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promise,” she vowed, her lips moving against his neck with her words. “I love you, Vince.”
Hearing his wife say those words sent a wave of relief crashing over him so soundly, he was surprised he could still stand. It was ridiculous, the swell of emotions that overtook him lately every time he thought of how he almost lost Amber. He’d held it together the entire time, from the moment she’d been hit by the car, through the ambulance ride to the hospital, to sitting beside her bed while she lay there unconscious, her cool, slender hand clasped in his. All the while he both mentally and verbally implored her to wake up, show him a sign that she heard him, squeeze his hand, something.
He was a rock. Solid. Dependable. His family praised him for his strength. Amber’s family thanked him for sticking by their daughter since they couldn’t be there themselves. Her mother broke down on the phone, sobbing as she asked for forgiveness that she wasn’t there by her daughter’s side. He reassured her that it was no one’s fault. Amber’s family dynamic had always confused him and probably always would.
Having her in his arms, nestled so close, her bare skin on display for his hands to caress and her declaration of love…he almost broke down and wept like a baby. This was his second chance. No way could he mess this up. If he did, he’d only have himself to blame.
And he refused to ruin this opportunity.
Carefully he guided her to the bed, gently pushing her so she sat on the mattress’s edge. She gazed up at him, those big blue eyes drinking him in, her face flushed a delicate pink. She was beautiful, even with the bandage, the cast, the scratches and bruises on her skin. He both hated seeing that reminder of her suffering and loved that his wife was a strong little warrior who could survive anything.
“Now who’s the one thinking too much?” She flashed him a smile, her teasing words drawing him back to the present. Reaching out, she took his hand and settled it on her unharmed cheek, leaning into his touch as her lids fell at half-mast.
She’s gorgeous. Tempting. And she knew it.
“I was thinking how grateful I am to have you here in front of me. Your injuries could’ve been so much worse…” His voice drifted off and she sat up straight, letting his hand drop as she sent him a stern look.
“Let’s not think of what we could’ve lost and instead focus on what we have.” Her hand went to the waistband of his jeans, slender fingers curling until they brushed against his skin. “Let’s concentrate on each other. I need you, Vince. So much, it hurts.”
Amber slowly unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, her fingers nimble as she tugged the buttons from their holes. Swallowing hard, he watched as she spread the denim wide, then smoothed her fingers down the front of his black-cotton-covered erection. “Someone is happy to see me.” The teasing lilt in her voice was his undoing.
“Lay back,” he rasped, his harsh voice surprising her. She jerked her head back, her gaze meeting his, and without a word of protest she dropped her hand away from his cock to lie on the bed. Waiting for his next command. “Stay still.”
She didn’t move. Pleased with her obedience, he shoved his jeans from his hips and kicked them off, then reached for her, pulling her yoga pants off of her, until she lay there, trembling and gorgeous in just her black cotton panties and bra.
He looked his fill, his skin tightening, his need growing. She was beautiful. All his. He could’ve lost her. If not from the accident, then with her threatening him with a divorce. Somehow, he lucked out and she was here.
And he vowed to himself that he would never let her leave again.
Methodically he stripped off his clothes until he stood before her naked. Now it was her turn to look her fill, her gaze roaming over him, lingering on particular spots, her eyes darkening with arousal. His cock hardened painfully and he grasped hold of it,
Hearing his wife say those words sent a wave of relief crashing over him so soundly, he was surprised he could still stand. It was ridiculous, the swell of emotions that overtook him lately every time he thought of how he almost lost Amber. He’d held it together the entire time, from the moment she’d been hit by the car, through the ambulance ride to the hospital, to sitting beside her bed while she lay there unconscious, her cool, slender hand clasped in his. All the while he both mentally and verbally implored her to wake up, show him a sign that she heard him, squeeze his hand, something.
He was a rock. Solid. Dependable. His family praised him for his strength. Amber’s family thanked him for sticking by their daughter since they couldn’t be there themselves. Her mother broke down on the phone, sobbing as she asked for forgiveness that she wasn’t there by her daughter’s side. He reassured her that it was no one’s fault. Amber’s family dynamic had always confused him and probably always would.
Having her in his arms, nestled so close, her bare skin on display for his hands to caress and her declaration of love…he almost broke down and wept like a baby. This was his second chance. No way could he mess this up. If he did, he’d only have himself to blame.
And he refused to ruin this opportunity.
Carefully he guided her to the bed, gently pushing her so she sat on the mattress’s edge. She gazed up at him, those big blue eyes drinking him in, her face flushed a delicate pink. She was beautiful, even with the bandage, the cast, the scratches and bruises on her skin. He both hated seeing that reminder of her suffering and loved that his wife was a strong little warrior who could survive anything.
“Now who’s the one thinking too much?” She flashed him a smile, her teasing words drawing him back to the present. Reaching out, she took his hand and settled it on her unharmed cheek, leaning into his touch as her lids fell at half-mast.
She’s gorgeous. Tempting. And she knew it.
“I was thinking how grateful I am to have you here in front of me. Your injuries could’ve been so much worse…” His voice drifted off and she sat up straight, letting his hand drop as she sent him a stern look.
“Let’s not think of what we could’ve lost and instead focus on what we have.” Her hand went to the waistband of his jeans, slender fingers curling until they brushed against his skin. “Let’s concentrate on each other. I need you, Vince. So much, it hurts.”
Amber slowly unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, her fingers nimble as she tugged the buttons from their holes. Swallowing hard, he watched as she spread the denim wide, then smoothed her fingers down the front of his black-cotton-covered erection. “Someone is happy to see me.” The teasing lilt in her voice was his undoing.
“Lay back,” he rasped, his harsh voice surprising her. She jerked her head back, her gaze meeting his, and without a word of protest she dropped her hand away from his cock to lie on the bed. Waiting for his next command. “Stay still.”
She didn’t move. Pleased with her obedience, he shoved his jeans from his hips and kicked them off, then reached for her, pulling her yoga pants off of her, until she lay there, trembling and gorgeous in just her black cotton panties and bra.
He looked his fill, his skin tightening, his need growing. She was beautiful. All his. He could’ve lost her. If not from the accident, then with her threatening him with a divorce. Somehow, he lucked out and she was here.
And he vowed to himself that he would never let her leave again.
Methodically he stripped off his clothes until he stood before her naked. Now it was her turn to look her fill, her gaze roaming over him, lingering on particular spots, her eyes darkening with arousal. His cock hardened painfully and he grasped hold of it,
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