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rock hard. Then her spectacular eyes flew to his and she gave him such a naughty smile of sheer wickedness he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
God, he was so beautifully built with wide strong shoulders, hard toned arms and long legs. And that face could stop traffic. His black hair was spiky on the top of his head and the strong jaw needed a shave. But it was his mouth that did it for Bronte, every time. It was a mouth made for kissing and she wanted that mouth on her. Now. The deep rumble of his laugh and the way those fabulous eyes went dark with desire made her too sensitive breasts swell in the warm water. Dusky nipples went so hard they rose to peek through the bubbles and her husband growled low in his throat.
After three years of wedded bliss, a woman might think the everyday routine of demanding careers, plus children, would put a damper on desire, but not in this marriage. If anything, their attraction to each other was deepening, and maturing, to the point where often words were unneeded. All it took was a look or a touch. Eyes never leaving hers, he tossed the towels in the general direction of the hamper, they missed. One hand scratched his flat belly as the other fisted his swollen erection and pumped once, twice. It must be the pregnancy hormones because in an instant she felt the thick syrup of desire burn between her legs.
"You want me, cara? " His Italian accent always deepened when he was aroused and as usual it poured even more molten desire through her system.
Oh, yeah.
"Always," she whispered.
Her eyes dropped to his shaft.
She licked her lips.
He got the message.
She rose to her knees.
Silky bubbles clung to her skin running over her breasts to drip from her aching nipples. Bronte held on to the side of the bath as he came to stand before her. She used the flat of her tongue to lick him from his balls right up to the head of his shaft, and then pressed gentle kisses all around his slit. His groan and the way he trembled told her he liked that. But she knew what he liked even more, and that was to take him all the way into her mouth and suck. As she gave him the ultimate pleasure his strong thighs trembled, his fists clenched at his sides. She knew he wanted to thrust, wanted to grab her hair to keep her steady and pump into her mouth. And she also knew he wouldn't do that in case she choked. Because her big strong husband always put her needs before his own. She wanted to taste him, to have him come in her mouth, but he could never bring himself to permit that intimacy.
Her hand slipped on the edge of the bath and he gripped her shoulders to steady her as he slid out of her mouth with a little pop.
"You are too tired for this," he said in a tight voice.
And she had to admit he was right, although it wasn't his fault that they couldn't keep their hands off each other. She'd made the first move. Before she could speak, he'd released the bath water, and had her wrapped in a warm thick towel, and was carrying her into their bedroom.
No matter how many times he made the same move it always thrilled her.
Sitting her on the edge of their bed, Nico patted her dry spending so much time on her breasts that she trembled. His wicked grin had her give him big eyes. But then the towel moved lower to gently pat over the swell of her tummy where their child slept. She was twenty-four weeks pregnant, and the way his dark eyes softened before he pressed gentle kisses on her tummy made her own sting.
She sniffed and his eyes leapt to hers.
"It's just pregnancy hormones. Don't look at me like that. These days I cry at the opening of an envelope."
He lifted her in his arms before laying her on the bed.
Anxious dark eyes studied her face. "I do not remember you being this emotional with the twins."
He switched off her side light before climbing into bed and spooning her in his arms.
Rubbing her bare bottom against him, she pressed open mouth kisses on his arms that wound around her, loving the smell of
God, he was so beautifully built with wide strong shoulders, hard toned arms and long legs. And that face could stop traffic. His black hair was spiky on the top of his head and the strong jaw needed a shave. But it was his mouth that did it for Bronte, every time. It was a mouth made for kissing and she wanted that mouth on her. Now. The deep rumble of his laugh and the way those fabulous eyes went dark with desire made her too sensitive breasts swell in the warm water. Dusky nipples went so hard they rose to peek through the bubbles and her husband growled low in his throat.
After three years of wedded bliss, a woman might think the everyday routine of demanding careers, plus children, would put a damper on desire, but not in this marriage. If anything, their attraction to each other was deepening, and maturing, to the point where often words were unneeded. All it took was a look or a touch. Eyes never leaving hers, he tossed the towels in the general direction of the hamper, they missed. One hand scratched his flat belly as the other fisted his swollen erection and pumped once, twice. It must be the pregnancy hormones because in an instant she felt the thick syrup of desire burn between her legs.
"You want me, cara? " His Italian accent always deepened when he was aroused and as usual it poured even more molten desire through her system.
Oh, yeah.
"Always," she whispered.
Her eyes dropped to his shaft.
She licked her lips.
He got the message.
She rose to her knees.
Silky bubbles clung to her skin running over her breasts to drip from her aching nipples. Bronte held on to the side of the bath as he came to stand before her. She used the flat of her tongue to lick him from his balls right up to the head of his shaft, and then pressed gentle kisses all around his slit. His groan and the way he trembled told her he liked that. But she knew what he liked even more, and that was to take him all the way into her mouth and suck. As she gave him the ultimate pleasure his strong thighs trembled, his fists clenched at his sides. She knew he wanted to thrust, wanted to grab her hair to keep her steady and pump into her mouth. And she also knew he wouldn't do that in case she choked. Because her big strong husband always put her needs before his own. She wanted to taste him, to have him come in her mouth, but he could never bring himself to permit that intimacy.
Her hand slipped on the edge of the bath and he gripped her shoulders to steady her as he slid out of her mouth with a little pop.
"You are too tired for this," he said in a tight voice.
And she had to admit he was right, although it wasn't his fault that they couldn't keep their hands off each other. She'd made the first move. Before she could speak, he'd released the bath water, and had her wrapped in a warm thick towel, and was carrying her into their bedroom.
No matter how many times he made the same move it always thrilled her.
Sitting her on the edge of their bed, Nico patted her dry spending so much time on her breasts that she trembled. His wicked grin had her give him big eyes. But then the towel moved lower to gently pat over the swell of her tummy where their child slept. She was twenty-four weeks pregnant, and the way his dark eyes softened before he pressed gentle kisses on her tummy made her own sting.
She sniffed and his eyes leapt to hers.
"It's just pregnancy hormones. Don't look at me like that. These days I cry at the opening of an envelope."
He lifted her in his arms before laying her on the bed.
Anxious dark eyes studied her face. "I do not remember you being this emotional with the twins."
He switched off her side light before climbing into bed and spooning her in his arms.
Rubbing her bare bottom against him, she pressed open mouth kisses on his arms that wound around her, loving the smell of
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