Page 148 of My Husband Problem

His gaze is hot on my breasts, and I feel my nipples tingle. I move myself up and down in this position, shocked, but thrilled that I can take him deep like this.

“That’s fucking amazing,” he tells me. “Now touch your clit.”

I reach down and do just that. He is, after all, in charge here.

I circle over my clit and then use my other hand to tease a nipple.

All of that combined with the way he’s watching me starts an orgasm coiling, deep and hot.

“Declan.” I don’t have anything to add to that. I just needed to say his name.

And then I need to kiss him. I reach for him, and he seems to know what I need. He sits up, cupping my head and kissing me deeply, holding me close.

Using my knees, I move up and down in shorter strokes, and the tightness of our bodies, along with his kisses, sends me tumbling over the edge of another orgasm.

“Astrid,” he says gruffly against my ear, his arms tight around me as his body suddenly tenses and I feel him shuddering as his orgasm hits as well. “Fuck. Yes. God, I love you.”

I slump against him, physically spent, but also suddenly overcome with emotions.

Tears stream out of my eyes, and sobs seem to come from the very depths of my body.

He doesn’t seem alarmed. Or really even surprised. He just holds me, stroking my hair and keeping me tight against his body.

When I finally quiet, he reaches for his dress shirt we tossed aside and dresses me in it before laying us down on the cushions, my back to his front.

“I love you,” I murmur as sleep almost immediately starts to pull me under.

“I love you, too.”

And when I wake up at some point in the early morning hours, with the moon shining in on the porch and my husband breathing softly behind me, I find us underneath the throw blanket from the couch, and my cat curled up on top of both of us.

CHAPTER 30

DECLAN

“No,really, I insist on taking you to breakfast. You don’t need to cook for me.”

Astrid gives me a little grin. “Oh no, I really want to. Isn’t that a good wifely thing to do

I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her. “You’re doing just fine on your wifely duties,” I tease.

She presses her ass back against me and wiggles. “I’m glad you think so.”

The sex was awesome. Finally being with her like that was physically incredible, of course. But seeing this lightness about her the day after, knowing the emotional weight that has lifted from her, is even more satisfying.

“Who needs breakfast anyway?” I say, squeezing her waist.

She laughs. “Uh, me, actually. I’m starving.” She gives me an adorable smile over her shoulder. “I burned a lot of calories last night.”

I growl against her neck. “Yeah, you fucking did.” I kiss her neck. “And I guess you should eat, because I intend for you to burn a lot more today.”

She turns in my arms. “Today? During the day?” She gives me a fake scandalized look.

I back her up against the counter and press my hard cock against her belly. “Morning, noon, afternoon, evening…”

She pulls me down for a kiss. “Got it. And I’m fully on board. If we can stop in between for food.”

I laugh and step back. “Fine. But foodother peoplecook.”