Really?
Why the fuck not?
“I…” my lips brushed along his shoulder while he rocked into me, large hands keeping my ass from sliding off the edge of the granite “…hate how good this feels.” My ankles tightened around his waist as I chased that orgasm he’d been flirting with forever.
Forcing my hands around his neck to unclasp, he guided them behind my back and restrained them with one hand. My shoulders reared back in response, and he ducked his head to suck in my nipple.
“ARG!” I jerked as he bit it like a piranha. Total sadist.
But he rebounded with his free hand, sliding it between our joined bodies. My muscles spasmed, gripping him in tiny little pulses.
Blurred vision.
A sensual narcotic racing through my veins.
The pinnacle of physical pleasure.
It occurred to me that I might go to Hell, but I’d go there infinitely satisfied with my earthly experiences.
Kael freed my arms and stabbed his fingers into my hair, crashing his mouth to mine as he stilled with his release and a low moan I felt deep in my own chest. “There’s…” he panted, breaking our kiss and resting his cheek against mine while his fingers kept a firm claim to my hair “…nothing about you that’s not perfection.”
I chuckled, unlocking my legs from his waist as my left calf started to get a cramp. “That’s the orgasm talking.”
He pulled out of me slowly, resting his hands on my thighs. “Your legs are trembling.”
Rubbing my swollen lips together for a few breaths, I rested my hands on his. “Can’t imagine why.”
He leaned in and grinned before brushing his lips over mine. “You taste better than that peppermint bark. And it’s pretty fucking awesome.” Those addictive lips made a lazy trip down my neck to my breasts, showing his tender side with them.
I loved the feeling of him savoring me. I loved watching his eyes show appreciation of my gently used body. Kael made me feel beautiful and ageless with just his eyes.
Sometimes I swear Craig didn’t even look at me. Really look at me.
Without feeling rushed, we pieced ourselves back together, stealing flirty glances. I had a secret. One I never had to share. For as long as we mutually wanted it, we could do exactly what we’d just done and walk away without any sort of accountability.
Sex.
Just sex.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Kael stole me from my thoughts as he disinfected the island, which made me grin.
I slipped on my wool coat and buttoned it. Had I been honest, I would have told him my brain escaped to the order of getting dressed … or, really, undressed. Halfway through our marriage, Craig started to undress in a weird order before he’d get into the shower. I’d walk into the bathroom to see him testing the water temperature, wearing nothing but a T-shirt—occasionally socks too. It was quite possibly the unsexiest thing ever. A man child. A two-hundred-pound toddler who ran off before his mom could get his diaper and pants back on him. Bare ass and saggy balls exposed just below the hem of his shirt.
So. Weird.
It always made me cringe.
But I didn’t tell Kael that. I came up with something less weird, but still kind of funny. “It’s an indescribable feeling to have a sex toy that nobody knows about.”
He barked out a laugh. “Sex toy, huh?” After tossing the rag into a bin and returning the spray to the shelf above the sink, he grabbed my coat lapels and kissed me again.
All the kisses.
Each one as good as the first and as addictive as the last.
“I’ll add that to my resumé.”
“You really should. Snow removal. Valet. And sex toy. You could run for mayor with that stellar skill set. Seriously. Run for mayor. Close up shop and get your name in the race.”
“Close up shop? After I perfected my peppermint bark? Are you crazy?” He bopped the tip of my nose with his finger.
“Can’t blame a girl for trying.” I frowned.
“True.” He turned and retrieved his coat from the hook by the storage room door. “But I can walk said girl to her vehicle since it’s dark outside.”
“I think the worst crime to have ever happened in Epperly was some graffiti at the new skate park.”
“See … that’s what I love about this town. It’s so pure and innocent.” He led the way to the front door, unlocked it, and held it open for me.
I stepped past him. “Innocent? Sure. Except for that Elsie Smith. I hear she’s a little promiscuous.”
He laughed, locking the door behind us. “If I’m the only guy you’re having sex with, then I’m not sure that counts as promiscuous.”
We walked toward my Tahoe. No hand-holding. No linking arms. Nothing that would look suspicious to the few people still milling around the square.