known the all-consuming love that filled her. Love for her husband. Love for their baby. A smile graced her lips and she kissed the side of his neck. It didn’t matter how they got there, only that they had.
“I remember something about showing you how happy I was.” She nipped along his jaw and his hand tightened on her hip.
“I think you might be right.” Without warning, he swooped in and lifted her into his arms, carried her through the door bridal style. Harper laughed and clutched at his neck. Ethan kicked the door closed and strode to the bed where he tossed her into the middle of it.
His dark eyes roved over her body and he tugged at his tie.
“You have thirty seconds to get naked, Mrs. Wentworth.” Her sex pulsed when she heard him call her that. He shrugged out of his jacket and tossed the tie aside. Then he started on the buttons of his dress shirt. “Twenty three seconds,” he warned in a low voice.
Goose bumps raced along her skin and she lifted herself up to her knees. “Or what?” she asked breathlessly, her mouth going dry when his bare chest came into view.
“Or I am going to lift that dress, crawl between your legs and see just how long I can keep you hovering on the edge while you beg me to please let you come.”
All the breath left Harper in a long whoosh.
“Twelve seconds, Harper.” His eyes had taken on a dangerous glint and the corner of his lip lifted. His pants were on the floor now and she could see the hard ridges of his cock straining against the tight black boxers.
As much as she loved being teased by him, she really wanted to feel him inside her. The dress was over her head and on the floor before he got to ten. All she had on were her white lacy panties and she slid them off without waiting for him to tell her to.
“My greedy greedy girl.” His deep chuckle filled the room. The boxers were gone and the bed dipped as he crawled toward her. His gaze focused between her legs and she let them fall open, baring her wet folds. His growl of approval sank down into her bones.
“Ethan,” she gasped as his lips trailed a path up her inner thigh.
“Let me show you how happy you’ve made me first, Harper. I need to make sure you know just how much.”
She closed her eyes and let her head fall back onto the bed.
He showed her three times with his mouth and fingers and when he finally moved between her legs, when he finally sank inside her, filling her body and her heart, she could do nothing but tell him that she was his, over and over again.
“Can’t sleep?” Ethan asked, coming to stand behind her as she sat at the desk, pen in hand.
His voice was gravely from sleep and she leaned her head back against the hardness of his stomach. He stroked his fingers over her hair and she sighed with contentment.
“It’s a letter to my father.” She looked down at the words she’d been struggling with for the past twenty minutes. “I’m....struggling with it.”
He’d pleaded guilty in exchange for a lesser 25-year sentence. Harper had not been to visit him once. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to, which was why she needed to write the letter.
All I can do right now is my best. I can’t promise I will ever be able to forgive you and I know we can’t ever go back to what we used to be, but I can promise you that I’ll try. Maybe one day I can look past this last year and feel something other than anger at you and when that day comes, I hope that we can figure out what we are again.
“You don’t have to finish it tonight. Come back to bed. You don’t have to say a thing until you’re ready.”
The solid heat from Ethan’s body had sunk into her shoulders and she turned and kissed his skin. With one last glance at the page, she reached over and flicked the lamp off. Ethan was waiting for her, and so she climbed onto the bed, spreading out along his side and wrapping an arm around his waist.
He pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Everything that was important to her was right there, in that bed.
“You stole my heart from the minute I looked