Happily Ever After in Bliss (Nights in Bliss, Colorado Book 11), стр. 45
“Feels good?” He moved up to her thighs, shoving her gown up as he traveled. “I can make you feel so much better.” He drew her right leg up and took her foot in his hands. He squeezed and kissed the arch of her foot, making her shiver.
“Yes.” It felt so good. Too good. It was precisely why she had Henry on the couch for now. She couldn’t think when he was touching her. When Henry took control, all that mattered was being close to him. The world fell away and for tonight, she let it.
He would be gone in the morning, and she would have to think far too much.
He nipped at her foot, giving her the bare hint of his teeth. It sent her straight into that lovely place where she didn’t have to think at all. He’d introduced her to this world and he was the tour guide, taking her down intimate paths she’d never imagined. Henry had been the one to prove to her how physical a being she was.
“I talked to Stef,” Henry murmured as he started to kiss his way up her leg.
“So did I. He was at the Trading Post today.” She’d gone into town to gather some supplies for the week. Michael would be here in the morning, and they would have to find a routine that worked for both of them.
This nip was sharper than the rest and made her gasp. “Sarcasm is not welcome tonight. I talked to Stef about how he and Jen played when she was pregnant.”
She’d liked that bite. “Oh, I just talked to him about the state of plant-based proteins.”
Another bite sent a thrill through her, and she felt the delicious drug known as arousal start to pound through her system.
“You’re a little brat. You want to push me? Because like I said, I had a talk with Stef, and Caleb says everything is going well. He told me if I was careful I should be able to do whatever I want to you. I want to do a lot of things to you, but tonight I feel like you need some discipline. Give me the gown. You know damn well you’re not allowed to wear clothes to bed.”
She did, but she’d felt vulnerable without him next to her. She’d hated it, but she’d put on the gown. If she took off that gown, she would be accepting the fact that Henry was going to sleep in their bed tonight. She didn’t even want to argue with him. She wanted one more night of feeling safe before she would have to work through her problems. She sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. Henry gave her very little space, as though he was worried she might make a run for the door. She could have told him she had no thoughts to running away. She wouldn’t run away from him. They had to find a way to get through this.
She pulled the gown over her head and offered it to her husband. She wore nothing underneath, and her body reacted to the cool air of the room.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Henry breathed. He moved in closer, so close she could feel the brush of his cock against her belly. He stood over her, reminding her of how big he was compared to her. Her big, strong husband.
She would never tell him that watching him put Michael Novack on his belly in the blink of an eye had done something for her, wouldn’t mention that sometimes the idea of John Bishop got her heart racing. All that power hidden away. It had always been there. She simply hadn’t seen it.
But it had been there waiting for the right moment to come out.
His hands went up to cup her head, gently stroking her hair as he stared down at her. One hand curled around her hair and gently tipped her head back. “You don’t have to say a thing to me. You stay stubborn, brat. But I will not allow you to forget me. We might be apart for a while, and you might be thinking to make that a permanent punishment for me.”
She wished he understood. “It’s not punishment.”
His hand tugged harder, forcing her on her toes. “Oh, I’m sure you’ve convinced yourself it’s not. Know that I will grovel. I will beg and plead. I’ll do anything to get back in your good graces, with the singular exception of giving you up. You can make me sleep on the couch, but I’ll find a way into our bed. Always.”
It was habit to think of a million ways to explain to him how the speech he’d made was anti-everything. She should be able to tell him no and he should be able to accept it. But he wasn’t threatening to force her. He was telling her he would find a way to make her want him.
She always wanted him. Yes, it was habit to argue, but instinct made her drop her head back and offer him the long line of her neck.
“That’s right. Don’t fight me tonight. Give me everything.” He leaned over and ran his nose from the crook of her neck up to her ear. “Everything, Nell.”
Again, she didn’t argue, merely sighed because she couldn’t fight him on this. If he did find a way to get her alone, she might never muster the will to turn him away.
“Everything.” It was an easy thing to promise since he already had her everything. Her heart and soul and body and trust.
If only she’d had the same from him.
“Turn around and place your palms on the bed. You should be happy you didn’t add underwear into your new nightly routine. I can understand the gown, but you’re definitely not allowed to wear panties. I want easy access to all your beauty,