Page 28 of A Touch of Fate

Maybe this would mark the end of our marriage before it had even really begun. My mouth turned dry when the last words left my mouth.

Samuel dropped his hands from their task of unbuttoning his shirt. “What makes you think I would be with another woman?” he asked quietly, his gaze so intent I had trouble not looking away.

I felt inexplicably stupid blaming his possible infidelity on my wheelchair, especially since I’d been the one who told him it wasn’t as big a deal as many people thought.

Maybe he saw it because his frown deepened, becoming almost foreboding.

Of course, that only made him more attractive.

Samuel was a man who always looked good, and sometimes he looked completely breathtaking.

“My parents have been married for thirty years. My father taught me that loyalty and faithfulness are the key to a marriage. I wouldn’t dishonor you by cheating on you, Emma.

There isn’t another woman, and there won’t be. ”

I swallowed. I could tell he was being serious.

Actually, he seemed almost angry that I’d dared to accuse him at all.

But what about F.? Was he really that good a liar?

If that were the case, our marriage would be doomed.

I blushed at my next words, feeling ashamed for my actions.

“You have two phones, and this morning an F. told you she misses you.”

Samuel’s face became stone, as cold and as unrelenting, but the look of disappointment and anger in his eyes was worse. “You spied on me?”

I swallowed hard. “You hid your second phone from me, and the message from F. popped up on your screen.”

He stared off to the side, his gaze distant as if contemplating what to tell me. “You don’t trust me.”

Anger surged through me. “How could I? I’d love to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I know how some men in our world are, and I know how many people perceive me. I won’t lie to myself, and I don’t want you to lie to me either.”

Samuel took a step closer, his eyes blazing with fury.

“You shouldn’t listen to what other people say.

You should care how I perceive you. And I haven’t given you a reason to distrust me.

I have two phones because I’m not only in contact with Outfit members.

I have to deal with many creeps from other organizations that I’d like to keep separate. ”

Was he telling the truth? Then why had the message sounded very intimate, not like something business acquaintances wrote each other? Was I imagining things? “You haven’t tried to have sex with me again.”

I sank my teeth into my lower lip before my mouth could spew more word vomit.

“Ideally, I’d have sex with you again very soon,” he said with a hint of a smirk that immediately sent sparks through my body. “But sex in a marriage isn’t a one-way road.”

“But why didn’t you try anything after our wedding night?”

Samuel still stood in his half-unbuttoned shirt with those rolled-up sleeves in front of me, and with every word out of his mouth, I wanted him more. “I didn’t want to push you into anything you weren’t ready for. You could be sore.”

I was still a little sore. “You could have asked me or tried to initiate something, and I would have told you no if I didn’t want it.”

Not that any part of me didn’t want to be with Samuel. I still tingled when I thought of Samuel’s fingers on me. My body and mind screamed yes.

“You could have initiated things,” Samuel suggested as if it were the easiest thing in the world, and to him, it probably was.

I didn’t often think about our age gap, but the eight and a half years he had on me meant he’d been having sex for a long time.

Most guys in our world began at fourteen or fifteen, so he’d been sexually active for twelve years. A new wave of nerves filled me.

My cheeks burned fiercely. I fumbled with the covers.

“If I had more experience, maybe I would have…” That was a lie.

My fear of being rejected by him would have been too great.

Our bond was still too fresh for me to be anywhere near being confident enough for a move like that.

“But you have at least twelve years of experience on me! You have probably slept with more women than I have shoes in my wardrobe!”

Samuel cocked an eyebrow. Damn him for looking like a woman’s dream.

His gaze flitted to the rows of shoes lined up on the open shelves in the walk-in wardrobe, and his answering smirk made anger and desire battle in my insides.

I tried to remember how many shoes were on display.

Since Anna had told me I looked good in heels, I’d gone on a few unhealthy shopping sprees.

“You need to buy more shoes,” he said with a chuckle.

I stared at him indignantly, but at the same time, the banter did strange things to my belly. “Don’t tempt me.”

“So what about the matter at hand? Why didn’t you approach me? Like you said, you are the innocent part in our bond, and some might say I was being considerate by not demanding anything from you.”

“There’s a difference between demanding and initiating,” I said firmly.

“I don’t know you very well. I wasn’t sure if you would have had the backbone to say no.” For some reason, his voice had become lower over the course of our conversation.

“Oh,” I said. I hadn’t seen it from his angle yet. “That makes sense… but I would prefer it if you’d take the initiative for now.”

Samuel stepped closer to the bed. The top buttons of his shirt were open and gave me a very distracting view of his chest. “I don’t have a problem with that as long as you want to have sex with me.”

“I want to,” I whispered despite the heat crawling up my throat.

Samuel loosened his tie, never taking his eyes off me.

“Good,” he murmured. He leaned over me, cupped my face, and kissed me.

His kiss tasted of whisky or brandy, I couldn’t tell, and was gentle at first but soon became more demanding.

My body responded immediately. My core tightened, and an insistent tingling started between my legs.

Samuel shoved back the covers and climbed between my thighs.

His erection pressed against my core when he stretched out on top of me.

His kiss, just like the first time, set my body aflame.

And the feel of his weight between my legs?

I couldn’t get enough of it, especially the pressure of his length exactly where I needed it.

Samuel rocked against me lightly while he kissed me, and the friction was almost enough to make me come.

I hadn’t even realized how much our conversation had already turned me on.

I hesitantly slid one hand into his hair and put the other on his back.

Samuel pulled back. “I’m yours. You can touch me however you want. ”

I let out a choked breath. Mine . It still seemed impossible.

Samuel kissed my throat, one of his hands slipping under my nightgown, up my side until he cupped my breast. When my nipple puckered against his palm, he rocked his erection against my core again, and I moaned against his mouth.

I wanted more, so much more. I’d have never thought that a simple touch could ignite me with so much desire.

When I heard Emma’s soft moan, my cock jerked inside my pants, making me aware that I still had too many clothes on, but this was about Emma, about showing her how good I could make her feel if only she’d let me.

She writhed on the mattress as I teased her nipples.

She wanted more. Her body sent a clear message.

I slid a hand down the tantalizing curves of her body, then inside her panties, until my fingers found her clit.

She was so wet, my fingertip slipped over her button, tearing another moan from her lips.

She squeezed her eyes shut as if trying to keep herself in check.

I pressed my lips against her ear. “Don’t hold back.

In our bedroom, there’s no need for shame or restraint. I want all of you.”

She met my gaze, surprise and wonder in her eyes. Her skin was flushed, and her lips parted as I began to rub small circles on her nub. I kissed her, needing to taste her plump lips.

“You’re close,” I rasped between kisses as her breathing became more labored. She didn’t react, only clung to my shoulder, focusing on my chest.

“I would ask you if you like it, but this—” I slid one finger over her opening, which was slick with arousal. She blushed, and a small, strange sound escaped her lips.

She bit her lip, the desire in her eyes flickering up.

“What do you want?” I rasped.

Her gaze flitted to my finger once more.

“Inside you?”

I was going to lose my mind at any second. My cock was ready to bust out of my pants. She gave a small nod, uncertainty and embarrassment crowding her face as if it were a bad thing to want my finger inside her when it turned me on.

I brushed my lips over her throat and moved them down until I cupped her nipple. My fingers found her entrance once more, and I slowly eased a finger inside. She was still tight and tensed briefly, so I stilled and looked up at her face.

“Still sore?” I rumbled.

The knowledge of why she was sore made me even hungrier for more. Maybe we really were nothing more than instinct-driven beasts.

“A bit, but I don’t want you to stop,” she admitted with a small smile.

“Oh, I have no intention of stopping, not until you come all over my fingers and cock.”

Her eyes widened slightly, then fluttered shut. She moaned when I pushed my finger deeper into her pussy and began to curl it slightly while my thumb brushed her clit. I regarded her attentively while my finger pumped in and out, trying to gauge when she’d be ready for another finger and my cock.