Page 6 of Rough Patch

“Horny, naked wife wants husband who isn’t interested. It’s what I call a problem.” She moved back to the head of the bed. If she wasn’t getting a good fuck, she’d settle for a good pout.

“Fiona, you just collapsed, okay? Maybe you should take it easy.” Great. Now he sounded like Max. At the thought of her father, her heart pinged with sadness and the mood died. Grier scooted closer and held out a hand. And because she was weak for him, she took it and let his thumb stroking her palm hypnotize her into smiling.

“Fine. But I’m not always going to take no for an answer.”

He tangled his free hand in her hair and leaned in for a kiss that rocked her from shoulder blade to shin bone. When he pulled back, he had that glint in his eyes, the one full of promises and naughty pleasures. He nuzzled her cheek with his nose then whispered, “You will until I say so.”

Warmth fluttered through her. She liked Grier in control. She’d always been the one in charge—at the club, in her personal life—but it felt good to surrender to him. Too good. “I will until I’m tired of taking no for an answer.”

He smiled as if he knew something she didn’t, then stood. “Let’s order dinner.” He snatched the menu and read. “And after we eat, we’ll talk.”

“About all of it.”

“About most of it. I’ll tell you as much as I can.”

Which meant he would tell her nothing, but it was the best she was going to get for now, so she settled against the headboard and waited.

* * *

Grier sucked the last of the chili from her fingers. “Tastes better this way.” He held her hand a minute longer then stood to gather the trash and take it downstairs. When he returned and stood leaning against the doorframe, still bare-chested and tousled, she smiled and crooked the finger still tingling from being inside his mouth.

“Come here.”

She’d dressed in a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt she was fully prepared to strip off with just the slightest nod from him. A nod that didn’t seem likely since he hadn’t moved from the doorway.

“I thought you wanted to talk.” His voice was thick as she let her hand glide over her thigh to the edge of her shorts. Yes, she wanted to talk. She wanted all the details, but she wouldn’t get them while his stubborn ass remained clear-headed. She needed his mind clouded by desire, his body throbbing for her. Plus, she was still horny. This pregnancy thing was the best aphrodisiac.

“Oh, I do want to talk.” But she slipped her fingers inside her shorts, touched her already pulsating clit. With her free hand, she shoved the t-shirt up and cupped her breast, watching him. “But I need this first.”

“Take your shorts off.” His voice, husky and demanding, didn’t break this time as he moved toward the bed. When he stood over her, he repeated his command. “Take your shorts off.” He leaned down to suck her exposed nipple into his mouth, teasing her with his tongue until she couldn’t think of anything more than Grier. She arched her back and continued to work her swollen pussy.

“I will if you will.” She punctuated the words with breaths between.

“You will because I said so.” He pulled away and stood, eyes dark, dick bulging behind the fly of his pants. And she’d never seen anything hotter, never wanted anyone or anything more in her life than she wanted Grier. She pushed her shorts down and kicked them away then stripped off her shirt. “Now lie down.”

Fiona scooted to the center of the bed and waited. His gaze burned over her skin, and her body flamed for him, for Grier. He slid onto the bed beside her and feathered his finger down her throat to the valley between her breasts over her stomach to her pubic bone. His kisses followed the same trail. And her breath caught and held in her throat until she released it in a long sigh when his mouth closed over her clit.

Nothing in the world, except maybe having him inside her, felt so exquisite. She lifted her hips, and he drew away. “Lie still.”

No way. Her body needed to move, needed him closer, needed her husband inside her. He lowered his head and kissed the inside of her thigh. “Grier.” She curled her fingers in his hair and he removed her hand, sucking each finger into his mouth before laying it beside her and kissing her thigh again, his mouth so close to where she wanted, needed him.

“Don’t make me tell you again.” He teased her with the tip of his tongue and a finger against the opening to her pussy, so close but not close enough. She lifted her hips, urging him to ease the pressure building inside of her. He lifted his head. “Fiona.”

“Please, Grier. Please.” She fluttered her fingers against the blanket then brought them to her nipples, pinching and tweaking while he watched. If there was a penalty for touching herself, he didn’t mention, only watched her for a minute before lowering his head again.

Ecstasy fired through her cells. Nothing mattered but Grier’s mouth on her, his fingers curling in and out as she strained closer to the edge. When she cried out and her body shuddered, he lapped at her until she lay trembling against the aftershocks.

Oh, God. This man.

He moved beside her and drew her against him. When she fumbled with his waistband, he brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the knuckles. “Do you want to talk now?”

No. She didn’t. She wanted to fuck her husband. She wanted his cock inside of her. She wanted…

And she would wait.

* * *

Grier’s breath came in uneven gusts. There was nothing he liked more than seeing Fiona spread before him, eager for his touch, for his mouth, for his everything, but they needed to talk, and he needed her calm, her full attention on his words.