“Yes, ma’am.” He started undoing the button on my jeans while I stroked him. He kissed me with a ferocious appetite, grabbing me and pushing me up against the wall. He pulled off my jeans and lacy panties. Then he yanked off my shirt and bra in record time.
Everything that had happened drifted away except for us. I didn’t care what happened, I didn’t care if anyone heard, and I didn’t care about anything but the man who could make my body pulsate in a fury of passion. I wanted to be one with him.
He roughly grabbed my face after pushing my head against the wall. His tongue invaded my mouth, then he ran his teeth over my jawline. I got a thrill from the danger of it. One nip too hard and I would be like him.
His cool breath tickled my ear. Slowly, he sunk down to his knees, touching and kissing every square inch of my body. He dipped his fingers into my wet heat. I let out a quiet moan as he taunted me. I wanted more and I wanted all of him.
“More, Henry...” His tongue worked me over to the point of near ecstasy. I was pulling on his hair. “Henry...please. I need you.” My body ached to release with him inside my begging core.
He stood up, lifting me up against the wall and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He slowly slid me down and entered me. His groan was deep and throaty. It was a delicious sound that I greatly relished. I loved knowing I felt so good to him.
“Oh, fuuuuck, love,” he moaned. “It’s been too long.”
“Henry…,” I gasped as he pushed me to my limit.
He grabbed onto my ass and thrust himself into me over and over again. He was so rough and desperate. His face was buried into my chest, and his cool, throaty breaths tickled my skin. I wrapped my arms around him as I began to rise. I bit my lip and threw my head back.
My delicious moment came quickly over the intense passion that was being brought forward. After I spilled myself and melted into him, he carried me to the bed. He positioned himself behind me and took me again.
Again, his thrusts were hard and deep. His uncontrolled breathing was wild and intoxicating. Henry was coming apart at the seams. I made him stop so I could roll over. I wanted to see him come. He thrust himself back in and pounded into me.
“Oh, god, love. I’m going to… Fuuuuck,” he growled. I held his head in my hands and watched my beautiful man explode above me. His eyes rolled, his jaw relaxed, and he groaned deeply as he filled my core. He pumped his hips into me a few more times before he lost his ability to hold himself up.
He collapsed on the bed next to me, unable to breathe. I was still stuck in the euphoria of it all. Then he curled up next to me and his familiar, sweaty, cool body brought me back to reality.
A crying jag hit once again. I tried to hide it, but there was no hope. I really hated that weak side of myself. Henry pulled me close into his chest and stroked my hair. He whispered, “I’m sorry, love.” I looked up into his graying eyes. “I’m so sorry about everything. I love you so much.”
“I don’t want to do this anymore,” I whispered.
He was wearing a guilty expression on his face. “I know. Neither do I.”
“I just want everything back to normal, where I worried about where I placed my cell phone, or if I remembered to set my DVR for a Real Housewives marathon.” I nestled my head into Henry’s chest.
He didn’t say anything. I could feel his sadness. I knew he felt the whole situation was his fault, but it wasn’t my intention to make him feel that way. He stroked my hair and ran his fingers down my back.
“Elaina, I wish I could change what happened so you and I could try to live a somewhat normal life. But let’s face facts here, love. If it wasn’t for all this madness, we probably would have never met.” He was right. Then his stomach growled loudly and interrupted our emotional moment. We both laughed.
“Come on. Let’s go eat, and you can get your fix. Plus, you need to behave yourself, Henry. Stop with your attitude. I don’t want the fighting anymore.” I gave him my best stern look. I stood up, grabbed our clothes, and tossed his at him.
“Yes, ma’am.” He smirked at me and pulled me into a quick embrace. “Just let me say, that was fucking brilliant. I love angry, spontaneous sex with you.” He gave me a kiss and opened the door.
When we got back downstairs, Nick and Claire were at the table. Sophie had divided up the bag Thomas gave, and both she and Nick were sipping on it. Henry went straight to Nick. I hoped he was going to stay in control.
“Nick, may I speak with you in the other room?”
Nick looked around at everyone. “Yeah, I guess.” He sounded worried. I can’t say as I blamed him because I was, too. Nick got up and walked into the family room, Henry on his heels. I stood in the kitchen doorway, just out of earshot, but I could still see the interaction. I was ready to pounce if a brawl broke out.