Deliciously Erotic Romance Collection (The Blue Room, Frosted Midnight, Haunted Halloween, Frosted Midnight) by Breena Wilde Page B
Authors: Breena Wilde
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seen the entire expanse of his land.
“Yes, it is tiny.” He smirked. “And we will make new memories at our house, but the beach is a part of you. How about we buy a house overlooking the beach?”
I gasped. “Are you serious?” That’d been my dream; something I figured would never happen on my salary.
“After your surgery, we’ll come back and look. I saw a little piece of land that would be the perfect spot to build a beach house.
I hugged him. “That would be beyond fantastic.” It was yet another hope contingent upon me surviving the surgery.
“Now,” Austin said, lifting me into his arms, “there’s the matter of making love to my beautiful wife.”
“Austin,” I said, pretending shock.
He took me into the bedroom. “You realize I’m the only man you’re allowed to make love to for the rest of your life, right?” He set me down next to the bed and pulled my thick sweater over my head.
I went to work unbuttoning his shirt. “You’re the only man I’ve ever made love to—the only man I want to make love to.”
His eyes went wide in surprise. “Even after I left?”
I nodded. “My mom and sisters tried to convince me to get back out there, but you’re all I ever wanted.”
He unzipped my boots and took them off, letting them fall to the floor. Then he removed my socks, running a finger along the middle of my foot. It should’ve tickled, but the way he did it sent a shock of need to my core. He helped me to my feet and undid my pants, kneeling in front of me as he pulled them off my hips. When they reached my thighs, he leaned in and kissed the area just above my slit.
I trembled. He lifted one foot and I held onto to his shoulders. He took off one pant leg and then the other, trailing kisses along my inner thighs as he worked.
When my pants were finally off my thighs quivered with desire.
“It’s going to be my pleasure to make sure you’re convinced your choice was the right one.” He kissed the area just below my belly button. “Each and every day for the rest of our lives.” His voice was hoarse, filled with emotion.
I cupped his cleanly shaved face in my hands. “You better,” I said and winked.
Austin growled playfully and pushed me back on the bed. One knee rested between my legs. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. I reciprocated, running my hands along his back.
“Husband, I want you,” I whispered, tugging on his jacket.
Austin quickly got undressed, kicking off his shoes, socks, jacket, shirt, pants and underwear. His body was like a perfectly chiseled sculpture. I wanted to drag my tongue along every hard line, between every crevice.
When he was naked, he climbed back on the bed. “Roll over,” he commanded.
I did, wondering what he had in mind, happy to comply. I trusted him with my body and soul.
Austin took my hair out of its bun with tender care. Then he unhooked my bra, trailing kisses along my spine. When we got near the spots I knew my tumors were, my body tensed. His hands came up to my shoulders and he massaged them. “It’s okay, love. Let go.”
I tried to obey, releasing the tension in my shoulders.
He kissed along my spine to the center of my hips.
“Austin.” It made me nervous to have him so near the part of me that could suddenly end my life. I didn’t want him to realize what he’d done and regret it. That was my biggest fear: that one day he’d wish he never married me, never took on the difficulties that went along with being in my life.
“Wife, I love every part of you.” He moved down and pulled off my lacy cream undies, kissing each ass cheek and down my thighs, the backs of my knees, my calves, and ankles as he went.
Every nerve ending was attuned to him. Each one longed for his touch.
Austin rolled me over and climbed back on the bed, his knees between my legs. He placed his hands on either side of my arms, holding himself up as he leaned down and kissed me.
God, I loved his kisses, loved the
“Yes, it is tiny.” He smirked. “And we will make new memories at our house, but the beach is a part of you. How about we buy a house overlooking the beach?”
I gasped. “Are you serious?” That’d been my dream; something I figured would never happen on my salary.
“After your surgery, we’ll come back and look. I saw a little piece of land that would be the perfect spot to build a beach house.
I hugged him. “That would be beyond fantastic.” It was yet another hope contingent upon me surviving the surgery.
“Now,” Austin said, lifting me into his arms, “there’s the matter of making love to my beautiful wife.”
“Austin,” I said, pretending shock.
He took me into the bedroom. “You realize I’m the only man you’re allowed to make love to for the rest of your life, right?” He set me down next to the bed and pulled my thick sweater over my head.
I went to work unbuttoning his shirt. “You’re the only man I’ve ever made love to—the only man I want to make love to.”
His eyes went wide in surprise. “Even after I left?”
I nodded. “My mom and sisters tried to convince me to get back out there, but you’re all I ever wanted.”
He unzipped my boots and took them off, letting them fall to the floor. Then he removed my socks, running a finger along the middle of my foot. It should’ve tickled, but the way he did it sent a shock of need to my core. He helped me to my feet and undid my pants, kneeling in front of me as he pulled them off my hips. When they reached my thighs, he leaned in and kissed the area just above my slit.
I trembled. He lifted one foot and I held onto to his shoulders. He took off one pant leg and then the other, trailing kisses along my inner thighs as he worked.
When my pants were finally off my thighs quivered with desire.
“It’s going to be my pleasure to make sure you’re convinced your choice was the right one.” He kissed the area just below my belly button. “Each and every day for the rest of our lives.” His voice was hoarse, filled with emotion.
I cupped his cleanly shaved face in my hands. “You better,” I said and winked.
Austin growled playfully and pushed me back on the bed. One knee rested between my legs. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. I reciprocated, running my hands along his back.
“Husband, I want you,” I whispered, tugging on his jacket.
Austin quickly got undressed, kicking off his shoes, socks, jacket, shirt, pants and underwear. His body was like a perfectly chiseled sculpture. I wanted to drag my tongue along every hard line, between every crevice.
When he was naked, he climbed back on the bed. “Roll over,” he commanded.
I did, wondering what he had in mind, happy to comply. I trusted him with my body and soul.
Austin took my hair out of its bun with tender care. Then he unhooked my bra, trailing kisses along my spine. When we got near the spots I knew my tumors were, my body tensed. His hands came up to my shoulders and he massaged them. “It’s okay, love. Let go.”
I tried to obey, releasing the tension in my shoulders.
He kissed along my spine to the center of my hips.
“Austin.” It made me nervous to have him so near the part of me that could suddenly end my life. I didn’t want him to realize what he’d done and regret it. That was my biggest fear: that one day he’d wish he never married me, never took on the difficulties that went along with being in my life.
“Wife, I love every part of you.” He moved down and pulled off my lacy cream undies, kissing each ass cheek and down my thighs, the backs of my knees, my calves, and ankles as he went.
Every nerve ending was attuned to him. Each one longed for his touch.
Austin rolled me over and climbed back on the bed, his knees between my legs. He placed his hands on either side of my arms, holding himself up as he leaned down and kissed me.
God, I loved his kisses, loved the
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