Page 32 of His Secret Wish

She stared up at him hard. The questions about what had happened in the years they’d been separated crowding together on the tip of her tongue.

But she swallowed them down, shook her head. “No, I don’t want to stop.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why? Do you want to stop?” Her fingers were still wrapped around his erection, and it suddenly felt a little awkward. Should she let go?

“God, no.” There was no hesitation in his voice, no insincerity in his gaze. “But if you want to stop, we’ll stop. No questions asked.”

Warmth burst through her chest. He’d always been that way, very considerate of her wants and needs. No matter what it meant for his own needs. Like now. There was no doubt in her mind that if she wanted to stop, he’d get up and get dressed, and that would be the end of it.

Not that she wanted to stop. It was the opposite of what she wanted to do, actually.

She pushed everything that wasn’t this moment, just the two of them together again, aside. “I don’t want to stop.” To prove her point, she took him back in her mouth.

“Oh, yes,” he said, the words coming out hoarse. “Fuck, that’s incredible. I forgot how good it feels.”

There it was again, the suggestion he hadn’t been with anyone else in the time they’d been apart. Little sparks of joy burst inside her. She knew she had no right to feel happy, but she couldn’t stop the feeling.

And it gave her a chance to remind him just how good things between them could be. Not that she was trying to win him back, or anything. This was a one-time thing. Well, maybe more than one time, but only for this weekend. Once Tuesday rolled around, it was back to the regular world. Just like they’d agreed.

She bobbed her head in the same rhythm as before, sliding her hand up and down along with her mouth. Making sure the friction and the strokes were steady. She cupped his testicles with her free hand, gently running her thumb against the seam.

He grunted, rolling his hips so he was pressing up when she was coming down. They were perfectly in sync, like a well-oiled machine, which was the least sexy thought she could think of. Even though it was true. And that was the beauty of being with someone who you knew inside and out.

She focused on his cock, worshipping it like it deserved. Licking and sucking until he was writhing beneath her. A quiet litany of nonsensical words and sounds fell from his lips. His thigh muscles tensed. He was close. She sucked hard, fluttering her tongue over the frenulum, and gently squeezed his testicles.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come.” His abs tensed, his hips rising off the mattress. “If you don’t want me to... oh, Jesus. You’ve got to stop if you don’t want...”

She continued her onslaught, delighted in the fact she could unravel him like this. Her pussy throbbed, her nipples tight little points digging into the comforter. She shimmied her shoulders a bit, rubbing them against the fabric. Little shocks of pleasure zipped through her, concentrating between her legs.

He growled, flexing his hips hard one more time, and came. The salty, hot liquid scalded her, the earthy taste sharp across her tongue. She sucked harder, stroked faster, wanting—no needing—everything from him.

Every muscle in his body tightened, all of them quivering. He grunted with every throbbing pulse of his cock, every hard spurt across her tongue. His hand landed in her hair, stroking her scalp. She wanted to purr like a cat.

The heat against her tongue finally stopped. He huffed out a breath and threw his arm over his eyes. She gave one last soft suck and swirled her tongue around the sensitive head one last time. He moaned, a tremor moving through him.

She let him go and swiped her tongue over her lips. That had been amazing. Like, seriously hot. She crawled up the bed and lowered herself on top of him like a blanket. The heat he let off was incredible, and she reveled in it. His sweaty skin also felt great against hers, his dips and curves a perfect fit against hills and valleys.

She felt him place a kiss on her head. It was sweet and thoughtful, and she melted a little more under the spell of the weekend.

“That was amazing.” He trailed his fingers up her spine in one long sweep, and then down. Over and over again. “And while I’d love to do more, I don’t have any condoms.”

She propped her chin on his chest so she could look at him. “Yeah, I don’t have any, either.” A sliver of disappointment slid through her. For a moment, she considered throwing common sense out the window and telling him she was okay to go ahead without protection. It wasn’t like she could actually get pregnant. But that was careless because he didn’t know about her hysterectomy. And it would definitely lead to plenty of questions. Questions she didn’t want to answer. At least not right now.

Someone in the hallway laughed, which was quickly followed by a shush from someone else. The whole thing burst the bubble they’d created in their little room in the attic.

With a sigh, she peeled herself off of him. The cool air rushed in around her, making her shiver. She snatched up her robe and belted it on. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

He nodded and rolled off the bed. Seriously, no one should look so good. His muscles bunched and flexed so deliciously it really should be illegal. It took everything in her not to jump his bones again.

Instead, she grabbed her pajamas and headed out the door and across the hall into the bathroom. The mirror showed she was looking every inch a well-loved woman. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips swollen, her eyes shiny. And she couldn’t stop the grin spreading across her face.

Not that it was surprising. As she’d reminded herself earlier, the physical had never been their issue. They’d always managed to set the sheets on fire. Or the backseat of her car, the hayloft at the ranch, the bathroom at the diner.

She went to the bathroom, washed her hands, and changed into her pajamas. A quick brush of her teeth and she was ready to head back to the bedroom. Pausing at the door, she sucked in a deep breath. A nervousness she hadn’t been expecting swamped her. She stopped, bounced on the balls of her feet, and shook out her hands, trying to shake it away.

What did she have to be nervous about? She and Owen had just performed oral sex on one another. Sleeping in the bed with him again tonight wasn’t going to change things. Just like last night hadn’t changed things.