been as successful if you hadn’t been in my corner cheering me on. Without you, I probably would not have met Allie, the sister I never had. Without you, I would not have faced my past. Without you, I don’t know if I’d actually be here—alive, knowing your love, feeling my own love for you. And most of all, without you, I would not have Rory or Pierce. You made my life what it is and I love you for that.”
Fuck. Why hadn’t he remembered any of that when Kristen was pushing him to the bed? Why didn’t he think of the life they had created together? Because he thought his entire world was falling apart. It had been for the past two years.
He would always hate what he’d done to her, his part in ruining this life he had with her.
Meeting her eyes, he kept his gaze on her expressive dark eyes. Telling him that left her vulnerable, and boy, did he know how she hated being in that spot. She was definitely uncomfortable. He needed to do something to keep her from bolting, to keep her there with him. They needed to get past this bit of discomfort, and to do that, he needed to defuse the situation.
“Heck, all I was expecting was that you love the way I make you laugh or something like that. Not something so deep.”
It worked. She laughed and relaxed in his arms.
“Well, I do love that too.”
“I love to make you laugh. One of the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard … well, along with those little moans you make,” he added with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
Her breathing changed. She took in a deep, controlled breath, her chest rising with it, and as she let it out, her eyes smoldered with passion. He smiled, his gaze riveted on her now flushed face. He loved that she still desired him after all this—his stupid insecurity about her and Todd.
Damn, that wasn’t the whole of it. It was his insecurity about what she felt for him and whether she still did.
He pulled her closer, her hands on his chest, her index finger meandering a path of tingly heat over his pecs down the center of his stomach, stopping at his belly button. Her eyes followed her finger and when she stopped, she smiled boldly.
“You make me moan like that,” she said, staring at his lips.
Oh, he liked where this was headed. Leaning in, he placed his lips on hers in a soft kiss while he lifted a breast and teased her nipple. He grinned against her lips as she moaned for him.
“Like that?” he asked.
“Mmm hmm,” she whimpered as he continued. Leaving her mouth, he took her hardened nipple between his teeth and lightly bit it. With a loud groan, her body arched in response.
“Oh, God! Ethan, don’t stop,” she called out, her fingers grasping his hair, holding him to her breast.
He didn’t plan on stopping. He wanted this forever, if only she would let him. For now, he’d take what she could give him. She was trying. She wasn’t out to hurt him. She was doing her best to figure out the situation he’d put them in.
Rolling her on top of him, he then sat up. And without missing a beat, she wrapped her legs tight around him. As her gaze met his, he entered her, both of them moaning. He needed to be in her and from the way she was clutching him, she needed it too.
Her hips rolled back and forth, moving her along his cock as he threaded his fingers into her long hair and brought her mouth to his, possessing her lips in a fierce kiss.
“You feel so good, suga.”
“I feel really good,” she replied with a wink.
“That’s not good enough,” he said. One hand left her hair and made a quick trek to that magical spot between her legs. When he touched it, she bucked up on him.
“Oh, God!” she exclaimed. He held back for a few short moments before continuing, flicking and teasing her. He loved that she was already so close.
Breaking his concentration were the mumbled voices on the other side of the door. They should have bothered him, but he didn’t care. He was loving his wife until their lovemaking was over and he didn’t care who heard.
She looked up at the noise.
“Ignore it,” he ordered, his eyes on hers. “Focus on this. On me.”
She put up no fight with him and closed her