Page 88 of His Secret Wish

Finally, he stilled his hands on the small of her back. “Will you please look at me?”

She sniffed and swallowed hard, wanting to bury her face harder against his chest. But she couldn’t do that. Slowly, she lifted her head, tilting her chin up to look at him.

His gaze was steady, sincere. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way, that you didn’t think you could come to me, be honest with me. And I promise to do better in the future.”

She gasped, her heart blowing up in her chest. Did that mean what she thought it meant? Not wanting to get her hopes up, she pushed the excitement down. “And I’m sorry I didn’t trust you enough to be honest with you. You’d never shown me you were the type of man to be so callous, and I let my insecurities get the best of me. It won’t happen again.”

“It had better not.” A teasing twinkle flashed in his eyes. One side of his kissable mouth quirked up. “And, if I’m ever an idiot or an asshole like that again in the future, I give you full permission to kick my ass until I’m honest with you about what’s going on.”

Her lips curved up into a smile so big, her cheeks ached. “Deal.”

And then his lips met hers, and he was kissing her like her mouth was the only thing he needed to survive. She could well understand the sentiment. She opened her mouth, let him inside, her tongue tangling with his in a desperate clash.

He groaned, tilted his head, deepened the kiss. His tongue dove deep into her mouth, seeking and demanding. Not that he had to try really hard. She was more than willing to give him whatever he wanted. His hands slid down to cup her butt, yanking her against him.

It was her turn to groan, the heat of him against her like heaven. His growing cock pressed against her belly. Moisture flooded between her thighs, anticipation making her tingle.

She’d never thought she’d get to do this again with him, never thought they’d be able to work out their issues enough to make this possible.

She’d never been happier to be so wrong.

He hauled her up the length of him. She laughed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist. Her pussy quivered, and she squirmed, rubbing against his abs. She stared at him, awe rushing through her. “I love you so much, Owen. I always have. And I’m sorry I ever let you think otherwise. I was such an idiot to let you almost slip through my fingers.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “You have nothing to apologize for, mi cariño. We both made mistakes. But it’s a new day, and we’re done looking back. From now on, we’re going forward. Together.”

She leaned in and pressed her lips to his, kissing him ferociously. The need inside her was overwhelming, and if she didn’t do something about it, she was going to implode. She licked deep into his mouth, wanting to drown in his taste.

He growled, digging his fingers into her ass. Thrust his tongue against hers in a heated clash. She grabbed the back of his t-shirt, yanking it up. He ripped his lips away from hers. She panted, her breasts rubbing against his chest, making her nipples bead into tight little points. He let go of her ass, letting her cling to him like a fungus, and pulled his shirt off and over his head, tossing it aside.

She pressed herself against his naked chest, letting his heat sink inside her. Scorch her in the best way possible. He wrapped his arms around her again, anchoring one under her butt, taking some of the pressure off her cling. The other one he slipped under the waistband of her pants and underwear, sliding his fingers down until he was pressing two of them against her opening.

She gasped, pressing her hips down, trying to get him to push inside her. He laughed at her struggle, the sound dark and dirty. Well, two could play at that game. She leaned in, planted a soft kiss on his throat. He tilted his head, the move more than likely unconscious, giving her more room. She took advantage, kissing and licking and nipping at his skin. Goosebumps erupted under her lips.

She slid one of her hands over his shoulder, down his chest and abs, until she was cupping him through his jeans. He flexed his hips, sending the back of her hand bumping against her pussy, against her clit. She rocked her hips against her hand, squeezing his cock to the same rhythm.

He moaned and thrust his fingers inside her, pushing deep. She gasped, biting down on the place where his neck met his shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, the sensitive walls pulsing. She tightened her grip on his cock, pressed her clit against her hand harder. He pulled his fingers back slowly, sending a tremor through her. Just when she thought he was going to pull out—and she was getting ready to protest—he pushed them back in deep.

She rocked her hips faster, electricity zipping through her veins, centering in her pussy. He drove his fingers in and out of her, building up a punishing rhythm. She loved every second of it, every press, every pull.

Except, if they didn’t stop, she was going to come, and this is not how she wanted it to happen, not during what felt like a first time. She wanted him to be deep inside her when she orgasmed, the clenching of her pussy forcing him to follow her into oblivion.

Trailing kisses up to his ear, she gently bit down on the lobe. He shivered, pushed his fingers deep inside her. “I need you. I need you deep inside me. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

He shook his head, and she pulled back to look at him. His lips were swollen from their kisses, his eyes hooded. He looked like sex on a stick, and she couldn’t wait to lick him up. “I couldn’t bring myself to go into our bedroom, so the windows in there are still shut. And it’s probably covered in dust. Definitely not suitable for making love to your wife.”

Her insides melted into a gooey puddle of hot fudge. That was the sweetest thing she’d ever heard. “I love you.” She hoped the words were filled with everything she was feeling, that he would understand just how much she meant it.

He smiled, a genuine, beautiful smile. The kind she hadn’t seen in forever. She felt like she could float away at any second. “And I love you, mi cariño. More than I can possibly say.”

She kissed him again, this time without the desperation. It was a slow, sensual kiss. The kind of kiss lovers shared. The kind of kiss soulmates shared.

He walked over to the sofa and laid her on her back. She reluctantly let go of him, unwinding her legs from around his waist. He slipped his fingers out of her, and she moaned, already feeling the loss, feeling empty. He stood, lifting his fingers to his mouth, licking her wetness off of them.

It was the hottest fucking thing she’d ever seen. More moisture leaked between her thighs, and she squirmed, anticipation and need building to dangerous levels inside her.

He undid his belt, the tinkle of the buckle shooting straight between her legs. She scrambled up into a sitting position, yanking her t-shirt off, and tossing it aside. Her bra followed a second later. She wiggled out of her yoga pants and underwear, kicking them off the edge of the sofa. It was the fastest she’d gotten undressed ever. She laid back on the sofa, reaching her hands over her head in a slow, full body stretch.

His gaze devoured her, sliding up and down her skin like a soft touch. For the first time in a long time, she felt beautiful. Whole. Like she deserved the love she felt radiating from him.