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giving it a slow, squeezing stroke, trying to get himself under control.
“Are you going to stand there and play with yourself or are you going to join me in this bed?” Her voice had gone husky like it usually did when she was turned on and his body heeded an answering call.
He was just as aroused as she was, maybe even more so.
Without a word Vince climbed onto the bed, climbed over his wife until she was pinned directly beneath him. He braced his hands on the pillow on either side of her head and he caged her hips with his knees. She arched the slightest bit, her breasts straining against the cups of her bra and he reached out, drew his finger atop first one, then the other breast. Goose bumps followed in his wake.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, bending down to run his lips over the path his finger just took. She shivered beneath his mouth, a breathy little moan falling from her lips, and he darted out his tongue, licking her skin. “You taste just as good as I remembered.”
“Has it really been that long?” She thrust her fingers into his hair, clutching him to her, and he closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to calm his racing heart, his overly amped body.
She didn’t realize it had been months since they were last together. Her memory was gone. He had to tread carefully for fear of alarming her. Curiosity could prompt her into asking too many questions.
Questions he didn’t want to answer.
“It feels like an eternity,” he murmured against her skin as he wound his arm around her, fingers undoing the clasp of her bra with one simple flick. “Seeing you in the hospital and not being able to touch you was almost the death of me.”
“Well, you can touch me now.” The smile on her face almost blinded him it was so bright. His heart tugged in his chest. She seemed so happy to be with him, so content. A far cry from the woman he’d argued with on the sidewalk less than a month ago.
“Vince.” She pressed up against him, her breasts in his face, and he tugged on the straps of her bra, baring her to him. “Touch me,” she urged again.
So he did. He touched her everywhere, his hands mapping her entire body, his mouth following the same trail. She writhed beneath him, gasping and moaning, encouraging him when he stroked her in a particular spot that she approved of. She was so wet for him, so hot as he delved his fingers between her legs, searching her delicate folds. He brought her to the brink of climax with only a few caresses, sent her careening over the edge with his tongue on her clit, and when he finally entered her welcoming body, it had taken everything within him not to come right on the spot.
But he got himself under control because he wanted to make it good for her. Make it good for them both. She touched him with such reverence, her hands sliding over his body, making him shiver. And when it was over, when the remnants of his orgasm still clung to him and he collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her, she touched his cheek, her fingers petal soft as she caressed him.
“I love you,” she whispered, and he closed his eyes, pressed his lips to the side of her neck.
Decided then and there he would do whatever it took to never let her go again.
Chapter Nine
“You need to tell her the truth.”
Vince paced the length of his living room, his cell clutched tight to his ear. Leave it to his mother to be the only one to call him on his shit. “I plan on telling Amber the truth…in time.”
Claudia Renaldi snorted. Literally snorted. Vince hadn’t heard that indignant sound for far too long, and he wished to leave it that way. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. His mother was frustrated. Angry. If he didn’t watch it, she’d probably launch into a string of Italian, telling him exactly what she thought.
“In time. What does this mean, Vincenzo? That you string her along and let her believe everything between you two is bright and perfect?”
“It is perfect,” he
“Are you going to stand there and play with yourself or are you going to join me in this bed?” Her voice had gone husky like it usually did when she was turned on and his body heeded an answering call.
He was just as aroused as she was, maybe even more so.
Without a word Vince climbed onto the bed, climbed over his wife until she was pinned directly beneath him. He braced his hands on the pillow on either side of her head and he caged her hips with his knees. She arched the slightest bit, her breasts straining against the cups of her bra and he reached out, drew his finger atop first one, then the other breast. Goose bumps followed in his wake.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, bending down to run his lips over the path his finger just took. She shivered beneath his mouth, a breathy little moan falling from her lips, and he darted out his tongue, licking her skin. “You taste just as good as I remembered.”
“Has it really been that long?” She thrust her fingers into his hair, clutching him to her, and he closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to calm his racing heart, his overly amped body.
She didn’t realize it had been months since they were last together. Her memory was gone. He had to tread carefully for fear of alarming her. Curiosity could prompt her into asking too many questions.
Questions he didn’t want to answer.
“It feels like an eternity,” he murmured against her skin as he wound his arm around her, fingers undoing the clasp of her bra with one simple flick. “Seeing you in the hospital and not being able to touch you was almost the death of me.”
“Well, you can touch me now.” The smile on her face almost blinded him it was so bright. His heart tugged in his chest. She seemed so happy to be with him, so content. A far cry from the woman he’d argued with on the sidewalk less than a month ago.
“Vince.” She pressed up against him, her breasts in his face, and he tugged on the straps of her bra, baring her to him. “Touch me,” she urged again.
So he did. He touched her everywhere, his hands mapping her entire body, his mouth following the same trail. She writhed beneath him, gasping and moaning, encouraging him when he stroked her in a particular spot that she approved of. She was so wet for him, so hot as he delved his fingers between her legs, searching her delicate folds. He brought her to the brink of climax with only a few caresses, sent her careening over the edge with his tongue on her clit, and when he finally entered her welcoming body, it had taken everything within him not to come right on the spot.
But he got himself under control because he wanted to make it good for her. Make it good for them both. She touched him with such reverence, her hands sliding over his body, making him shiver. And when it was over, when the remnants of his orgasm still clung to him and he collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her, she touched his cheek, her fingers petal soft as she caressed him.
“I love you,” she whispered, and he closed his eyes, pressed his lips to the side of her neck.
Decided then and there he would do whatever it took to never let her go again.
Chapter Nine
“You need to tell her the truth.”
Vince paced the length of his living room, his cell clutched tight to his ear. Leave it to his mother to be the only one to call him on his shit. “I plan on telling Amber the truth…in time.”
Claudia Renaldi snorted. Literally snorted. Vince hadn’t heard that indignant sound for far too long, and he wished to leave it that way. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. His mother was frustrated. Angry. If he didn’t watch it, she’d probably launch into a string of Italian, telling him exactly what she thought.
“In time. What does this mean, Vincenzo? That you string her along and let her believe everything between you two is bright and perfect?”
“It is perfect,” he
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