opened herself up to me with one look. And I’m disgusted by the way I didn’t hold back, didn’t even hesitate.
The front door opens, and Travis and Faith come through carrying groceries. Taking advantage of the interruption, I offer, “Faith, honey, let me help with those.” Rushing over, I grab the bags and motion for her to sit down. Instead, she heads straight to Izzie, hugging her. “Trav and I were surprised to see your car here when we pulled up.”
Izzie smooths her skirt, motioning for Faith to sit down. Her cheeks burn, and her lips look puffy from mine as she excuses, “I was just leaving. Wolfe’s handling security at the museum now, and we had to go over a few things.”
Handling something. That’s for sure.
Travis gives me a questioning look with his eyebrows raised. I shrug. So, he beelines for Izzie, wrapping his arms around her, still holding grocery bags. “Long time no see, Izzie. What do you think of Ryder?”
“He’s adorable,” she replies with a huge smile, “And he looks so much like you. It’s crazy.”
“A lot’s happened since the last time I saw you. Don’t be such a stranger,” Travis encourages.
“I’m sorry, Trav. I’ve been so busy with the new museum job.”
“You’re the director now, right?”
She nods with a strained smile.
“Nice. I’m proud of you.” The room goes awkwardly quiet, and I look down at my watch.
“I’ve got to get back to work,” I grumble, grabbing the briefcase and paperwork. Nodding at Izzie cooly, I say, “I’ll be in touch.”
Outside, I put on my cowboy hat and let out a long, pained sigh, adjusting my jeans again. I shouldn’t have left her there with my brother and his wife, but she can handle herself. After all, she’s still my wife and their family, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.
I hear the door open behind me, and she follows me out. I breathe hard again at her mere presence and wait to walk her to her car. My thoughts swim through thick clouds of desire. I lean an arm against the Toyota, half-caging her like the other night. But I can tell by her eyes that she’s conflicted. “Please stop this, Wolfe. What if Trav and Faith see us together?”
I step back, dropping my arm and feeling the sting of her words. Incredulously, I ask, “Me together with my wife? Is that so bad?”
She whispers fiercely, “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but it has to stop. This has to stop. We can’t do this again.”
We’re both playing the same fucking game, even if she won’t admit it.“Do what?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Fall back into the same old patterns. The same vicious cycle. And all because we’re horny? It’s time for both of us to move on, and you need to sign the divorce papers because I can’t take this anymore.”
Her words shouldn’t hurt so much, but they find their mark mercilessly, carving a hole where my heart beat a few moments before.How can she talk about divorce when there are so many emotions raging between us?So much passion and love? But then who am I to talk when I can’t decide whether or not I can forgive her for doubting me?This was so much easier when I had myself convinced she didn’t want or love me anymore.
I state the obvious. “You need me, and you want me, Izzie. Admit it.”
“That may be the case, but it doesn’t mean anything. And it doesn’t mean we should be together,” she hisses defensively.
“Baby girl, I’ve never felt you wetter or more ready for me. If we were at my place or yours, we’d be making love right now?—”
“Which isn’t going to fix anything.”
