“I like her. She gives you shit.”
My gaze slid over her. “I like her, too. Good night.”
I hung up and reached for her.
She backed up, avoiding my grasp. “Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”
“Didn’t want to cramp your style.”
“Don’t you trust me?”
My brows rose. “Asks the wife who tracked my phone to my hotel.”
“I was just curious if you were staying in the penthouse or not!”
She pouted when I only continued to eye her. “And . . . I missed you.”
“I’m right here, angel.” I opened my arms to her. “Come and get me.”
Her nose wrinkled. “I have to shower. I stink.”
“We’re both sweaty.” I went to her. This time, she didn’t pull away. “And I love the way you smell. You know that.”
I put my hands on her waist, sliding them up until I hugged her delicate rib cage just beneath the full swell of her tits. I cupped them through her top, gently hefting their weight, squeezing softly.
I’d never had a fetish for particular parts of the female body, until Eva. I worshipped every inch of her, cherished all of her generous curves.
The pads of my thumbs circled her ni**les, feeling them harden. “I love the way you feel.”
Lowering my head, I found the crook of her neck and nuzzled her, rubbing my damp hair against her.
She moaned. “No fair. You’re all ripped and shiny and mostly naked, and I have no willpower.”
“You don’t need any.” I pushed my hands beneath her tank and freed the clasp of her bra. “Let me have you, Eva.”
I sucked in a slow, deep breath as she reached under the elastic of my waistband and gripped my cock.
“Yum,” she whispered. “Look what I found.”
“Angel.” I cupped her ass. “Tell me you want it exactly the way I want to give it to you.”
She looked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “And how would that be?”
“Here. On the floor. Your jeans caught around one ankle, your shirt pushed up, your underwear shoved to the side. I want my c**k inside you, my cum filling you.” I slid my tongue along the racing pulse in her neck. “I’ll take care of you once I get you to bed, but right now . . . I just want to use you.”
She trembled. “Gideon.”
Banding one arm behind her thighs, I pulled her feet out from under her and lowered her carefully to the carpet. My mouth found hers soft and hot and wet, her tongue licking mine. Her arms wrapped around my neck, trying to hold me. I let her, my knees straddling her hips, my fingers opening her jeans.
Her belly was flat and silky smooth, concaving with a giggle when my knuckles brushed her sides. Her ticklishness made me smile into our kiss, joy filling my chest until it felt too small to contain it.
“You’ll stay with me,” I told her. “Wake up with me.”
“Yes.” Her h*ps lifted to help me yank her pants down.
I freed one leg and left the other trapped, my hands pushing her thighs open so I could see her. Her panties were skewed from pulling off her jeans, giving her just the look I wanted.
She was my wife. My most valuable possession; I treasured her. But I loved her slutty and dirty, too. A sexual object for my pleasure. The one woman who could silence the memories in my head and set me free.