Page 34 of Unintended Love

Clint grinned deep inside. Welcome back, Lady Tiger.

He grabbed her bottom and held her in place as he strode to his room. Fortunately, as soon as he’d stepped into the elevator downstairs, he had extracted his key card from his pocket. Her bottom was at the perfect height to tap the card onto the electronic surface, letting him step into the silence of his suite.

He finally broke the kiss only long enough to say, “I’ll gladly take you against the door if that’s what you want, but I’d much rather show you how much I’ve missed you in bed.”

“Hmm. Hard door or soft bed? That’s a no-brainer. Soft bed, please.”

Clint carried her through the living area and into the bedroom, still wrapped around him. He set her down gently on the bed and leaned over to get a good look into her eyes, a hand on each side of her hips.

“Are you sure about this, my little tiger?” He didn’t want her to regret anything tomorrow morning, or ever.

“I’m not drunk off two beers, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” She pulled him down with her hands behind his neck, bent over her, refusing to allow him to stand. “Until we left the restaurant, I didn’t realize how much I’d missed you. I didn’t want our night to end. I still don’t. Clint, I want you. I want my husband. I want a night with my husband and me together in this bed.”

“Thank Christ.” He pushed her over, so her back was pinned against the bed. “I’ve wanted you right here, next to me, every night since our wedding.” He lowered his head with a demanding kiss that softened and gentled.

He kissed along her jaw to her ear before gently biting the lobe. He remembered last time how much she’d liked that. Her whole body shuddered, and he grinned before he traced the outer rim of her ear with the tip of his tongue, stopping at the bottom and sucking the lobe into his mouth.

Her breaths were uneven as she scraped her short nails down his spine.

Clint changed directions and lightly bit down on her neck until he ran into the silky texture of her blouse. He unbuttoned the top and placed a soft kiss on the newly exposed skin.

Ashlin arched up, as though offering him her breasts.

Yes. This was his little tiger.

He nipped and kissed his way southward. When he exposed her bra, he unhooked the front clasp and released her luscious breasts. These were one of his favorite parts of Ashlin; more than a mouthful but a perfect handful. He sucked on one nipple while he rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger, tenderly tugging on both with his teeth and fingers.

Ashlin lifted off the bed as though to sit up, but Clint wouldn’t allow it. While her back was up, though, he removed her blouse and bra before lightly pressing her back down. He loved touching her soft skin, so he stroked her twice from collarbone to bellybutton, letting his rough fingers splay over her breasts and tight abdomen muscles.

He worked his way kissing down her flat stomach, but he wasn’t stopped by her slacks and lacy panties, which he pulled off in one smooth movement.

Clint leaned back and stared at the beautiful naked woman in front of him.

His wife.

The longer his gaze lingered, the bigger her smile grew. She separated her knees and spread them wide, so he got a good look at the wetness in her folds.

“I can tell you like what you see.” She leaned up and reached for his button-down.

He shook his head. “Not yet. It’s been too long.” He bent over and lifted her knees over his shoulders, spreading them even wider. He could smell her arousal. With his thumbs, he separated her folds and licked a circle around her clitoris.

Ashlin’s hips shot off the bed. She grabbed the sides of his head and forced him to look up at her.

“I’d forgotten how good you are this.”

Clint grinned. “Then lie back and enjoy it.”

“Clint, I want you inside me. Now!” Ashlin demanded.

“We’ll get to that,” he teased. “But not until you’ve come at least twice.” He lowered his head and tormented her by licking and sucking until her legs were shaking uncontrollably. Only then did he slide two fingers into her channel while working her clit with his mouth.

“Clint,” she panted.

He stopped and smiled up at her, her face beautifully framed between her breasts. “I’m right here, Tiger.”

“Don’t you dare stop,” she threatened him.

“Your wish is my command, but I had no intention of stopping…unless you said no.” He lowered his head again and, within a minute, had her writhing. With his fingers still inside her, he worked her clit with his thumb and crawled up next to her. He wanted to hold her as she fell apart.