Page 44 of Loving Justice
“It has been on my mind too. We should have discussed it. In ordinary marriages, couples sleep together. I’m not opposed to the idea.” She watched his expression closely.
There was a shift in his expression. “You must know that I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
“I do want you too.”
Relief flickered across his expression. For some reason, she wanted to be close to him…her husband. Remembering what Ness had told her before the ceremony, how he’d stepped up and cared for his family, made her proud of him, made her see him in a different light. She dropped the towel and laid her palms against his chest, absorbing the warmth that seeped through his shirt. She could feel his steady heartbeat. The feeling sent a wave of desire through her so powerful that it weakened her knees.
He took one hand and kissed her fingers, a sweet gesture that unleashed butterflies inside her belly.
With her free hand, she unsnapped the other buttons on his shirt, pushing the ends away so she could see his broad chest. His skin was perfectly bronzed from working shirtless in the sun. There was a dusting of hair, just enough to make her want to touch. From his broad shoulders down to the happy trail that led from his belly button and disappeared into his jeans, he was a beautiful, masculine man. He didn’t have the body of a gym rat. He had the sculpted body of a rancher earned from hours spent working the land.
He let go of her hand and she used both to push his shirt off his shoulders, sending it to his feet. He had some small scars from years of hard work. “You’re a beautiful man,” she whispered.
With a shake of his head, something flickered across his face. “There’s only one of us who is beautiful.”
“It’s a shame you don’t see what I see when I look at you.” She wanted to explore his body, learn every masculine dip and solid plateau. She started by circling her finger around his nipple. He shuddered, and a moan escaped him.
She pressed a kiss against his chest, and at the same time, she gave his nipple a gentle pinch. The resulting growl came from deep within his throat, a sound that made her inner thighs tremble.
“How about we take this into the bedroom?” He smiled.
“That’s a good idea.”
He scooped her into his arms, and she let out a tiny squeal of delight. “Jinx, don’t put too much weight on your leg.”
“I could cut my leg off and be just fine.” He winked.
“Doc Lafferty will hog-tie you to a chair if you hurt yourself.”
“You’re as light as a feather.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Lead the way.”
“Down the hall. Last door on the right.”
He didn’t even break a sweat or have labored breathing, carrying her down the hallway. When they reached the closed door, she did the honors of opening it, and he carried her into the room. A nightlight offered enough light, so he laid her gently in the center of the massive king-sized bed. He clicked on the lamp and one brow lifted. “I don’t want to miss one expression.”
He was a man full of lust, hunger and something she couldn’t quite describe. Something so close to affection that it startled her. Could it be possible?
Yet she couldn’t allow herself to humor those thoughts. Their marriage was an arrangement purely to satisfy their needs, with benefits.
He toed off his boots and joined her on the bed, burying his face in the side of her neck and pressing light kisses to her skin. He touched her with such gentleness, but she sensed that underneath, he was restraining his desire.
“Jinx,” she called his name. “Kiss me.” She wanted the connection, wanted to feel his soft lips against her own. She wanted to learn everything about him. He kissed her in such a way that left her breathless. The golden light caught the twinkles in his eyes, and the way he cupped her cheek with his large hand made her feel special to him.
Pressing his shoulders, he rolled onto his back, and she straddled him. He was so big and strong underneath her, his zipper bulging with his desire. She enjoyed being in control, rubbing the apex of her thighs over his waist and hearing the rugged moan that passed his lips. He reached up to touch her breasts, but she captured his wrists with her fingers and pushed them above his head.
“Don’t move,” she commanded.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said in a whisper.
He relinquished all control. She pressed kisses to his chest, the soft hair tickling her lips. He groaned when she flicked the tip of her tongue over his nipple, and she felt him shudder underneath her. To know she could make this tough man weak gave her power. Sucking the hard tip into her mouth, he speared his fingers through her hair, and he lifted his hips, grinding his sex against her damp lips.
After a few more licks, she turned her attention to his other nipple, wetting it then blowing on the hard nub. She’d never had such a strong desire to please someone like she did Jinx. She felt delighted when he angled his hips so that he could grind himself in an upward motion, the seam of his jeans rubbing over her swollen clit, causing a flash of sensation to race down her legs. His hands were on her ass as he held her close so he could hump her through their clothing like a couple of teenagers getting lost in the sensations for the first time. Her body became so sensitive, like a grenade ready to explode. She rode him like she did the mechanical bull, whispering his name as her climax drew near.
He pulled her down to kiss her, stealing away all her oxygen from her lungs and she gladly gave him everything. She’d give up all she had to feel what she felt at this moment forever. To have his strong hands on her body, bringing her to climax after climax.
He flipped her onto her back without any complaint from her. He pinned her beneath his powerful body as he planted kisses all over her face, down her jaw and neck, to her collarbones. Somehow, her dress had been unzipped, and he pulled it down as he continued kissing her. She quivered when the cooler air brushed her bare breasts.
“My turn,” he said against her skin. “Are your nipples sensitive?”