Page 256 of The Unwilling Bride
"What are you doing?" I gasp, try to rise, but he holds me against him.
He snuggles his face into my neck and takes in a long deep breath. "It’s been twelve hours, fifteen minutes and nine seconds since I had anything worth tasting." He licks my cheek.
I giggle. "Stop. You scared me. I thought it was an emergency."
"It is. I’m starving." He throws me down next to him on the bed and covers my body with his. Then, he pretends to take a big bite out of where my shoulder meets my throat.
"James, stop." I half laugh, half-heartedly attempt to wriggle out from under him. "I was really worried. I thought something was wrong. I thought you were hurt, or something worse."
He looks into my eyes, remorse in his. "I’m sorry, baby. Sometimes, my need for you overwhelms me. I may have lost my mind a little waiting for you to come home, and I couldn't take it a second longer. I couldn't contain my emotions any longer and messaged you. I didn’t mean to scare you."
My heart melts. All the worry I built up coming here fades. I cup his cheek. "Honey, don’t apologize. You did scare me. But that’s a small price to pay for you acting on your emotions. You told me you needed me, and I love that. You can text me anytime."
His features soften. "You’re too good for me."
I chuckle. "I know that."
He laughs. "You’re such a brat."
"You know that already."
His blue eyes flash. "And you love being punished for it."
"Ooh. Yes, please." I flutter my eyelashes at him.
He lowers his chin and kisses me deeply. I throw my arms around him and plaster myself to him. I press my breasts into his chest and revel in how his weight presses me into the mattress. I love the feel of his body on mine. How he licks into my mouth and swipes his tongue over my teeth and drinks from me. I moan, part my legs, and he settles in. I feel the thickness of his cock stabbing into my pussy through the clothes I'm wearing. My panties are soaked. My insides tremble. I want him. I need?—
His phone vibrates with what I recognize as an appointment reminder.
Both of us ignore it. He nibbles his way down my throat, pulling down the neckline of my blouse to nip at the curve of my breast. My nipples tighten. I whimper, my pussy clenching down on the emptiness.
"I want you inside of me."
His phone stops vibrating.
"I need to be inside of you." He slides his hand between us and flicks open the button at the waistband of my pants. I shiver.
A second reminder goes off on his phone.
I groan. "You need to get that?"
"I don’t need to do anything except make my wife orgasm."
I half laugh, then shudder when he slips his hand inside my pants to brush my clit.
His phone stops vibrating. Only to start again at once.
His muscles bunch. "Fuck." He presses his forehead into my cleavage.
"Do you need to be somewhere?" My heart thunders in my chest. How he can rev me from zero to a hundred in seconds will never cease to amaze me.
He raises himself enough to reach over and grab his phone from the nightstand. He looks at it, then groans. "Damn, I forgot. I promised to attend the inaugural session of Braids and Booze at The Famous Cock."
"Braids and Booze?"
"It’s being organized by Beckett. He had this idea to get single Dads, and Dads who are interested, to come together every week at the pub. We sink a few pints. Learn how to braid hair and other such stuff that’ll help us with the little girls in our lives."
“Is Beckett a single Dad?”
