Nailed - Opal Carew Page 0,76
towel flung over a chair.
“I told you it’s over, River. Just accept that and move on.”
“But I don’t want to move on.” She stepped toward him, intensely aware of his nudity. His broad, muscular body. His big cock hanging down. She wanted to strip down and convince him of how much he wanted her. To show him how good they were together.
But that was sex. What she really wanted to tell him was something much deeper and more lasting.
“What do you want, River? An open marriage where we both have sex with other people? Even if you don’t take other lovers … that isn’t what I want. I want a marriage where we’re committed to each other. Where we’ll do anything to make it work.”
“That’s what I was trying to do.”
Sadness glazed his eyes. “I know, baby. You were doing the best you could in a bad situation. I don’t blame you for it not working. It was just never meant to be.”
She stepped toward him. “Kane, please. Can we try a little harder?”
He started to shake his head but she grabbed his hand.
“Please, I…” She drew in a shaky breath. “I’ll do anything. Because…” She stared at him, trying to keep the tears from flowing. “I’m in love with you.”
At the shocked expression on his face, she rushed ahead. “I know you don’t feel the same way, and maybe by telling you I’ve ruined everything. But I want you to understand that that’s why I’ll do anything to make this marriage work. And to make you happy. Even stay on the sidelines while you—”
His lips captured her, cutting off her words.
His tongue delved deep, forcing her mouth wide. He invaded her. Claimed her. And she melted against him.
Was he doing this to shut her up, and then he’d scoot her out the door? Or as a kindness so she wouldn’t make a fool of herself and beg him to take her back?
His arms tightened around her and she felt his cock swelling between them. She couldn’t help herself. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked. He murmured his approval, but didn’t stop kissing her. Then she felt herself tipped back on the bed. His tongue still mastered her as his big, naked body covered her.
She’d worn a skirt and she felt his hand glide underneath and find her panties. He stroked over the thin fabric, then his fingers tugged it aside and he teased her intimate flesh. As his fingers stroked her slick folds, then brushed against her opening, she arched to him, already wet with need.
He shifted and pressed his hard cockhead against her, then watching her eyes, pressed forward. Her breath caught at the feel of his thick, hard flesh gliding inside her. Stretching her as only he could do. She moaned into his mouth as he pushed all the way inside, filling her with his considerable length. She squeezed him, feeling the veins on his shaft throbbing inside her.
She gazed up at him, wide-eyed, seeing the intense need in his eyes.
He had her pinned to the bed, his big cock inside her, unmoving. It was as if it had become a part of her. Joining the two of them. Making them one.
He drew back slowly, and glided inside again. Every nerve ending quivered with joy.
“So you say you love me?” He drew back and glided deep again.
She nodded, her breath quivering at the feel of his long, sensuous stroke.
“Say it,” he said.
As if sensing her inability to speak with his cock stroking her, he paused, fully inside her.
She drew in a breath, her gaze locked with his.
“I love you.” The words came out breathless.
He smiled. Big and broad. Then he drew back again. And forward.
“And that’s why you want to stay married to me?”
She nodded. “Whatever we have to do to make it work. Whatever will make you happy.”
He drew back and pushed forward again.
She clung to him. “I’ll wear whatever clothes you want, whatever hairstyle or nails you want me to so I’ll fit into your life.”
His eyes grew fierce and he kissed her hard.
“I’ve never cared about any of that. I’m sorry I ever made you feel I didn’t accept you for exactly who you are. I only made the suggestion I did to try to protect you. But I should have realized that all you really needed was to know that I was behind you.” He cupped her head in his hand and gazed deeply into her eyes. “And I am. Always.