as if every muscle in his body seized at the touch and he made no effort to stifle his groan of gratification.
“Sometimes I think a stiff breeze could excite you.” But her hand squeezed convulsively on his hardness.
“No breezes, only you.” And that was more true than he wanted to examine, even within himself. “Regardless, I will not allow your health to suffer carrying my child. On this, I will not be moved.”
“You’re so darn bossy, you know that, don’t you?” Her hand slid up and down his shaft, her eyes going heavy-lidded and a small moan escaping her lips.
He had always reveled in how much she enjoyed touching him.
“I am what I am.” He did not consider himself bossy, simply right. “And what I am is a man who needs to be inside you.”
She didn’t answer, but then he didn’t expect her to as he slid his fingers expertly over her clitoris and down until he penetrated her honeyed depths, making her body jolt and her hips cant toward him.
She was wet and hot, so obviously aroused despite her arguments that he had to draw on more self-control than even he thought he had to stop himself taking her that very second. He touched her until her slick dew covered her sex, preparing her completely for his invasion.
When he brought her up to straddle him once again, she tilted her pelvis so her opening pressed against the head of his sex.
“Want you,” she moaned as she pressed down to encase him in her drenched heat.
“Yes,” he hissed, the barrier of the condom not nearly enough to keep him away from the knife edge of ecstasy.
He slipped his hand between them, pressing gently with his thumb against her clitoris, so every movement of their hips caused her pleasure to spike. She cried out, and begged him not to stop, which he had no intention of doing.
They rocked together, the urgency growing with each deep thrust of his sex inside her welcoming flesh.
“You are mine,” he growled, watching her intently.
She looked into his eyes, her own dazed with passion, but no words came out of her mouth.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I’m yours,” she gasped out in rapture as she gave the signs that told him she was on the verge of climaxing.
He pressed just a little bit harder with his thumb and shouted his own triumph as she came around him.
Her convulsions sparked his own completion, the only sound coming out of him then a guttural groan as his sex erupted in the condom.
This between them, this at least was right.
Dressed again, Chloe snuggled drowsily in Ariston’s arms. “So now I know why you had Angela ride with the security team.”
“You have been away from my side for three weeks. We deserved some time alone.” Had she not missed him at all?
She’d certainly showed no signs of wanting to get to New York as soon as possible.
“I think we would have survived waiting until tonight to share a bed.”
“Perhaps you would have—clearly I was not so content to wait.”
“I didn’t say I was content.” She yawned, cuddling in closer.
He ate it up. He’d always enjoyed his wife’s affectionate side … or rather ex-wife. Not that she would be that for much longer.
“You have not been sleeping,” he censured.
“I’ve had a lot to do.”
“At night?” He did not think so.
“My mind doesn’t always shut down when my body wants to.”
He did not ask what thoughts had kept her awake. He did not think the answer would make him happy. She’d shown enough reluctance to leave her little coastal town. He’d been forced to come and get her, and therefore had no intention of bringing her worries in this regard to the forefront again.
“Sleep now,” he commanded.
She needed it and he needed some space to think.
She nodded, adjusting her position so she was lying across the seat, her head in his lap.
His plan had gone according to his calculations right down the line, until it came to Chloe leaving her home of nearly two years. Then things had gotten more than dicey. She’d thrown a full-fledged spanner in the works.
Three weeks of cajoling his recalcitrant ex-wife into making the move to New York before they were both retirees had convinced Ariston that he needed to change their schedule on certain things.
Mentally going over the list of things they had to do before leaving New York, he brushed his fingers through her hair.
“Mmmm … nice. Don’t stop,” she slurred as her body relaxed into sleep.
He