are so fucking soft on my skin. “Don’t do this to me and make me think you’re mine and then leave again. I can’t do that.”
“I won’t,” she promises.
“You won’t leave me?”
“No. I love you, Luke.”
I cup her chin, holding her still for me as I look into her eyes. “I love you too, sweetheart. But I thought you were smart. I ain’t got nothing to give you.”
“That’s a double negative. So you’re right,” she whispers. “Sans toi, je ne suis rien. Without you, I am nothing. With you, I have everything I need. We’ll figure out the money, Luke. I promise.”
I lift her in my arms, and she curls her limbs around me, clutching me like a monkey. We end up leaning our foreheads into each other. Her ass is in my hands, her breath coming in fast as I start nuzzling her.
I want to sink into her and prove to her that she’s mine. I want to sink into her and prove to myself that she’s mine. I’m shaking with desire and love and frustration as Penny strokes her fingers down my jaw. I groan and peck her lips once. Twice. Softly at first. Then harder. My beard bristling her skin as I start nibbling at her lips. All my emotions coming to the forefront.
“I’m sorry, Luke,” she whispers as I nudge her coat off her shoulders.
I flip us around so her back is pressed up against the wall and my eyes are gorging on her. I visually rake her from head to toe as I drag my hands down her sides. Touching her gorgeous breasts. Squeezing and turning her on.
She wants it. That little hitch of her breath tells me so. She leans up and teases my lips with hers. We start kissing. For real. Holding nothing back. Almost an angry kiss. Almost. But not quite. Fuck, I love her too much. She squirms her sex against my hard cock as her little tongue duels with mine.
I’m nearly cross-eyed as we make out against the wall, kissing her harder and fiercer until I start softening it up. Making love to her mouth. She fucking heals me with her touch, sucking everything wrong out of my bloodstream and replacing it with her own little brand of magic.
I groan, shaking as I try to hold back from taking her right here and now. I could carry her to my bar and fuck her on the counter. Eat her up until morning. Get even drunker with her juices until I pass out.
But she’s my wife. At least in my mind she is. She deserves better. She’ll always deserve better than me.
Instead, I find myself carrying her upstairs to my room. I see the curiosity on her face as I shove open the door to my stink hole and walk us inside. I kick the door shut behind us and head straight to my rumpled bed with the rumpled sheets and drop her right in the center.
Penny pushes her hair back and bites down on this little temptress smile as she looks around. I’m surprised when she turns to inhale me on the sheets, sighing happily as she meets my gaze. She sits up and raises her arms in a slow, sultry move for me to undress her.
Fuck me. This girl will be the death of me.
I reach out and tug her top over her arms, pulling it over her head.
She’s breathless as I grab a fistful of my shirt and pull it over my head.
We don’t break eye contact as I peel off the rest of her clothes, then my own as I strip to my skin.
We don’t stop looking at each other as I lean over her, careful not to crush her, and yank her legs up around my waist. I seize her wrists and guide her hands above her head, lace my fingers through hers, and plunge inside.
I groan at the feel of her warm, wet walls clutching me.
She starts crying.
“Why are you crying?” I stop.
“Because I love you. And I missed you.”
“I love you too. I missed you too.” She’s crying, and I can’t have it. “We won’t be apart again. Ever, Penny. You’re mine now. Where did you leave the ring?”
“Huh?” She seems dazed. Shakes her head, looks around. “In my . . . my bag.”
I spot it discarded with her clothes and reach for it, flipping the lid open and taking out the ring again. I take her hand in mine.