out when the doors opened on the top floor. He’d booked a suite because he could, and because tonight was special.
His hand shook as he shoved the key card into the slot.
It beeped red.
Gavin growled and tried again. Finally, the light turned green. He shoved open the door, threw their bags inside, and turned around to reach for his wife.
They hit the wall again, grinding into each other. “Turn around,” he ordered.
His fingers shook again as he lowered the zipper to her black dress. If he weren’t so desperate, he’d take his time. Undress her slowly and kiss every inch of exposed skin, but that would have to wait for another time.
The dress pooled at her feet, and she kicked it aside as she turned around. She stood before him in nothing but stiletto heels and a thong. Gavin made a noise that was barely human as he wrapped an arm around her waist and dragged her close. She kissed him with an unguarded passion that had been missing for so long. She had been missing for so long. This feisty woman he’d fallen in love with. And God, he’d missed her.
Between their bodies, Gavin slid his hand down her stomach, and she arched with a moan. When he reached her wet curls and parted her with his finger, she cried out and lifted her hips into his touch. God, if he could make her come just like this, standing here as she rode his hand.
“Gavin,” she said, gripping his head. “Make love to me.”
Gavin palmed her ass and hoisted her in his arms. Her legs went around his waist, the heels digging into his ass. She was so keeping those on.
He stumbled toward the bed and lowered her to the mattress. His hands whipped off his shirt and fumbled with the zipper of his pants, which were already about to burst. Thea shimmied out of her thong, leaving her bare but for those shoes.
Gavin groaned and fell to his knees at the edge of the bed. Time to put the book lessons to good use.
“Gavin, what are you doing” Thea whispered. “I want you.”
“Let me love you like this first,” he said, thanking God that Lord Sex Machine knew the right things to say.
Gavin slid his hands under her ass and leaned forward until his lips touched the seam of her desire. “Oh my God,” Thea panted, her fingers fisting the comforter.
Gavin blew on her heated skin and was rewarded with another gasp, another arch of her back. When he parted her with his tongue, her guttural groan nearly made him explode right there.
He licked until she squirmed, alternating between gentle flicks of his tongue and sucking on her swollen nub. Her moans made him wild, but he pulled back to let her breathe. Something he learned from Lord Happy Tongue. Let her adjust to the sensations before going deeper. Use words, not just body.
He blew gently on her heated skin again. “I love the w-way you taste,” he said, licking slowly up and down.
He’d never thought to tell her that before until the book. She reacted as he hoped. She hooked a leg over his shoulder. “You do?” she whimpered.
“I could kiss you and feast on you all day, Thea,” he growled.
Her hips lifted, seeking his mouth again. This time when he lowered his lips to her clit, he worked two fingers inside her. Pumped them in and out in time with his tongue.
Thea bucked. Her hips pumped against his face. Her hands were in his hair.
He increased the pace to match hers.
Her thighs began to tremble.
Her moans became whimpers.
Her pleasure built until she was writhing. Writhing. And it was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen. A wave of tenderness washed over him as potent as the lust surging through his veins. She was his wife. The love of his life. And for three years, he had failed to make her feel this way. To make her feel safe enough to be open to feeling this way. He had failed her so many ways, so many times. He wasn’t failing her again.
“Gav . . .” She couldn’t say his name. She was so close.
“Yes. Yes, oh, God.”
Her fingers dug into his scalp, and she wrenched her head back with a cry. Her body shook. Her intimate muscles clenched and pulsed around his fingers. Her hips lifted into his face for one last grind against his mouth.
And then she went limp. Her throat cry faded into a soft