Page 16 of In Hot Water (The Hot Brothers #3)
DAWSON
I wake to the sensation of lips brushing over my chest, slow and deliberate.
A full-body tingle rises up from where her mouth traces over the spot just beneath my left nipple.
I crack my eyes open, and for a split second I don’t recognize the place: sunlight soaks the room, illuminating walls the color of creamy coffee—Isla’s pick, not mine, but I like it anyway—and our bed is massive, king-size with a headboard that cost more than my first car.
The faint floral scent in the air? That’s her, too, mingled with the smell of whatever fancy detergent she’s started using on the sheets.
Her hair glows almost white-gold in the shaft of sun knifing through the custom blinds. She’s kneeling over me, her knees on either side of my hips, wearing nothing at all. Her head dips again, and I feel her lips drag lower, across the line of my ribs, and then she nips right above my hip bone.
“Careful,” I mumble. “If you bite me there, you’re responsible for what happens next.”
She smirks without looking up. “Promises, promises.”
Isla’s gotten comfortable in our new house, comfortable enough to drag me out of sleep every morning with either coffee or her tongue—or, on lucky days like today, both.
I glance down at her, and as she moves, her hair shifts, casting shadows over her face and making her look wild and untamable and maybe a little bit dangerous.
She kisses a path down to my lower belly, her fingers splayed wide over my thighs, and I catch a glint of gold and sparkle on her hand.
She lifts her gaze and meets my eyes and I grin. “Good morning, Mrs. Hot.”
She raises a brow. “That’s never going to get old for you, is it?”
“Not a chance.” I reach down and tuck a stray piece of her hair behind her ear, letting my thumb graze the soft edge of her jaw. My own simple wedding band catches the sunlight, and I feel a weird, possessive thrill every time I see it. Like, yeah, that’s right, she owns me, heart and soul.
She rewards me with a slow, dangerous smile, and her hands slide further up my legs. I’m already hard as a rock.
I glance at the clock on the dresser. It’s seven-fifteen.
I should be thinking about the backlog of fire inspections at the station, the reports I left unfinished last night, or the fact that I’ve got a call scheduled with a city engineer in less than an hour.
Instead, I’m thinking about the way Isla’s tongue feels as she licks a stripe up the length of my cock, her lips slick and determined, her hand wrapping around the base with a grip that could bring a grown man to his knees.
Fuck, I love her. I throw my head back against the pillows and let her have her way with me, relishing the slow build, the heat pooling in my gut as she sucks me down, inch by torturous inch.
It’s filthy and reverent at the same time, the way she lingers, the way she keeps glancing up at me with those sharp, gold-flecked eyes, like she wants to see every single reaction, every micro-expression.
After a minute, she lets me slide free, her lips slick with spit, and crawls up my body to kiss me to within an inch of my goddamn life. I tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her closer, rolling us so I’m hovering over her. She grins, bites my lower lip, and wraps her legs around my waist.
“You’re insatiable,” I say, and she just laughs, nipping at my jaw.
“You made me this way,” she fires back, her hips arching up to meet mine. There’s no patience, not today. We’ve been married a year, and we’re still fucking like rabbits every chance we get.
I line myself up, and in one quick, hard thrust, I’m inside her, her heat squeezing around me so tight I have to count backwards from one hundred to keep from blowing my load in the first ten seconds. She hisses, nails digging crescents into my back, her thighs clamping around me like a vice.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect,” I growl, and she grins, smug as hell.
“Fuck me,” she demands, and I do—over and over, until the headboard slams into the wall, until we’re both slick with sweat, until her moans echo through the bedroom.
She flips me onto my back, straddling me, her hands braced on my chest as she rides me hard and fast, her hair falling forward in a wild mess that I can’t help but grab hold of.
I watch the way her breasts bounce, the way her lips part and her eyes flutter shut when she’s close.
I grab her hips, guiding her, matching her rhythm, our bodies moving together like we’ve done this a thousand times and still can’t get enough.
When she comes, it’s with a cry that’s half my name and half a curse, and she slams down onto me, her pussy clenching so tight I lose any hope of holding back. I empty myself inside her, groaning, my hands locked on her hips as she milks every last twitch from me.
Isla collapses forward, her face buried in my neck, her arms draped around me. I wrap her up, holding her tight, my hand splayed across her back, feeling the rapid thud of her heart.
“Happy anniversary,” I murmur, and she laughs, the sound muffled against my skin.
“It’s been a great year,” she mumbles against my skin as the cat hops up on the bed and gives us a bored, “are you dumb humans at this again?” look before strolling over to claim the empty pillow on Isla’s side of the bed.
I grin, rolling her to the side so we’re face to face. “I know. And the next will even be better.”
She smirks, tracing the line of my jaw with her finger. “It definitely will.”
I catch her hand and bring it to my lips, kissing her knuckles one by one, tasting the faint sweetness of her skin. "I love you, gorgeous."
"I love you, too." She wraps her silky legs around my waist and pulls me closer. Her wet pussy presses against my cock, causing it to turn rock hard. "Now, why don't you get to work knocking me up?" Her eyes darken with desire, pupils blown wide, a flush creeping up her neck to her cheeks.
She doesn't have to ask me twice.
I take one for the team and throw myself into the job with the same dedication I used to win her goddamn heart.
All my hard work pays off, and by our second anniversary, we're the proud parents of identical twin boys with her golden eyes and my dimples, two little heartbreakers who scream in perfect harmony at all hours of the day and night.
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