It Wasn't Me - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,39

that.”

I tilted my head and studied her.

“What’s wrong?” I asked when I noticed her fidgeting hands.

She licked her lips. “I don’t know what to do.”

My heart melted.

“What do you want to do?” I asked.

“Make a snack,” she admitted.

I gestured at the fridge.

“Honey,” I said softly. “If you want a snack, eat it. If you want to remodel the kitchen, probably might need to hire a contractor first, but do it. If you want to take off your clothes and walk around naked…it’s your house. Just know that I can’t control myself when I see those pretty titties.”

She burst out laughing.

“I don’t usually walk around naked,” she admitted.

“Shame,” I murmured, feeling parts of me come to life at the thought of her naked. Of the thought of walking in the door and seeing her puttering around the kitchen in nothing but skin.

Her eyes went a little hot as she took me in, her eyes going from my head and traveling down the length of my body.

Her eyes snagged on my growing erection that was now filling up the front of my jeans.

“As your wife, you should’ve probably carried me over the threshold,” she teased.

I levered myself off of my lean against the counter and walked toward her.

She held her ground.

“I made a mistake,” I said as I bent down and caught her up bridal style. “I can’t do it for the house, but I can definitely do it for the bedroom.”

She shrieked when my wet clothes met her heated skin.

“You’re cold!” she cried out.

I was cold. The air conditioner was on in my house, and I’d been standing in damp clothes since I’d arrived.

But Piper? She was deliciously warm, and she was squirming up against me, shoving those pretty tits of hers in my face.

And that was when I decided that I should probably do other traditional things, too.

Like make love to her in my bed.

Walking until we were beside the bed, I slowly let her slip to her feet and reached for the hem of her shirt.

She didn’t fight me, nor did she protest when I followed the removal of her shirt by the removal of her pants.

“Step out of your shoes,” I ordered.

She did as I asked and kicked them off, followed by her pants that were bunched around her ankles.

When she was standing in her bra and panties next to the bed, I backed away slightly and took off my own damp clothes, not stopping until I was standing in front of her with my erection pointing at her belly.

She licked her lips and took me in, and I waited while she warred with herself.

When she finally reached out and curled her hand around my cock, I grinned and picked her up off the floor, tossing her lightly on the bed.

She shrieked and started to laugh, bouncing slightly into the middle of the bed.

“You only have one pillow,” she said as she looked around.

“I only needed one pillow,” I admitted.

“What am I supposed to do tonight?” she questioned, wiggling and squirming as she watched me watch her.

I brought my hand up to my cock and slowly worked it with one fist, gripping it much tighter than she’d done moments before.

Her breath started to come in pants as she watched me work myself.

“You can lay your head on my chest,” I offered.

She hooked her hands into her panties and shoved them down her legs, her eyes heated and watchful as she waited for me to move.

“Bra,” I reminded her.

She quickly snapped it off and tossed it onto the floor.

Her breasts shook with the movement, and my balls drew up at the sight.

I let my cock go and put one knee onto the bed, feeling it bounce and bob with my movements as I crawled up between Piper’s legs.

I ran my hands up the length of her thighs, loving the way she widened them without my having to ask.

Her pussy was already wet. I could see the moisture glistening at her entrance, already paving the way for me to enter her.

Her nipples were pebbled into hard points, and goosebumps broke out all over her body when my warm hands met her skin.

“Jonah,” she whispered, shifting slightly underneath my touch.

I grinned and pushed her thighs out wide, then positioned myself solidly between her thighs until my heavy cock was resting against her wet pussy.

The heat of her sex felt like it burned as I lazily started to stroke myself through her wetness.

“God,” she breathed. “I’m close already.”

My eyes skimmed up her