the shiny table surface as my eyes were dead-locked on Arjen’s. He was all I’d thought about all day, and it appeared to take a lifetime to cross the table to feel the burn of the sexual heat he gave off.
Where I should have been thinking financials and more versatile distribution methods today, I was thinking about my husband’s dick, the way he used his tongue, and the way he moved his body to back up every action he initiated on me.
I had left a handful of duties with Marshawn in order to get a few extra hours with Arjen, and I was now finding out that I had made a good decision.
When I reached the edge of the table, he leaned up to receive a kiss. It was supposed to be a peck, but when his hot tongue swept across my lips, I couldn’t help sliding my tongue along the slippery surface of his. Eventually, I backed, adjusted, and turned so that my legs dangled off the table, putting him in the V of my splayed legs and placing my ass in the spot he had pointed out.
His hands were at my hips, his eyes running up the expanse of my body and flaring at every spot that turned him on the most. When his hungry gaze met mine, we froze. I couldn’t move, and apparently neither could he. The raw passion was fused with that little something extra, the key to a deeper connection, that I believe had always been between us.
He reached up and sent his fingers gliding through the edges of my hair until they brushed the warm flesh of my neck. The quick change in our tempo, his searing gaze, and delicate stroke caused my heart to flutter as the jittering beats danced around in my stomach.
My lips fell apart, chasing my runaway breaths. When I’d gotten myself together enough to think, he leaned in and placed a tender kiss on my lips and kept me in this mysterious place with him.
“What is this?” I asked. “What are you attempting to accomplish with me, Arjen? Are you trying to make this a real marriage? Have you settled for me all of a sudden?”
Why was I asking him these stupid ass questions in the midst of so much passion? My mind didn’t know when to disconnect from my mouth sometimes.
“I’m not settling for you, Mecca. Deep down, the day we met, I picked up on a note of our connection, one that doesn’t have anything to do with settling. It was an automatic reaction, and I know I wasn’t the only one that felt it.”
He was right. These sensations weren’t the first I had experienced with him. They had touched me at our wedding when he kissed me, but now, they had grown so strong that they had me fighting to stamp them back down.
“I’ve never had a home, Mecca. Yes, I’ve lived in some nice houses afforded to me by this life I was born into. However, I’ve never felt level, supported, solid, content, challenged in a way that I enjoy, or effortlessly happy. I’ve never known much outside of training, killing, and running this operation in the name of Vallin, and the syndicate. I don’t know much outside of being the devil I need to be to stay at the helm of the position I was groomed to be in.”
His words caused my brows to wrinkle, but I listened, unwilling to miss a syllable.
“My fears were for my brother and of one day failing in a way that I would lose everything I’ve been working to maintain. It’s funny. I didn’t even fear death because there were times I prayed for it. Losing you is my greatest fear now. You are the single greatest asset I wasn’t aware I needed. You are the home I’ve never had, Mecca.”
The soft notes of his lovely words flirted with a tone that had the power to dance atop the cadence of my heartbeat. I’d never had any man profess such meaningful and impactful words to me.
The way he spoke left me speechless, tongue-tied, and twisted up in my emotions. His words were heavy and hard-hitting enough to reach where he’d intended for them to go. Arjen had made his point loud and clear.
No questions, no warning, he stood and yanked me by my hips to the edge of the table. My body collided with his, and he kissed me until my brain turned to mush. He was