Sincerely, Your Inconvenient Wife (The Harder They Fall, #2)(80)

And I’d want it all over again.

I wanted more than this.

Everything might have been enough.

But I’d have to settle for this. Her body being mine. Her eyes on me. My name on her lips. My seed coating her. My claim on Saoirse might have been temporary, but it was powerful. She was mine, and I was so fucking hers, I couldn’t see straight.

“I’m going to come.” As if I couldn’t already feel her swelling and pulsing.

“I know your body, pretty girl. I’m ready for you.”

She took me as far as she could and rocked against me, her clit hitting my pelvis. Her head lolled back, giving me the opening I needed to suck her throat and bite down on the crook of her neck.

I waited for her to begin the fall before I allowed myself to let go and join her. Arms wrapped around slick bodies, we embraced, holding on as powerful shudders traveled from her body to mine. Air was in short supply, so we shared it, heaving lungfuls at each other. Hot and thready, passing back and forth.

Minutes passed, breathing became somewhat normal, and I found myself flat on my back with Saoirse sprawled on top of me.

“Clem sat in her window sling this morning,” Saoirse said.

I raised my head. “She did? Did you take a picture?”

“Of course I did.” She rolled to the side to grab her phone from the nightstand and turned it on to show me the screen.

Our cat. I couldn’t deny Clementine was as much mine as Saoirse’s. She was Velcro, either attached to me or her. She wasn’t a cat who needed space.

I’d bought her a sling that attached to the windows in the living room, thinking she’d like to look out at the city. So far, she’d only sat in it for a second or two before frantically meowing like we were lighting her tail on fire.

But there she was on Saoirse’s phone, relaxed and regal, like the princess she was, curled up in the sling, her tail lazily hanging off the side.

“How long did she stay there?” I asked.

“An hour. She fell asleep there. I think she would have stayed longer, but Miles started singing ‘Mo Money Mo Problems,’ and she woke up.”

Turning the screen off, I tossed the phone aside. “Miles saw her in the sling?”

“Yeah.” She trailed her fingers along my chest. “Are you jealous?”

“Territorial. He shouldn’t get to see my cat in the sling I bought her before I do.”

“I told him to close his eyes.”

“Good.”

She snorted. “I was kidding about that. At least you’ll be happy to know Clem still doesn’t like him.”

“Did she scratch him?”

“No. How could you think she’d ever do something that violent? She just gives him the cold shoulder and swishes her tail at him.”

“As she should.”

Saoirse patted my chest then dropped a kiss over my heart. “She knows who her Daddy is.”

I grunted. “Don’t patronize me.”

“I would never.” She kissed me again. “Now, tell me about the dinner you’re taking me to tonight. Who am I impressing?”

I rolled so I was on top of her, spreading her legs to fit myself between them. Our noses were tip to tip, and I dragged mine along hers.

“The only one you have to impress is me, and that’s a given.”

Her smile was white lightning up close. “I like you so much, Luca.”

“Then put your lips on me and show me.”





Chapter Thirtyfour





Saoirse





Clem wove between my feet as I walked. When we got her two months ago, this maneuver of hers nearly sent me sprawling. But we’d worked out a system—she did what she wanted, and I learned to adapt.

Luca walked through the front door just as I passed the entry. Clem immediately detached from me to attach to him.

“Hello, you.”

“Hey, pretty girl.”

He picked Clem up and crossed to me, dropping a quick kiss to my cheek, even though I was aching for so much more. Luca was steadfast in his determination to keep our physical interactions outside of our home, and I hated it with the passion of a thousand burning suns.

I constantly missed him, even when he was right in front of me.

It was like having half of him.

Not that I was a sex fiend. It was more that I was a Luca fiend. I would have settled for a cuddle, but he wouldn’t even give me that.

I played off my disappointment, arching a brow. “Are you talking to me or the cat?”

He kissed the top of Clem’s head. “You’re my pretty girl. Clementine is my princess.”

I leaned into the two of them, stealing a little bit of contact. “As it should be. By the way, Clara’s spending the night.”

Luca’s head jerked up. “What? Why?”

My shoulder lifted. “She said she can’t get comfortable in her own bed and has been dreaming about your guest bed. I told her of course she can spend the night at our place. As many nights as she needs.”

Clara was a month away from her due date. She hadn’t really slowed down, despite the beach ball she was carrying in front, and she never complained. So, when she called me this afternoon and her voice cracked when she told me how tired she was, I immediately invited her. How could I not?