least another three years. Minimum. Maybe longer if he acted up in jail, and him being Cain, I couldn’t see him behaving for long. His malevolent side had been something I’d borne the brunt of for most of my life. Without his favorite whipping boy close at hand, only fuck knew what kind of shit he was involved in.
She nipped my bottom lip, and I jerked, my cock aching with the move more than my lip did.
“You’re not concentrating,” she muttered, soothing the ache with her tongue.
“I am now. Are you sure you want this?” I whispered.
Her lips curved, and her smile made me feel like it was the first time I’d had the sun touch me in years.
Rather than answer, because she was right—her smile told me it was crazy to ask—I pushed her forward, not stopping until I was on top of her and her legs were clinging to my hips.
My dick was there, right between her legs, and I wanted to groan at how unprepared I was.
I didn’t have any condoms.
Why would I?
This hadn’t been planned. Nothing about this had been premeditated.
Shit, the only reason I was here was because I’d seen her in the taxi, taken in just how lost she looked, and it had fucking killed me. Annihilated me more than the misery of my marriage could ever hurt me.
The decisions I’d made along the way, they’d all been to make her happy. To keep her safe. At that moment, downstairs? She’d looked anything but.
“I don’t have a condom.”
She blinked at me. “You can pull out.”
I winced. “Catholics around the world know that doesn’t work.”
Her nose crinkled. “The morning after pill?”
“Do you mind?”
She shook her head. “I-I’ll ask Janice to help me.”
Though I frowned at the notion of her asking the housekeeper for help with family planning, I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Instead, I reared up and unfastened her hoodie. The second the zipper was down, I stared at the thin t-shirt she wore. It was the Almanac Water Sports Team tee, covered in logos and sponsorships. Nothing special, and yet, to me, it was hotter than if she’d worn a Victoria’s Secret bra.
She was still small, her chest tiny, really, enough that she didn’t need a bra, and the prospect of bare skin being shielded by only that shirt had my cock throbbing.
I bent down, leaned over her, and instantly nibbled down on the tip of her nipple.
I knew from watching her swim that her nipples were nearly always erect, and the taste of her through the cotton made me salivate. Her back arched the instant I raked my teeth over the tip, and knowing this was Thea made me feel like a victorious soldier coming back from a damn battle. Triumph raged through me, roaring through my veins and setting me on fire on the pyre of the desire that surged between us.
I pressed my dick harder into her, even as I sucked on the tip in my mouth. Her nails scraped over my head as she held me to her, and I only pulled back to look at the wet patch I’d created around her nipple.
The sight didn’t look right, so I gave her a matching set, and only then, when she was writhing beneath me, did I ask, “Did you wait for me?”
It was a shitty question. A shitty, shitty question, and the second I uttered it, I knew I’d made a mistake.
Her chin lifted, and her eyes cleared of lust. Her spirit shone at me then, as fiery as a bonfire as she glowered.
“What was I supposed to wait for?” she spat.
“You’re mine,” I ground out, compounding my idiocy. “You know it. I know it. I haven’t fucked anyone in nearly three years, Thea. I couldn’t.”
“You said you were going to—”
“Fucking her,” I snarled, imbuing the pronoun with the venom I felt for my bitch of a wife, “would be a punishment for both of us. This? What we have together, it could never be a punishment.”
Then, before she could pull away, I dropped my head and shoved her shirt up, letting bare skin connect with bare skin.
She shuddered, but though her hands in my hair were meaner—she tugged at the damn roots hard enough to sting—she didn’t push me away or rush out from under me.
I knew from her defiance that she was a virgin, and it made me temper what I wanted to do to her.