Tangled Vows (Willow Brook Falls #3)

53. Shayla

53

SHAYLA

E aston couldn’t keep his hands off me on the drive home. When his fingers weren’t laced with mine, they were curled around my thigh. I fought the urge to squirm in my seat at the anticipation of his touch on the rest of my body.

He was kissing me before we even made it through the front door. It took several attempts for him to unlock the door, but once we made it inside, all bets were off. He cupped my ass and lifted me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he crashed his lips to mine.

Easton’s drugging kisses consumed me as he carried me to our bed. He tossed me onto the mattress and reluctantly pulled away to tear his shirt over his head.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he said as he returned to me. His lips found mine again, and I nearly wept at how right this felt. I was finally home with the man I loved, and he loved me too.

Easton slowly undressed me, taking his time to savor the moment. I was eager to have him inside me, but I enjoyed the slow, tortuous seduction as much as he did. Once I was completely bare to him, he kissed his way down my body, his hands roaming along my sides.

He stopped at the juncture of my thighs, and I sucked in a breath, letting my legs fall open. He changed course just before reaching my center, and I huffed in frustration. Chuckling, he pressed a kiss to my inner thigh then gently nipped at the tender flesh. His head dipped, and he finally gave me what I desperately needed. I was wound so tight, my body so neglected over the past nine days, that I nearly came apart at the first brush of his tongue.

He took his time teasing me, bringing me to the brink again and again without letting me fall over the edge. He worked me over until I was ready to explode, sucking on my clit and gently biting it. The mixture of sensations drove me wild. Then his tongue dipped inside me before returning to my clit and flicking the tender bundle of nerves. And I detonated. The orgasm ripped through me with such intensity, I nearly blacked out.

Easton stood, a wicked grin on his glistening lips, and undid his belt. Shoving his pants down his legs, he stood before me, gloriously naked. My pussy clenched with need, and my chest tightened with affection. He was all mine, body, heart, and soul.

He came around the side of the bed, and I sat up to watch him over my shoulder. Lowering himself onto the mattress, he rested his back against the headboard. His cock jutted out from his hips, long and thick, the tip glistening with a drop of precum. Pleasing me had turned him on. I reveled in that knowledge as I prepared to return the favor.

I crawled over to him, intent on bringing him pleasure, but before I could dip my head to wrap my lips around his length, he tangled his hands in my hair and brought his mouth down on mine.

“That can wait,” he growled. “Right now, I need to be inside you.” A tiny whimper escaped my lips, and he kissed me hard, swallowing the sound. He gripped my waist and guided me onto his lap, my thighs straddling his hips. Of all the positions we’d tried over the last few weeks, this hadn’t been one of them. Face-to-face with my breasts brushing his chest, his large, strong body cradling mine, it felt more intimate, like something you only did when you couldn’t possibly get close enough to the person you loved.

I swallowed hard as emotion clogged my throat. I was so ridiculously in love with this man. A few months ago, I never could’ve imagined that this was what we would become. He was my husband, my partner, and my friend.

“I love you,” I whispered, and his face softened. He leaned in for a sweet kiss as he tugged me forward. He positioned me directly above his erection, and his tip brushed my entrance. Pulling back, he held my gaze as he slowly lowered me onto him.

“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You,” he said as he filled me, punctuating each word with a gentle kiss to my neck, my jaw, then finally my lips. I moaned when he was fully seated inside me. He simply held me for a moment, one hand possessively gripping my hip while the other cradled the back of my neck. His tongue dipped inside my mouth as he deepened our kiss. This time, it felt different. There was a deeper meaning behind our kiss. It was a declaration and a promise. I was his, and he would hold on to me forever.

“I need to move,” I confessed, arching my back. The motion caused my sensitive nipples to scrape along his chest, and the backward jut of my hips had his cock sliding along my inner walls. He sucked in a sharp breath as I rolled them forward again.

“Take what you need,” he said, his eyes flaring with heat. I rocked against him again, creating the most delicious friction between our bodies.

Bringing one hand to my breast, he cupped it, squeezing gently before plucking my nipple. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, and I involuntarily tightened around him.

“Fuck,” he groaned and dipped his head to take the stiff peak into his mouth. I cried out when his tongue swirled around my nipple again, and my inner walls clamped down harder. Switching to the other side, he lavished an equal amount of attention on that breast. He felt so good filling me while his hot mouth teased my nipples that another release built quickly. I gasped his name as it crested. My walls contracted around him, spurring on his release, and he erupted, his warmth filling me and drawing out my climax.

Our chests heaved from exertion, and sweat slickened our skin. Easton’s arms came around me, and he pulled me into him.

“I’m so glad you came back to me,” he said, his voice catching.

I pulled back and cupped his face in my hands. “I’ll always come back to you,” I promised. “I’ll never let anything come between us again. It’s you and me against the world,” I offered with a soft smile. He beamed at me, grinning like a fool before kissing me one last time.

“I need a shower,” I bemoaned as I lifted from his lap and stood on shaky legs.

“I was hoping you would say that,” Easton replied with a wicked glint in his eye. “But first, I owe you seven more orgasms,” he said, gripping my hips and pulling me back down onto the bed. He flipped me on my back and hovered above me.

“Seven?” I shrieked. I wasn’t sure my body was even capable of that.

“Yes. We were apart for nine days. That’s nine days we have to make up for. And you’ve already come twice.” He grinned as though the prospect of making me come nine times in one night was a challenge he was more than ready to meet.

Before I could protest, he ran a hand up my thigh and dipped two fingers inside me, thrusting them in and out a couple times. They were slick with his release when he brought them to my clit and gently circled it until I was a writhing, panting mess. I was still sensitive from the last round, so it didn’t take long for me to fall apart again.

“Three down. Six more to go,” Easton proclaimed as he scooped me into his arms and carried me to the shower where he gave me three more.

It was in the wee hours of the morning when we finally collapsed on the bed, our limbs boneless and skin flushed. My body ached and my lady bits were bound to be sore tomorrow, but my husband wore the biggest, most self-satisfied grin on his face.

He’d promised to make up for lost time, and boy did he deliver.