Page 30 of Dangerous Intent

I stepped toward her and gripped the zipper on the back of her dress. Slowly, I drew it down.

“I love being your wife.”

“I love that you’re my wife.” I spread the dress open and slipped it from her shoulders as I trailed my lips along her soft skin at the nape of her neck. “I love you.”

“I owe you an apology.”

“For what?” How could she have done something to warrant an apology? I hadn’t let her out of my sight in days.

“Ever since we got together, I’ve been…” She leaned back and rested her head on my chest. “Um…”

“Impossible?”

“I was going to say I could be difficult at times.”

“I can’t argue with you.” I shimmied the dress over her hips and let it fall around her feet, leaving her in a white strapless bra and a silky pair of panties. “You are difficult.”

“You’re so charming.” She stepped out of the dress. “It’s one of your best qualities.”

“Let me finish.” I bent down, scooped her cherished dress from the floor, and draped it over the chair in the corner of the room.

“Please.”

I circled my arms around her waist. “I can admit there were times, especially at the beginning of your hostage situation, that I could have been nicer.”

“My hostage situation?” She turned in my arms and reached for my tie. “Is that what we’re calling it?”

“What would you like to call it?”

After she removed my tie, I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off my back before letting it join her discarded dress.

“I like to think it was me holding you hostage.” She swiped her lips down my chest, kissing my ribcage on her way to her knees. “You didn’t let me go because you couldn’t.”

“That’s definitely a possibility.” I caressed her flawless face. “I’ll never let you go.”

“Good.” She bit the corner of her bottom lip, kindling my arousal. “Because I’m never leaving.”

She unbuckled my belt and gazed up at me while she unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper.

“Then I guess we’re both being held hostage.”

“Maybe that should be my first tattoo,” she said. “What do you think?”

She tugged my pants and boxers down. I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.

“I think we should put the worddefiantin front ofhostage.”

She settled on her knees before taking my cock in her hand. Leaning forward, she darted her tongue out and swirled it around the tip.

“Fuck,” I breathed out as I ran my fingers through her curls.

When she gripped the base of my shaft, I thrust my hips forward and pumped in and out of her hot, sexy mouth. With her free hand, she dug her fingers into my thigh as she took me deeper. She hummed around my cock, licking and sucking until I lost myself in the ecstasy she created. I was seconds from exploding down her throat.

No!I growled inside my head.

I gripped her wrist and pulled her to her feet, breathing heavily and gazing into her lust-filled eyes.

“You didn’t stop me because you didn’t like it.”