Her Silent Revenge novel Chapter 144

Now, he explores my mouth like we have all the time in the world, slowly simmering me with every movement.

We have all night, at least.

His tongue flicks against my bottom lip, a pointed question.

I open my mouth in answer, granting him access, teasing him back with my tongue.

It's the ebb and flow like the tide around us, this sense of soulful, mingling passion.

If tonight could be forever, I'd never stop kissing him.

The thought makes me smile, and I throw my arms around his neck.

"This would be more fun without clothes," I say. "Unless you plan on fucking me right here."

"Fucking?" He echoes the rough word with amusement, though when he pulls away, his eyes are glinting with total mischief. "Tonight, wife, I won't be fucking you. I will be making love." He trails his hand up my leg. "But you will only be wearing this dress once, and I want to enjoy seeing you in it a little while longer."

"Haven't you been enjoying it all day?"

"Fuck yes," he growls in my ear, reaching up and trailing a finger through the lace on my bodice. "But I'm going to savor this moment, Lady Bug."

So I lean my head back and let him savor.

We kiss like starved animals, my back pressed against the railing, my hands on his broad shoulders, kissing and kissing long into the night.

Eventually, my fingers go to work, tossing away his necktie and unbuttoning his shirt. I never knew how hot a man's collarbones could be until now.

Another molten kiss and he sighs, his hands tightening around my waist. He isn't shy as he grinds his cock against me, though I know he's holding back.

For now.

But he's had his fun, and now it's time for mine.

I lean against his chest, easing him back, looking him over again.

My Patton, my man, with his coppery hair and stark blue eyes and endless capacity to love me. And I'm still insanely smitten with the blue suit, which looks painted on over his muscles.

But one day of seeing him in that suit feels like plenty, and I'm sure he'll agree. Time to say a fond goodbye.

"My turn." He raises a hand to help me and I shake my head. It's painstaking, my progress.

Shucking his jacket off, then working off the open shirt underneath, I let my knuckles graze him as I work, silently worshiping every inch of bronze skin coming into view.

"You approve?" His eyes heat when they meet mine.

"You already know I do." I press my palms on his chest, loving how his muscles tighten under me.

"Then let me help you out of this thing."

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