The Defiant Wife (The Three Mrs #2) - Jess Michaels Page 0,71
his hands slid down her side and wedged between their bodies. He dipped past the gap in her drawers and his fingers found her sex.
She dropped her head back with a gasp of pleasure as he traced her entrance. He sucked her throat as he dipped one finger inside to where she was already wet and aching. She gripped him, grinding against even this small invasion, harder when he added a second finger.
He continued to kiss her throat as he began to pump into her, firmer and faster, curling his fingers against some hidden place deep within her. Her hips moved out of her own control to find the pleasure he was trying to draw from her. It was right there, right on the edge, some new place she had never found but desperately wanted to conquer.
The orgasm hit her and she bowed her back against his free arm. Items on his desk fell, thanks to how they were rocking it, but none of it mattered. Nothing mattered except for the electric pleasure roaring through her veins as he pleasured her.
The ripples of release hadn’t even fully faded when she managed to tug open the buttons on his fly front. She gripped his cock as the fabric fell away, pulling him closer by the hard evidence of his desire for her.
“I want this,” she murmured as she tilted her head to kiss him again.
He didn’t deny her. He slid her forward, almost all the way to the edge of the desk and aligned their bodies. Then he was driving home through her still rippling sex. He cupped her backside and ground against her, bringing her back up the side of the mountain she had just fallen down. He pounded into her, mercilessly, like he was punishing her for endangering herself. Only the punishment was pure pleasure. She gripped his bare shoulders, her nails abrading his skin as she worked her body against hers. It was a war and yet they both wanted the same thing.
When she came again, it was harder than before, the pleasure more focused, and she couldn’t help but cry out in the quiet room. He caught her screams with his mouth, but gave her no quarter as she came and came. Only when she went weak in his arms did he thrust a few more times, pull out and explode between them with a guttural cry.
For what felt like a lifetime, they remained that way. Their arms around each other, their sweat mingling. She didn’t want to let him go, she didn’t want to return to the reality that was so cold when what they shared could warm her forever. Except it couldn’t.
He pressed a kiss into the spot where her shoulder and her neck met. “Did you and Abigail find anything out?”
She laughed because she couldn’t help but do so. “Oh, now you want to benefit from the actions you berated me for a few moments ago.”
“I don’t think I was berating you a few moments ago,” he said as he lifted his gaze to spear hers. “Or would you argue?”
She smiled. “Never with you. Not about that.”
He kissed her and she sighed against his lips. “We didn’t find out anything directly,” she admitted. “Though I wouldn’t call what we did a lost cause.”
“No?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Word will filter back to her that we’re looking. She might reach out to me.”
His mouth twitched. “Again, very dangerous. I don’t like it.”
“I know you don’t. But that doesn’t mean it’s the wrong move.”
“Will you at least promise to tell me or Owen if she does reach out to you?”
She traced his face with her fingers. “I will. Though I’m certain you will be very busy now that you’re back in London.”
“Not as busy as you think.” He straightened up and tucked himself back into his trousers. She could see the lines of trouble on his face as he refastened them.
“Why?” she asked.
He leaned on the desk beside her, his hands right next to hers on the edge. She rested her head on his shoulder. For a moment it was quiet, but she could sense the trouble in him.
“I-I shouldn’t say more,” he said.
She lifted her head and stared at him. “Why?” He met her gaze and her lips parted. “Something happened?”
“I shouldn’t trouble you with it,” he said. “It’s my problem. I’ve just grown accustomed to…to talking to you.”
“But you don’t want to talk to me about this,” she whispered. “What happened, Rhys?”