sucked me in. She was so hot and soaked. She rose on my cock, dropping down with a heavy moan, taking more and more of me with each drop.
“How are you still so hard?” she asked in a hoarse voice, her tits bouncing up and down as she kept moving on me. “And why do I want you to keep going?”
“I have no idea,” I answered as I gripped her waist, lifting her as I thrust up.
“Mmmm, I love this.”
I looked into her eyes. “How much is too much for you? Every night? I have to be honest, baby, I’m not sure I’m gonna be able to keep my hands off of you.”
She lifted herself up by grasping the back of the couch, and I pulled her back down on me, giving her every single inch. She rolled her hips and groaned.
“Every day sounds perfect to me. I don’t want you to hold back any part of you, and from where I’m standing, we have months to make up for. I’m still angry at you, don’t forget that, but yes, we better do it every day.”
“Yes.” She looked so beautiful lazily rising and falling on my cock. Her eyes were dilated, her cheeks flushed, lips red and swollen, panting in need. I could already see a small mark on her neck where I had gone a bit too far.
“Now fuck me, Jack.”
“Come here, baby.”
She came eagerly, and I gripped her waist tighter as she gave me her mouth and let me kiss her as hard as I wanted. I thrust up and she moaned against my lips. I did it again, harder, and swallowed up a groan. She broke our kiss on a gasp with the third thrust.
“How does that feel?”
Her eyes closed. “Thick.”
“Good. You’re so good at taking me, Rose.”
The only response I got was her whimper as I fucked her from underneath just like she had asked.
“I’m falling apart, Jack.”
I knew she was close when she started moaning my name and lost her grip on the back of the couch. I increased my pace and she came all over me for the third time that night, nothing but my name falling from her beautiful lips. I buried myself deep inside her as she twitched and shook against me, coming long and hard.
We didn’t move for a long time as we caught our breath. My hands roamed on her back as she trembled ever so slightly. When I could move, I cradled her in my arms and, without a word, took her up to the bathroom and put her straight under the hot water. As it plastered her hair all over her face, I pushed it all back. I couldn’t take my eyes and hands off of her. She watched my every move as I washed her hair and then every inch of her body. She returned the favor in silence, her hands moving across my chest as she bit her lip. When I had her attention, I kissed her softly, licking her lips and then playing with her tongue. She rose up on her toes and wrapped her arms around me as I hugged her waist and crushed her to myself.
I took pleasure in drying her off with a big towel and helping her get dressed in one of my white button-up shirts. We walked down the stairs hand in hand then she sat on the island as I cooked dinner while she chattered endlessly. I cooked her pasta because it was Monday and we had traditions in our marriage.
Our marriage.
I still couldn’t believe she had forgiven me without making me work for it more.
I kissed her a thousand times as she talked on and on. She wasn’t wearing anything but my shirt, and I wasn’t wearing anything but my black slacks.
“I’m so in love with you, Rose Hawthorne,” I said against her lips as she laughed at something I’d just said. “You’re the best part of my life.”
Her laughter died as she tilted her head and looked into my eyes. She smiled a beautiful smile. “And you are mine, Jack Hawthorne. All mine.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Epilogue
It had been a whole month since I’d moved back home and accepted the fact that I was officially in love with my husband. I couldn’t remember a happier month. As if I had conjured him up, Jack walked into the coffee shop, and just at the sight of him, my heart picked up speed. It was as if the bell rang a little