“Jesus!” he cried out, catching me mid-fall, and hauled me sideways onto his lap. “Christ, woman, are you always this clumsy?”
I don’t know what came over me, but while staring into his concerned face, I suddenly burst into belly-aching laughter. Before long, Sutton had caught the bug and was laughing right along with me.
As he laughed, I stared at his handsome face. He’d taken off his hat when we arrived, and his hair was thick and wavy on top. It looked so soft. Before I knew what I was doing, I lifted my hand and tunneled my fingers through those silky strands. His hands tightened around me, keeping me close.
Wanting to explore a little more, I shifted in my seat, yanking up the swaths of fabric so my legs weren’t twisted up. He helped this along, running his big paws up the sides of my thighs as I properly straddled his form with a leg on each side of him, my chest braced against his.
“What are you doing, wife?” He gulped, and I could see his uneasiness at war with his desire at my bold choice of position.
I sat fully against his lap, straddling him and the chair. “I want to touch your hair with both hands,” I whispered, my gaze locked on his scruffy jaw and plump lips. I could see the little wound I’d given him when I bit him earlier. With the pad of my thumb, I traced the laceration. “I’m sorry about this,” I murmured, frowning.
“Are you really?”
I shook my head, “No. But I should be.” I smiled, then slid both of my hands into his lush hair teasingly. “So damn soft,” I cooed, enjoying the feeling of running my fingers through the silky strands.
“Dakota, I don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, honey, but you’re in my lap, rubbing that fine ass against my cock and winding me up.”
“Mmm-hmm.” I scratched my fingers down his scalp and purposely rubbed my ass against him.
His fingers dug into the flesh at my hips. “We’ve been drinkin’。 Bottle is more than half empty. That means neither of us are thinking too clearly,” he stated rather primly, but his hands started to move up and down my sides delectably.
I sighed and rubbed my sex harder against the steely length between us and cried out when the target hit the bullseye just right. “Why are you talking?” I grumbled, intent on my task.
His hands shifted up my back and back down where he ground his hips against me. I held on to the back of his chair and gloried in the pressure between my thighs.
“Fuck, yes!” I gasped. Arousal roared through my body, making my skin feel sensitive and my lady bits needy.
Sutton’s mouth latched on to my skin where he kissed a line from one ear down along the column of my neck to the tops of my breasts. Both the fabric of the dress and the lingerie beneath crisscrossed over my boobs, capturing them behind two complex layers of fabric. That didn’t stop Sutton for even a second.
Before I knew it, the top clasp at my neck was undone, the fabric falling to my waist and exposing my top half in the pretty lingerie. It took him a nanosecond to shove aside both swaths of fabric and palm my bare breasts, tweaking my nipples with his thumbs.
Pleasure blasted from my chest and settled like liquid heat at my core. “God, that’s good.” I arched in his lap, continuing to rub against him, seeking more.
“Dakota… Sweetness, if I put my mouth on you, there’s no stopping this train. This is your chance to put an end to this. Right here, right now.” His hands molded to my breasts so beautifully, while his thumbs petted the pale pink tips in a featherlight caress that was maddening and delicious at the same time.
Stop? Hell, no. I wanted to get off. Multiple times if that spear in his pants was as promising bare as it felt clothed. We were in this relationship for three years, might as well enjoy the good parts. Which was increasingly obvious since we couldn’t keep our hands off one another.
I abruptly stood up and noticed his expression fall to one of regret. He let his arms drop loosely at his sides, hands in fists while his chest pumped up and down with every ragged breath he took.
That’s when I shocked the holy hell out of Sutton Goodall.
I shoved off the remainder of the dress and let it pool at my feet. Then I unclipped the latch at the neck of the lingerie and shoved it down until I stood completely bare-ass naked in front of my nemesis. My adversary.
My husband.
Cool air teased the tips of my nipples and the slickness between my thighs. I reached over the table and grabbed my glass of bourbon and slammed the remainder back. It burned gloriously going down my throat. Then I handed Sutton his. He didn’t take his eyes off my body as he finished his bourbon and tossed the glass over his head. It crashed to the floor and shattered. He didn’t so much as flinch.