Free Broken Promises by J.K. Coi Page B

but he soon noticed that she’d lost a button in her haste, and her fingers were having difficulty with the last few. “Stupid things,” she muttered, glancing up at him with an apologetic smile. “I should have worn one of the new shirts with the simple snaps, but—”
    His voice felt like sandpaper dragging the back of his throat. “Jesus, Callie.” He pushed a hand through his hair. “What the hell am I doing?”
    “What do you mean?” She looked at him in puzzlement.
    “I can’t just take you on the bench in a train compartment. You’re my wife, for God’s sake.”
    She tilted her head. “So if I wasn’t your wife, you could do it?” Her grin tugged at his control.
    “You shouldn’t tease me like that,” he warned, stepping forward.
    “And why not? Are you going to do something about it?”
    He loved that her playful, daring side had started to shine through again these past few weeks, and up until the past few days the shadows in her eyes had come less and less frequently. She leaned back on the bench and let her legs fall open, leaving her skirts hiked up to her thighs so he could almostsee…
    Sweat broke out on his brow. He couldn’t look away. God, she was so beautiful. Her smile beckoned him, breasts offering themselves up to be licked and sucked, daring him to leave delicious pink marks all over her before he teased her nipples to hard points.
    “In fact, I think I will do something about it.”
    She’d said he must quit treating her like fine china, and she was right. He had to stop thinking this second chance would be yanked away as soon as he let down his guard. He wasn’t going to lose her. He could protect her.
    Standing between her spread thighs, he wasn’t prepared for her to sit up and reach for the fastening of his pants. In short order his hard cock was in her hands and she leaned over him, taking him in her mouth.
    She swirled her tongue and sucked him deep while her hand squeezed. He groaned and shook with the effort to remain standing and not dissolve into a puddle at her feet. Her mouth was bliss, but the sensations she pulled from him were deeper and more complex than he expected, sending him off balance.
    Would he slip? Would she sense his tension and fear? Did she know how much the things they’d learned worried him? She might not realize how clearly she’d been broadcasting her own worries. Or that it was killing him to wait until she was ready to tell him. All of this—and the thought of her in danger again for any reason—was enough to rip his heart out, and he was barely holding it together.
    Pulling away and leaning back on the bench, she looked up at him. God, she was beautiful. Her lips were red, her breath coming fast. He firmly shoved his uncertainties aside, determined to give in to the simplicity of the moment. Placing his hands on her knees, he started moving up, and up, pushing her skirts higher until the swollen, wet folds of her sex were visible between the slit in her silky white drawers.
    Guiding himself to her entrance, he gripped her waist and lifted her hips, sliding deep in one thrust. “Good God,” he moaned, reveling in the tight, familiar fit.
    “Hard. Please, Jasper.”
    She wrapped her legs around his waist and crossed her ankles at the base of his spine. He glided back and forth in a smooth, rocking rhythm. Though he started slowly, the speed was soon impossible to maintain and he was pounding in her, giving her everything he had and only holding on to the one thing that mattered.
    Her.
    She came with a muffled cry, her hand pressed over her mouth. But he felt none of the same desire to protect the other passengers from the knowledge of what they were doing, and his shout filled the tiny compartment.
    When he let go of her legs, he rearranged her skirts before joining her on the bench seat. He pulled her in to his side with a contented sigh. “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if you’re already carrying our child?”
    She gasped and shoved at