mine. Wanted to feel the shiver run down her spine when I sucked on it—like that.
“You’re too skilled with that mouth, Mr. Rossetti,” she breathed against my lips that were left wet from hers.
“No such thing. That’s like saying someone is too good of a cook or too talented of an athlete.”
“But I can’t think when you use it like that.”
“Then you’re in luck. Because what I have in mind for you doesn’t require any thinking.”
She huffed. “You’d think after the past three weeks, even you and your Hulk cock would need a break.”
Backing her up against the cabinets, I planted my hands on the countertop and grinded against her. “I appreciate the Hulk comparison, but he’s more like a shark. He never sleeps. And is that complaining I hear?”
She moaned at our friction. “Not on your life, pretty boy.”
I had her hauled up on the counter with her legs spread wide for me in point two seconds. I yanked her leggings down with a vicious tug, the sound of ripping material echoing around the kitchen.
“You prepared to back up all that sass?”
With glazed eyes, she bit her lip in challenge. “You prepared to put my pussy where your mouth is?”
As if she even had to ask.
My upper lip curled. “I’m always prepared for that.”
I bent my head over her splayed thighs and shoved her sweater up to her waist. Tearing her underwear clean off her body, I lashed her slit with the flat of my tongue, sending her back bowing and hips arching for more. I lapped her up with a single-minded focus, having become obsessed with the feeling of her coming on my tongue. The fact that my mouth could cause her to lose all semblance of control had made me greedy for it all hours of the goddamn day. I constantly craved to drain her of her need for me.
I never wanted her to forget who licked her so good. Whose tongue lashing came with a one hundred percent guaranteed orgasm.
Every. Damn. Time.
Only I affected her like this. Just as she did with me. And I wanted that knowledge at the forefront of her mind from the time she woke up every day to the time she went to bed.
Just like it was mine.
She came on my tongue with an uninhibited scream as her thighs quaked around my head. By the time I had her cleaned up and primed for more, she had my pants open and my cock out. I plunged home with a shouted expletive.
My own control had slipped through my fingers the moment she came around that corner and smiled at her husband.
“So fucking good. Hot…tight…and mine.”
Her head thrashed on the counter, her face contorted into an expression of pleasure and need. “Nico! I need it again. Please, again.”
“Yeah? My girl’s got more for me?”
She nodded, her breaths leaving her in shallow pants. “Yes. I always have more for you.”
“Christ. The feeling is mutual.”
My thumb found her throbbing clit and pressed down. She exploded immediately, going off like a firecracker under my hands. On a torrent of curses, I followed right behind her, pumping into her with bruising force.
As we came down from our highs, I lazily ran my hand down between her breasts and rested it on her stomach. I felt her tense under my palm, but I just chalked it up to aftershocks from another intense orgasm.
“I’m sorry.”
She lifted her head at my apology, curiosity etched in her features.
“I don’t think that soreness is going away anytime soon.”
She grinned, shrugging. “There are worse problems to have.”
Her face fell after those words left her kiss-swollen lips. Frowning, she abruptly shoved her sweater down over her hips and pulled her leggings back on with jerky movements.
“What’s wrong?”
She paused, then shook her head. All of a sudden, she was refusing to look me in the eyes. “Nothing’s wrong. But I do need to talk to you about something.”
Usually not words a man wanted to hear. Tamping down the alarm that had my muscles tightening, I braced myself. “About what?”
She pasted on a fake smile. “Let’s talk about it over dinner.” With that, she hopped off the counter and walked over to the stove.
My back molars grinded together.
I didn’t want to discuss it over dinner like a normal married couple. I wanted her to spit it out now so I didn’t have time to lather myself up into a full-blown panic attack. This could be about any number of things. Had Sergei called her, giving her