Taking His Woman(33)

“Do you promise not to be mad?”

“I promise.”

“Yes. I’ve read this book.”

“And a few others.”

He leaned round her, turning off the hob. The flame died out. Her saucepan of tomatoes and basil-covered pasta was forgotten. Turning her around to face him, Chris cupped her cheek in his palm.

“Don’t you have to go out?” she asked.

“Not if I don’t want to. I’ve only been invited to go, and that was before you were back in my life. It’s business, and Blaze has Cassie to go with him. I was only going because I said I would. I’d rather be home with you. My gorgeous, sexy, soon-to-be-wife.” He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. The fullness called for him to sink other body parts inside her. “Have you fingered yourself imagining scenes from the books?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Hey.” He lifted her head to look at him. “Don’t ever be embarrassed or ashamed about your desires.”

“But I shouldn’t be needing that. I’ve got you, and it’s freaky,” she said.

“There is nothing freaky about wanting to try new things, love. And I’ve not been fulfilling everything you need.” He wasn’t upset. Chris was excited at the prospect of exploring so much more with her. Their age gap always held him back for fear of hurting her in some way. Women needed to know when they were ready to broaden their horizons, not have a man force a woman into situations that risked scarring them beyond repair.

“I love being with you.”

“I know, but we can still be together and delve into something kinkier if you would like.” He unbuttoned her shirt. She didn’t protest.

“I’m not sure,” she said.

“I can’t promise to go intense on you, but I think I could extend to a firm spanking and certainly some outdoor sex. I noticed you marked the page where he takes her from behind in the back of the car, and where he puts his hand print on her ass.”

If it was possible her face went a deeper shade of red.

“I’m hard, baby.” He rubbed his cock against her pussy. Chris lifted her onto the counter, pushing her skirt out of the way. She opened her legs wide. Most of their love-making had taken place in bed. He wanted to prove to her that their time together meant more to him than a quick tumble in the sheets.

“I love you, Erica. What happens between us would never tear us apart. I want to explore your desires with you, every step of the way.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. She looked and sounded so vulnerable.

“You’re going to be my wife. I want to share everything with you. When you close your eyes all I want you to see is me. I’m a selfish bastard, Erica. I won’t share you, but I’ll give you everything you need.”

“I love you, Chris. Always.”

“You own my heart, baby. You’ve forgiven me for what I did to you in the past. You’ve opened your heart to me. Going on this path would be the greatest pleasure. Only for you, Erica.”

He claimed her lips in a consuming kiss. There was nothing gentle. He put all of his love, passion, and desire into the kiss. Chris wanted to show her with his actions rather than words what she meant to him.





Chapter Sixteen





Erica cried out as he ripped her panties from her body. The action was so violent it should have scared her. But it didn’t scare her; it excited her. How could she have been with a man for the past few months and never known this side of him? The intense way he was staring at her as she unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, shocked her. There was no foreplay. He pulled her to the edge of the counter and slammed inside her in one hard thrust.

Their groans mingled.

“I feel how wet you are, Erica. Tell me what you want. I’d love to be part of this,” he said. Her shirt fell onto the floor, followed by her bra. Her tits bounced with every hard push of his cock.

“I want to be with you, Chris. Only you,” she said. He tweaked her nipples, and the sensation went straight to her clit. She clawed at his back trying to feel his flesh.

Chris pulled away long enough to get his shirt off. His trousers were round his knees, and she found his state of dress highly erotic. Her skirt was round her waist as he held her hips and pressed back inside her.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“More, please, I want more.”

“Tell me to fuck your cunt,” he said.

He’d never used that word with her. She stared at him in shock, her body pulsing with fresh arousal at his words. In the books, men talked to women like that, and hearing it from him sent her desire shooting sky high.

“Fuck my cunt, Chris.” He plunged inside her in one smooth, hard thrust. She cried out, clawing at his back for something to hold on to.