I would’ve planted her ass right on my desk and fucked her until she couldn’t take it anymore.
Her hand slid from my shoulder around my neck, and her fingers grabbed hold of my hair, her other hand gripping my bicep. I didn’t think she realized what she was doing or the fact that she was moaning and melting into me, pressing and pulling at the same time as I took her mouth ruthlessly. I’d been so hungry for her touch and taste.
The more I demanded she give me, the quicker she responded with more. Maybe this marriage thing hadn’t been the worst idea I’d ever had. Maybe things would work out just fine.
We were both reaching the point where we’d need to take a breath, but I wasn’t sure I could let go. She abruptly pulled back, deciding for me as she let my hair go and rested both her palms against my chest. We were still standing close enough to breathe in each other’s air, our heads tucked in together, still close enough for me to go for her lips and pull her back into the kiss so she wouldn’t have time to think about it.
“Yeah.” She cleared her throat. “That was better, I think,” she croaked, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her breasts and hardened nipples rubbed against me with each and every breath. I was seconds away from lifting her up onto my desk and taking her little fake experiment further.
“You want to try again?” I asked, my own voice just as rough as hers had sounded. I used my thumb to caress her jawline.
“Uhh…” She swallowed and unfortunately remembered that she was touching me. She took a healthy step back, causing me to reluctantly let go of the back of her t-shirt. “I think we’ve got it down now. We should be fine, I think. I’m guessing, I mean.”
I shoved my hands back into my pockets so I wouldn’t grab her and pull her back against me, starting something we would have even more trouble stopping. I noticed her eyes drop down to my waist, where she could clearly see my outline, and then she was backing away. I had to lock my body to stop myself from tracing her steps and asking for another go.
She cleared her throat. “I have to wake up early tomorrow, so I’m going to try to get some more sleep. You staying up late?”
I forced my body to relax and straightened, walking behind my desk. I sat down. It was the only way I could stop myself from going after her. I opened my laptop.
“I’ll come up as soon as I’m done here.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”
I looked up from the screen and into her glazed eyes. Yes, she’d see me the next day, and hopefully every day after that. I was going to make sure we finished what we’d started soon enough. I was going to do everything in my power to make sure she wouldn’t want to let go of me. The guilt I had for deceiving her was still there, but I would tell her everything when the time was right, no more holding back. I’d be anything and everything she would want and need me to be.
“Yes, Rose,” I replied softly. “We’ll see each other tomorrow.”
She nodded and, while still trying to back away without breaking eye contact, bumped into the floor lamp next to the door. When she winced, I stood up.
“Are you okay?”
Her hand shot up. “No, sit. I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m fine. I’ve bugged you enough, so you just get back to work.”
“You could never bug me, Rose.”
She froze then laughed, and for the first time, it seemed forced and tight. Her eyelids drooped and she glanced at the floor. Pushing her hand behind her back, she moved it around until she was able to grasp the door handle and open it. Eyes on me, she backed out of my room.
“Nice touch—a very husbandly thing to say. So, good night then.”
“Sweet dreams,” I said, and she hesitated as she was closing the door.
“What did you say?”
“Sweet dreams.”
“That might be a very, very bad idea, so let’s all have normal dreams instead—normal and alone dreams.”
I tilted my head and narrowed my eyes, studying her expression. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Perfect. A little flustered, actually, because kissing you is a little weird, so excuse my weird behavior.”
I raised an eyebrow, confused. “Kissing me is weird?”
“Yeah. You know, you’re my husband, blah blah blah,