Page 96 of Accidental Mile High Daddy

I laughed, low and rough against her, and did it again, slower this time, letting her feel every stroke before pulling back just enough for my breath to ghost across her skin. “You’ll what?”

Her fingers fisted in my hair, trying to push my mouth back to her. “I’ll shove you overboard.”

“Try.” I kissed her inner thigh before dragging my lips back to her center. “I dare you.”

She didn’t. Just rocked against my mouth instead with a desperate little whimper that made my cock push painfully against my suit trousers. I could feel her trembling, her breathcoming faster, her body tightening, but Iknewher. This isn’t how she wanted to fall apart.

Right on cue, she pulled hard on my hair, yanking like she had a vendetta against me, pulling me back up to her mouth and crashing her lips to mine, tasting herself on my tongue. Her nails dug into my shoulders, harsh andneedy, her hips rolling up against me and grinding shamelessly, all that defiance dissolving away.

“Please,” she whimpered against my mouth, biting down on my lower lip hard enough to sting.

I groaned. Like I could ever fucking deny her when it wasn’t medically necessary. I unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way, shrugging it from my shoulders and letting it fall onto the sheets. “Since you asked so nicely,” I murmured, popping my belt open, and then my slacks, moving hastily until there was nothing left between us.

I slid into her with one smooth thrust, watching every flicker of pleasure cross her face as sheclenchedaround me. She moaned, her chin tipping up, her head digging into the sheets beneath her as I pushed her thighs further up above her ribs. “Finally,” she moaned.

I wasn’t easy on her just because it was our wedding night.

I set a brutal pace, my hand gripping her hip hard enough to leave bruises. The boat rocked beneath us, the rhythm only driving me deeper, harder. Her legs locked around my waist, pulling me closer, taking every bit that I gave her, moaning my name like I was somehow both her savior and her sinner.

“Say it,” I ground out, my voice raw, as I felt her body start to constrict again.

She laughed, breathless, her nails raking down my back. “Say what?”

“That Iwin.”

She arched into me, her breath hitching. “Fuck you,” she grinned.

I rolled my eyes, angling my hipsjust rightfor her, watching the way she shattered beneath me like the world was collapsing. I didn’t stop, couldn’t, dragged her through every second of it, chasing my own release as she gasped and cried beneath me, biting down on her hand to muffle another cry.

I pulled it away from her. “Kids aren’t here,” I reminded her, panting. “Let me hear you.”

The earth-shattering moan she gave me in answer had me falling apart, buried so deep inside of her I swear I saw stars. I kissed her, a stuttered groan spilling into her mouth, my cock twitching as I let go inside of her.

Still half-dazed, my kiss slowed, soft and still wanting, but she broke from it with a shaky breath.

“Fine,” she murmured, her brows creasing in the center. “You win.”

I laughed and pressed my lips to her chin, drinking in the way her eyelids fluttered. “Every time, sweetheart,” I grinned, pressing my hand into hers, our fingers interlocking, the warmth of her wedding rings pressed against my palm. “Every time.”