Page 34 of Lust & Lies

NOELLE

I WAS WIDE AWAKE NOW. Instead of getting out of bed to go shower and maybe clean up the clothes we’d strewn from the kitchen to the bedroom, I lay there, staring at my husband. My gaze moved to the clock briefly.

It was well past lunchtime. I hadn’t expected to sleep that long. I guess my after-breakfast activities had worn me out. My gaze drifted back to Aiden, who was still sound asleep. I guess our activities had drained him in more ways than one.

He looked so calm and peaceful when he was asleep. Was he dreaming of me? Was he dreaming of the things he’d done to me or maybe the things I'd done to him? I placed my fingertips against my lips.

In my mind, I replayed the things I’d done to him. I’d let this man fuck my mouth and cum down my throat. Just days ago, I wouldn’t let him touch my hand. Now, his cock and my tongue were besties.

I held in my chuckle, not wanting to wake him up. Well, damn. He stirred anyway. I froze, watching him, wondering if he’d fall back to sleep. Eyes still closed, he started stretching.

I lifted my head, giving him space to move when he rolled onto his back. His arm slipped from beneath me, and I carefully sat up, easing off him so I could stare down at my man. My fine ass husband.

That thought alone had me grinning like a fool as he continued stretching, muscles flexing, abs tightening. I bit my bottom lip, enjoying the show, wishing I had popcorn for this exclusive screening.

Then his eyes blinked open. Dark and dreamy, that’s how I’d describe my man’s gaze. One stare could make me swoon. Two could make me strip. Three could make me bend over and try some butt stuff. He turned his head, his gaze landing on me. My smile widened automatically.

“Baby,” he whispered, voice hoarse from sleep.

Uh, swoon. I loved it when he called me baby. And beautiful. And love. I loved it when this man called me.

“How long have you been up?” he asked.

“Not long.”

“What are you doing?”

“Staring at my fine ass husband,” I admitted with zero shame.

His eyes widened. I guess he hadn’t expected that answer. His lips twitched like he was attempting to hold in his smile. Seconds later, he tugged the cover up, pulling it over his head, shielding his face from me.

“Really?” I burst out laughing and grabbed the edge of the cover, trying to pull it down so I could see his face.

But this man had the covers locked in a death grip.

“I know my savage isn’t shy,” I teased.

The blanket lowered just enough for his eyes to peek out. “Savage?”

“Yeah, savage.”

He dropped the cover to his chest, brows raised. “What makes you think I’m a savage?”

I tilted my head, giving him a ‘you know why’ look.

“With the way you tear this pussy up, what else can you be but a savage?” I asked.

His eyes widened again. His mouth dropped open, and then he burst out laughing, a deep, full laugh that made his entire body shake. Seeing him laugh, seeing him happy, seeing him without that worried expression on his face, it sent warmth blooming through me.

I was slowly learning things about myself. And one thing I’d learned was that I loved seeing my husband happy. I loved seeing him smile. I loved that little dimple in his cheek. I loved being the reason he smiled. I loved Aiden Park.

“What the hell am I going to do with you?” he asked.

“Just keep loving me the way you’re loving me,” I stated, leaning down to kiss his forehead before sitting back. “That’s all I want.”

The laughter faded, and something else flickered across his face. His smile softened, his eyes locking with mine, gaze intense.

“Do you really mean that?” he asked, tone serious.

“Of course.”

“I mean...” His voice trailed off, his gaze searching mine. He hesitated, then tried again. “What I mean is, am I loving you right? Are you happy with me? Truly happy? I know it’s only been a couple of days, but...”

I pressed my finger to his lips, silencing him.

“Aiden Park, I love the way you love me. I love the way you put me first. I love the way you listen when I share my thoughts and concerns with you. I love the way you protect me. I love you. And you’re doing an amazing job of loving me. I’m happy being here with you.”

He swallowed hard, blinking rapidly like he was fighting to keep his emotions in check. My heart twisted. Turns out, I loved a man who wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable in front of me. A man who wasn’t too macho or too cocky to ask if he was loving me properly.

A man who strove to love me the way I deserved to be loved and who was willing to change and adapt to what I needed. Damn, I loved my man. Aiden pulled me close, tucking me tight against his chest like he never wanted to let me go.

His lips brushed my temple before he murmured, “If you ever need me to change, just tell me. If I ever do anything that makes you unhappy with me, let me know. I’ll fix it.

But one thing I’ll never do is stop loving you.

Not in this life, not even in the afterlife.

And if reincarnation is real, I’m confident that my soul will search for yours in our next life. Wherever you are is where I must be.”

My throat tightened and my heart did somersaults inside my chest. When I tilted my head up to meet his gaze, he captured my lips in a kiss that was so tender, so sweet, it made warmth bloom in my chest. It was a kiss full of promises of forever.

Ending the kiss, he whispered, “Come on, baby. Let’s take a shower and restart our day.”

He tossed the covers off us. My eyes went straight to his feet, and I cracked up.

“You can have sex with socks on, but you can’t shower in them,” I teased.

“Have sex?” His brow rose. “Wife, we don’t have sex. We either make love or we fuck.”

Wow! Don’t you dare smack your lips, pussy. That was not an invitation to ride him or test out that butt stuff he mentioned.

Leaning closer, he added, “If you thought what we did was sex, then I didn’t do my job properly. Maybe I should try again and keep trying until I get it right.”

Placing my hand on his chest, I apologized for my mistake.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Savage. Forgive me for using the wrong word. That was not sex. You definitely fucked my throat and my pussy.”

His grin was so damn cute. Boyish and wicked at the same time.

“I love the hell out of you, woman,” he whispered, making me melt for him.

“Same,” I told him. “Now let’s hop in the shower and get our day started... again.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He scooped me up like I weighed nothing at all. I hooked my arms around his neck, clinging to the man who always made me feel like I belonged exactly where I was, in his embrace. Once again, I marveled at his strength and how easily he carried me around this house.

“My husband is so strong,” I praised him.

His gaze dropped to mine, tender as ever. “I have to be to protect you, my love.”

He always said the sweetest things.

I stared up at him, unable to tear my gaze away as he carried me to the bathroom and set me gently on my feet. While he bent to peel off his socks, I turned the shower on and tested the water, letting it heat until steam began to rise.

I turned back to tell him it was ready, and noticed he’d moved over to the counter and was going through the drawer. I arched a brow, curious about what he was looking for. I was shocked when he closed the drawer and faced me, only to be holding a shower cap in his hand.

Only one. He’d gotten himself a shower cap, but not me. That should not hurt my feelings. But it did. I held in my pout as he strode toward the shower. I inhaled deeply and released it slowly, refusing to get upset over something so small.

I was an independent woman. I could get my own shower cap. There was absolutely no reason for me to be angry. My mind knew that, but my heart was feeling a little bruised. Maybe it was because he’d been spoiling me so much that I expected certain things from him.

That was on me, not him. So, I didn’t say anything. Instead, I started toward the counter to grab my own cap. Problem solved. But Aiden stepped in front of me, blocking my path.

“Wait a sec,” he told me. “Let me put this on for you.”

I stared up at him, shocked and feeling a little guilty for thinking he’d left me out. I was so glad I hadn’t complained or overreacted. He stepped close and slid the cap over my head. He tucked my hair inside the cap, his large hands surprisingly careful as he smoothed it in place.

When he was satisfied with the look, he pressed a kiss to my forehead and whispered, “Perfect.”

My heart did that stupid flutter thing again. This man knows me so damn well. He anticipated needs I hadn’t even voiced. Grateful couldn’t begin to describe how I felt in that moment. Blessed was a better word.

I smiled up at him, loving him more in that moment than I thought was even possible. But I also had to remind myself that I couldn’t get upset over little things. It was those things that ended relationships far quicker than bigger issues.

If I wanted to be spoiled, I had to make sure I was spoiling my man also. It worked both ways. I turned and opened the shower door.

“After you,” I stated, stepping aside for him to enter.

He frowned, then said, “You just want to stare at my butt.”

I couldn’t hold in my laughter. “You already know,” I told him, biting my lower lip.

He walked backward into the shower, eyes on me. More laughter bubbled from me. He was savage, sweet, and silly. A whole package. My gaze dropped to his package. Savage, sweet, silly, and slung.

I rushed over and grabbed two small towels before following him into the shower, closing the door behind us. He accepted the towel I gave him as steam curled around us. I stepped under the spray of water, loving how hot and soothing it was as it slid over my skin.

While I was thinking about soap and clean skin, my husband clearly had a different plan. His gaze roamed my wet body like he was deciding which part he’d devour first. The heat in his eyes was hotter than the water raining over us.

It was obvious he had no intention of letting me shower in peace. The look in his eyes let me know we wouldn’t get our day started any time soon if I didn’t take charge. I reached for the body wash and lathered my towel, determined to bathe myself before Aiden could distract me.

Except, of course, my man couldn’t keep his hands off me. Every time I tried to wash my arms or stomach, he found some excuse to brush against me. I turned away from him, thinking that would help him focus. Nope.

His chest grazed my back, cock brushing against my butt. His fingers slid along my hip as I bathed. He pressed playful little kisses to my shoulder, my neck, even my jaw when I turned my head to give him the side-eye.

“Aiden,” I laughed, swatting at him lightly. “Bathe yourself.”

“I am,” he murmured against my ear, his hand reaching around me and sliding lower than it needed to.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

“Multitasking,” he replied, thumb grazing my clit.

“Yeah, right,” I told him, trying not to moan. “Stop playing with my clit and shower, Mr. Park.”

I rolled my eyes, but the smile tugging at my lips betrayed me. I continued scrubbing myself while he stayed close, his touches playful, lingering, making it impossible for me to ignore the heat simmering between us.

Behind me, he scrubbed his body, but that didn’t stop him from pressing kisses against my neck as he showered. I stepped under the spray of water, putting some distance between us as the suds were rinsed from me.

“Since you’re done, wash my back for me, baby,” Aiden told me.

I stared over my shoulder to find him facing away from me. My gaze roamed over his toned body. That tight ass. How could I say no? I tossed my towel onto the shower floor, where it landed in the corner.

Turning to face him, I grabbed the towel he’d lathered and began washing him. I worked the soap onto his broad shoulders before sliding down his back, over his taut muscles. He stood there, head bowed slightly, letting me take care of him.

I was enjoying this small act. I continued washing him, using my fingers to massage his muscles through the towel. He sighed, and that soft sound made my heart swell with love. I almost didn’t want this moment to end, but the water was starting to grow cold.

I stepped back, tossing his towel onto the floor where it landed near mine. I adjusted the showerhead, letting the water wash the suds away, watching the foam trail down his back before spiraling down the drain.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispered as the suds rinsed away.

“You’re welcome,” I told him, not understanding how my love for him continued to grow stronger.

Was there a limit, or was this feeling going to continue growing, thriving, evolving? When we were old and gray, would I still be surprised at my feelings for Aiden Park? I didn’t know, but I was excited to find out.

This was my husband. Mine to love, mine to care for, mine to cherish. I hoped this feeling never went away, never diminished. I wanted forever with Aiden Park.