Page 112 of Love Wells Kept

“What’s this about?” he asks, palming my breast with a low growl.

“Watching you with the kids all day.” I rub up against him. A flash of heat spreads down my belly. “Seeing you be a good dad—so fucking hot.”

Hands splayed across either side of my ass, Jackson lashes me to his chest and kisses me hard. I feel the bulge between his legs growing harder against me, pressing so close to where I’m suddenly wet and clenching.

“That turned you on?” He licks into my mouth, fingers pressing into the soft flesh of my butt.

“Oh, you have no idea.”

“Tell me.” His right hand glides around to grab my hip, and the softest touch of his finger slipping beneath my pajama shorts reverberates through to my bones. His beard scrapes my cheek as he tilts his head to look down between us, dark lashes fanned across his cheeks.

I grab that hand of his, and together we watch our joined hands disappear beneath the cotton of my shorts. I trace my slit with his finger, and a sharp breath blows between his parted lips. In the silence of the kitchen, the glide of his fingers through my wetness is audible.

“Actions speak louder than words.” I circle his finger around my clit with a whimper.

“Kate, baby.” Somehow it comes out pained and patronizing at the same time. “You need me to take care of this, don’t you?”

“Please.”

He blows out a breath and surveys the room, then he yanks his hand away from my pussy, leaving me even more desperate for his touch. His other hand slaps my ass. Hard. And he nods to the opposite side of the room. “Pantry. Now.”

I swallow hard, gathering my hands and looping them around his neck for one more kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he replies, the solid ridge of him rocking against my core. “Let’s go, before one of the kids comes looking for you.”

His fingers, still wet from me, slip between mine and I let him guide me into the open pantry. Stepping inside, I reach for the light switch, but Jackson’s hand flies up to stop me.

“If the light’s on, they’ll know we’re in here.”

The door closes with a soft click, and within seconds, Jackson has me backed up against the pantry shelves. His hands tangle in my hair, and I grip his biceps, holding on for dear life. His kiss is ardent, catching my lips and stealing my breath. My body shifts and angles in his arms, seeking relief I won’t find with our clothes still on.

I push his sweatpants down over his hips, then let them fall the rest of the way. He pushes forward, and I feel the pressure of his cock on the throb of my clit. Then pressing into me, only thin cotton stopping him from sliding inside with ease.

I inhale the word fuck, and he laughs. Fucking laughs.

“You feel that, beautiful? How badly I want to be inside you?”

So I reach between us to encircle my hand over the crown of his cock, thumb gliding through slippery pre-cum and painting it down his shaft. A triumphant smile erupts on my face at the stuttered curse words slipping through his gritted teeth.

I thought this wild, adventurous side of him would disappear the moment we got home from the hot springs and fell back into some semblance of normal married life. But we’ve christened every room on the main floor in the weeks since, and it doesn’t seem like he has any intention of slowing down yet.

This time, when I reach the base of his dick, I twist my wrist to knead his balls. He pitches forward with a throaty groan.

“Fuck, that’s so good. You’re going to kill me, Kit.”

I hum my disagreement, tightening my grip around him so he groans and bites down on the back of his hand to quiet himself.

“Better take care of me first,” I quip.

Jackson tugs my shirt up to expose my breasts, and bends to flick his tongue over my nipple. My back arches, giving him even more access to me, and he cups my breast to lick and suck my sensitive skin.

I hook a thumb under my loose shorts and shimmy out of them. On instinct, Jackson’s hand moves to cup my pussy in a possessive way, pulling my pelvis toward him.

And when he drags up my wet heat, we shush each other with frantic, wide eyes and bitten lips. I hinge my leg to wrap around his waist, forcing him closer, notching the tip of his cock at my entrance.

When he pushes into me, my muscles ache and everything leaves my mind. The thick stretch of him inside me, the hushed moans between us, and the way he’s watching me—all of it has the world falling to darkness as my blinks become longer with each inch of him inside me, until I can’t open them at all. My head tips back, sending a row of cereal boxes falling like dominoes, and my lips part with a frantic gasp.

His hands find their way to my ass, lifting and pulling me so he can angle himself deeper. Hit my G-spot. Stuff me so full I can barely breathe. His whole body moves like a wave, with a slow, deliberate snap of his hips that fully tests my ability to remain quiet.