Brothers in Blue A Bryson Family Christmas - Jeanne St. James Page 0,4
ravish me.”
“I did not.”
“You did, too! You couldn’t wait to get a piece of all this.” He waved his hand over his wet body. For forty-four, he was in pretty damn good shape, if he said so himself.
And he still got plenty of compliments when he was in uniform. Yeah, maybe they all came from his mother, but who cared? Those counted, right?
“Actually, if I remember correctly, I was out running and you were stalking me, then you kidnapped me and brought me to your lair to ravish me.”
“Can we just stick to our no-talking pact and get to the ravishing part?” he asked impatiently.
She ran a hand through her long, wet hair that stuck to her shoulders and back. Two kids and almost twelve years later, she was still as hot as when he’d brought her to his home for the first time.
Marriage and motherhood hadn’t dimmed his desire for her. Their issue with having intimate moments was simply finding the time and privacy.
But they were guaranteed the next twenty-four hours and the clock was ticking.
Better yet, his cock was on board with the agenda.
He pushed her wet strands off one shoulder and drew his mouth over her damp skin, licking away some of the beading water until he got to her neck.
“Just so you know, you’ve ruined me for all other women,” he murmured against her warm skin.
“That was my evil plan.”
“You damn well succeeded.” He nibbled up her neck, causing her to shiver, even under the hot spray.
She reached back and dug her fingers into his hair, letting out a little moan. That little noise made his cock flex against her ass.
Oh yeah, they had twenty-four hours, he might take her there, too. He’d have to remember to check to make sure they had lube. If not, there had to be something in the kitchen that would work.
“Hello?”
He mmm’d against her neck.
“You stopped nibbling. In your advanced age, did you lose track of what you were doing?”
“I didn’t. I got distracted by thinking of all the wicked ways I can fuck my wife.”
“Oooh. Last time I checked, I was your wife. I can’t wait to experience all that wickedness. Will you remember your ideas?”
“Pretty sure I will. Have a feeling, afterward, you will, too.”
She turned around almost knocking him backward, but he caught his balance. Barely.
Her hazel eyes were narrowed on him. “I don’t like that grin.”
He dropped his head until his lips were a hairsbreadth away from hers. “You forgot to pick up the soap.”
“Mmm hmm. I know that trick.”
His grin grew wider and he closed the gap between them, taking her mouth and exploring the recesses with his tongue. She wrapped her fingers around the back of his head and deepened the kiss with a moan that rose from within her.
Her beaded nipples brushed against his chest, teasing him. He cupped her breasts which were now bigger than when he first met her, and thumbed both nipples, drawing another moan from her.
He caught both between his fingers and slowly twisted them until she gasped into his mouth. He continued to twist until he knew it was to the point of painful and she finally broke the kiss, panting.
“Max,” she whispered, her eyes hooded and full of heat.
Fuck yes, she was his.
At first, he had stubbornly denied it for months, until the thought of losing her drove him crazy. Then he realized he couldn’t live without her.
And, fuck him, he couldn’t.
They were done talking.
He backed her up against the shower wall and went down on his knees.
It wasn’t to pick up the body wash.
Holy hell, he didn’t remember his knees hurting the last time they did this. He pushed past the discomfort. “Hold on, baby.”
Amanda grabbed his shoulders and he lifted her leg up over the arm he had braced against the tile, opening her thighs. With the other hand, he spread her pussy open.
Fuck yes, that glistening pink center was making his mouth water.
He licked and sucked the outer edges, his tongue sliding between them, tasting her. He tipped his eyes upward to see her head back against the wall, her eyes closed and a smile on her face as the water beaded on her skin.
He wanted that smile gone, her shouting his name and the result of her orgasm on his lips. He sucked harder on her clit until she jerked against him and a low, long, “Ohhhh,” came from between lips that were no longer curled upward but parted, instead.