Free Husband Sit (Husband #1) by Louise Cusack

as we
sat in front of the television. It didn’t matter what we were watching, Finn
positioned himself in the lounge-room so he could pretend to be looking at the
screen while he scoped me out.
    I
wanted to call him on it, to say For fucks sake, just do me! But the
sexual tension was addictive. I’d never felt this desired before, but I’d also
never been with a man who was so gentle and so smart. Our dinner conversations
were a heady mix of world politics, cricket—which we both loved—and sci fi
nerdery. In sharp contrast, I’d been lucky to get a conversation about the
weather out of Doug, so this new intellectual stimulation was as sexy as hell
to me, especially when I could see Finn mentally undressing me the whole time.
    I
told myself I wasn’t doing anything to seduce him. He was doing it all himself.
I even resisted provocative attire, but in shorts and a tank top, when I was
sleepily sprawled out on the lounge, my legs just… fell open, as they did on
the fifth night. Wine and self-satisfaction made me complacent and I dozed off,
only to be roused by Finn putting a blanket over me.
    I
woke up groggy and pushed it off. “S’fine,” I mumbled. “I’ll go to bed.”
    “Okay.”
    He
stepped back and I lurched up off the lounge, too quickly, and ended up falling
into him with an undignified “Oof!” It took me a couple of seconds to
work out that my foot had gone to sleep. Then I pulled myself up on him and
said through my fallen-down hair, “I don’t think… I can’t walk.”
    He
made a sound, like a low growl that I felt through his chest. Then he pulled me
hard against him. Suddenly my breasts were crushed against his chest and his
lips found mine, startling me out of my dozy state into sudden dizzying arousal.
His mouth was hot and demanding, and when his tongue slid into contact with
mine, my nipples fizzed into life like sparklers. One of his large hands slid
across my shoulders while the other ran down my back to press me hard against
his erection. Which felt big.
    All
I could think was I’d been planning to sit back down.
    But
this was better.
    This
was heaven.
    And
amid the seductive heat of his body against mine and the deliciousness of his
tongue in my mouth, tasting of wine and sin, I had no room for anything other
than throbbing pleasure and hoping this would never stop.
    Miraculously,
the morals questions were out of my hands. He was the married one and he had to
decide whether he wanted to be unfaithful. Clearly he did, so when he pushed me
back onto the lounge and started kissing down my neck to my exposed cleavage,
you’d better believe I wasn’t resisting.
    I
managed to breathe, “Is this where you’ve been fantasizing about fucking me?”
    He
paused in kissing his way across my cleavage and whispered against my skin, “I
should have taken you that first time, in your bed after you—”
    “Masturbated.”
    He
nodded, his breath hot against my skin, making my nipples tighten so much they
hurt.
    I
sucked in an unsteady breath. “Do you want to go there?”
    He
didn’t say anything, just stood and pulled me up into his arms, walking me to
my room and lowering me to stand beside the bed. I reached for the bottom of my
tank top but he pulled it out of my hands, sliding it over my head and then
somehow dispensing with the rest of my clothes as he kissed me. Whether I was
still groggy from sleep or simply drugged with the throb of arousal that echoed
low in my body, I barely noticed.
    At
last I pulled back from the kiss and said, “Let’s try a full recreation.” And
with only the light from the hallway on us, I crawled onto the bed on my hands
and knees and wiggled my ass.
    He
stripped off his clothes beside me in the shadows so I couldn’t see much. All I
could hear was the zipper and then rustles as his clothes hit the floor, but I
contented myself with the fact that we had more than three weeks in front of
us. Plenty of time for exploration.
    I
nodded at the bedside table.