Page 104 of Kiss Me Like You Mean It

‘Fuck,’ I manage.

She smiles, her dimples popping out. ‘I’d be delighted,’ she says, like we’re at a tea party.

Lust and affection and a million other emotions crash through me, and I surge to my feet, scooping her up and spinning her around, depositing her on the edge of the desk with a muffled squeak.

‘You want to know what you do to me?’ I growl, tugging off my boots and shucking off my socks and jeans with an almost inhuman speed, until I’m standing in front of her in my underwear. There’s no hiding how affected I am, and her eyes widen gratifyingly as she looks her fill.

‘I want to take you to bed,’ I say, watching her, all glowing skin and pink silk, and swollen lips as she gazes back at me. ‘I’ve thought about it a million times. A million ways. You make me so desperate, the first time I fuck you isn’t going to be anything like I planned. It’s not going to be slow and careful. It’s going to be right here on this desk. Now.’

She shivers again, and I step between her thighs, kissing her before she can say anything. I unclasp her bra and it falls away. My hand closes over her breast and she makes the sort of sound I could get addicted to hearing.

She reaches for me with greedy fingers, freeing me from my boxers, and when her hand wraps around my cock I groan, my forehead dropping to hers. I look down to where she touches me. The diamond on her finger catches the light, and I could come from that image alone: her getting me off while wearing my ring.

I run my fingers along the seam of her underwear and push the damp fabric aside, teasing, sliding a finger slowly inside her. ‘I want to watch you come again.’ I add another finger, and her muscles clench around me. ‘I want to watch that pretty pink blush spread everywhere.’

‘I want you inside me this time,’ she gasps.

That sounds like an absolutely fucking great idea, but I’ve just realised there’s a problem. ‘No condom,’ I sigh, pumping my fingers again. ‘Sorry, baby. We’ll have to do this another way.’

‘In my pocket,’ she snaps, and she grabs hold of my wrist, stilling my hand, her eyes wild as she looks at me. ‘There’s a condom in my coat pocket.’

I let out a surprised laugh, but she only looks at me. I step back, fumbling around for her coat.

She doesn’t have a condom in her pocket.

She has seven.

‘Jesus, Daisy,’ I shake my head. ‘What exactly did you have planned?’

‘I don’t know exactly,’ she says, wiggling her skimpy underwear down over her hips. ‘But this is better.’

After that things move fast. After that it’s a blur of desperate touches and needy groans. Her nails on my back, my mouth on her honey-scented skin, her teeth on my neck, her hands braced on the desk and a sigh on her lips as I finally, finally sink inside her.

And my heart stops.

It actually stops beating for a moment, before it picks up again, twice as fast. I should probably be worried, but what a way to die: buried inside my wife.

My hips move, slow at first, testing, stretching, as we learn each other, as our bodies find their fit, and then faster as we discover our rhythm. Lee is incoherent, murmuring words that I don’t think are even English. She feels incredible around me, and her muscles contract, a ripple of thought-obliterating sensation. She’s close, I can tell she’s close. Thank fuck, because I’m already seeing stars.

‘Lee,’ I start, ‘I—’

She lifts a hand and presses it over my mouth. Her eyes are closed, a frown pinches her brows.

‘Shhh,’ she says. ‘I’m concentrating.’

I smile under her palm and that feeling is back again, a pressure in my chest that matches the relentless one building everywhere else.

I slip my hand under her ass, changing the angle a fraction, hitting her a bit deeper and we both make a choked sound of pleasure. My thumb finds her clit and her eyes fly open. She still has her hand over my mouth. ‘Yes,’ she says very definitely. ‘Yes.’

And then I watch as Lee Turner-Jones climaxes for the second time. Only now I fall over the edge with her.

And I have a feeling nothing is ever going to be the same.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Lee

‘Oh my god!’ Tara squeals. ‘You slept together!’