Free Husband Stay (Husband #2) by Louise Cusack Page B

leant down to kiss the nape of my neck.
    That set
off sensations that flitted around my body, pulsing down low where I usually
stroked to give myself an orgasm. Then his hand slid across to caress my other
breast while his hot tongue teased up the back of my neck and the tingling down-low
turned into a clutching sensation I’d never felt before, even while
masturbating. It disoriented me, and I sucked in a shuddering breath, completely
incapable of speech.
    “I’m taking you to
the bedroom now,” he said, but he waited.
    I knew I needed to
speak, to stop him or to let him continue, and I simply couldn’t stop. I was at
a turning point where the future was pleasure or it wasn’t. And while I was in
that moment with that pleasure, I wanted more.
    “Please,” I
whispered, my forehead still resting on the door. “Take me.”
    He did.
    In the next second,
he swept me up into his arms and I clung to his shoulder with my good hand, my
lips pressed against his throat where I could smell his skin for the first
time, and it made me even dizzier. Part of it was his sandalwood aftershave,
but most of it was aroused male.
    I kissed him up
behind his ear and tasted his skin, and I felt as if I’d never known a man
before. I’d never smelt heat like this on my husband, who suddenly seemed like
a boy in comparison.
    Jack strode with me
in his arms into the bedroom and laid me gently onto the soft blue coverlet,
but when he would have stood back, I clutched onto him with my good arm.
    He smiled down
into my eyes. “Trust me, I’m not going anywhere.” But the moment he released me,
I felt anchorless.
    He reached for the
bedside light.
    “Don’t.”
    He frowned at that.
“You like shadows?”
    A shaft of light
from the hallway crossed the four-poster wrought-iron bed. I wanted even that
gone. “You’re an athlete, and I’m…curvy.”
    “Thank you for
pointing that out,” he said, pulling off his tie. “Otherwise I might never have
noticed those stunning breasts or that bust-my-shorts ass.”
    I wanted to laugh,
but I was too nervous. “Okay.”
    “In fact…” He
kicked off his shoes and stripped off his jacket, throwing it across a chair. “From
the moment I first saw you…” He started unbuttoning his shirt. “You’ve made me
completely crazy, and if you bail on me now…” He shook his head, as if he
expected dire consequences.
    That should have
frightened me, but somehow I knew that if I said Stop , he would. So it
didn’t seem fair to have him worried about possible rejection, or rushing
before I could change my mind. So I forced myself past embarrassment to say, “I
want this. I want to…”
    No, I couldn’t say
it.
    He stopped with
his fingers on the zip of his trousers and said, “You want to come. You want me
to make you come.”
    I swallowed and
nodded, feeling awkward and incredibly vulnerable.
    His hands fell to
his sides. “How many times?”
    What?
    I must have had
some expression on my face. Shock. Or horror.
    He grinned. “So we’ll
start with one.” He went back to undressing and stripped off his pants and
briefs in one movement. I could only stare. When he straightened, an enormous
erection waved at me. Well, it was probably normal sized. I had no idea how big
they should be, but it was bigger than the only penis I’d ever seen in
the flesh.
    I swallowed hard
and forced myself to look at him, from the top of his dark, soft hair to those
magnificent shoulders, the spectacular chest leading down to lean hips,
beautiful thighs and surprisingly sexy calves.
    “Wow,” I
whispered, flicking a glance back at his penis. Wow. Okay, now I was
really nervous.
    He climbed immediately
onto the bed and straddled me, running his hands into my hair, gently resting
his erection on my belly as he leant forward and kissed me, long and slow and
wet. It was disconcerting at first, having a naked man looming over me,
especially one as big as Jack, but his kiss was so languorous, so coaxing, that
my bones