Page 18 of Take Me Back
“You really went all out.”
“I figured if I couldn’t go big to celebrate two years of marriage, when would I have the chance?”
His words carry the unspoken suggestion that this could be our last occasion to celebrate, and they slash into my newly adopted positive attitude.
“You want to take the first shower?” he asks.
Another blow.
He would have never asked that before.
* * *
Two years and three months ago
Dane’s lips only left mine so he could yank the dress I’d spent two hours choosing over my head. I got his lips back before it hit the floor.
It had been three weeks. Three weeks too long since I’d seen Dane. Since I’d touched him. Since I’d escaped into this alternate reality where we could be together and everything else faded away.
With one hand buried in my hair, he tilted my head back, his mouth trailing down my throat, his teeth scraping against my pulse.
I threw myself into it with wild abandon.
I need this.
I need him.
Dane’s other hand cupped my ass before tearing my thong from my body. “Wet and naked, my favorite flavor of Kat,” he growled as he maneuvered me into the giant tiled shower of our hotel room.
My moan echoed off the walls as he found I was already wet for him.
“Always ready for me. Nothing sexier.” He tugged my left nipple between his teeth, and I arched back. “Turn on the water. You said you wanted to clean up, but I’m gonna get you dirty first.”
I’d meant clean up and get ready for him since I’d been on a plane for seven hours to get to the Dominican where he asked me to meet him. Dane took it differently. With a wicked smile on his face, he dragged me to the shower, his mouth closing over mine as we devoured each other.
I flipped on the water, and the cold blast stole a shriek from my lips and puckered my nipples into tight points that he took advantage of, tugging the right one into his mouth. Thankfully, the spray turned warm within seconds.
“Fuck, baby. It’s been too long. I hate that I can’t have you every day.”
Whenever he said stuff like this, I wondered what it would be like to be together all the time and not just stolen weekends. But those thoughts were gone as he plunged his finger deep and curled it forward to find my G-spot.
“Oh God.” I moaned as my first orgasm of the weekend rolled through me. It was always so easy with him. Going without for weeks meant my body was primed, and Dane knew all the right ways to make me scream.
I tilted my head back into the hot water, steam rising between our bodies as I whispered his name.
Dane released me and adjusted his hold to lift me into the air. In two steps, he had my back pressed against the tiles and his cock sliding between us.
My inner muscles tightened in anticipation as he removed one hand from my waist, keeping me aloft with only one arm. I’d never realized before all that strength packed into the rippling muscles of his body would prime me faster than any porn I could possibly watch.
He notched the head of his cock into my entrance and then ...Holy. Shit.With one thrust, I was filled to the point ofalmost can’t take it all.
When I sucked in a breath, he paused, buried to the hilt. “You okay?”
“You’re just ... big. We really need to do this more than one weekend a month,” I whispered, wondering why I was even trying to speak.
Dane’s husky laugh filled the shower, mingling with the steam. “Yeah, we really should. I can never get enough. You feel so fucking good. I gotta move, baby.”
I wrapped my legs tighter around him and his hands gripped my hips, one moving over to cover my clit with his thumb. It was like he touched the launch button, because I was instantly trying to fuck myself on his cock.
