There with You (Adair Family 2)

His kiss swallowed my laughter, his hands caressing and sculpting my body through the nightdress. When his mouth left mine to trail over my breasts, I stifled my moan. His lips closed around my nipple through the silk and he sucked, hard.

Fingers tightening in his hair, I rocked against him, needing him everywhere, over me, inside me, mouth, hands … Pushing his pajama pants down, I freed him, taking him tightly in my fist.

“Fuck.” He pressed his forehead into my chest and thrust into my hand.

“Inside me,” I whispered. “Inside, inside.”

Thane chuckled as he tugged my underwear down. “Someone’s impatient tonight. No foreplay, mo leannan?”

I shook my head as I ripped at his T-shirt.

His laughter was muffled behind his shirt as it got caught halfway off. With a tug and delicious flex of his biceps, it came off over his head and he threw it away. “What’s gotten into you?”

“We haven’t had sex in two weeks.”

His lips twitched. “And that’s a long time, is it?”

I frowned at him. “Yes.”

“You might have a problem,” he teased, and then made his rumbly, gruff sound of pleasure as he pushed inside me.

Stifling my cry of delight, I arched into him, loving his overwhelming thickness inside me. Clasping onto his face as he gently moved in me, I whispered back, “I do have a problem. I’m addicted to you. Shouldn’t I be bored already?” I complained in jest. “Instead of wanting you more every day?”

Thane gave a sudden hard thrust into me, and I cried out.

“Shh,” he admonished.

“I can’t help it,” I gasped, holding on to his back as he drove faster, harder.

“I’m taking an extended lunch tomorrow,” Thane’s chest rose and fell hard and fast as he grabbed hold of my wrists and pinned them above my head, “and coming home to fuck you so you can be as loud as you please.”

He liked me loud.

I panted sharply as the tension spiraled tighter and tighter inside of me. I held back “the loud” so the kids wouldn’t hear.

“What will you do to me?”

Thane’s expression hardened with lust. “I’m going to spread you out on the kitchen table and eat my wife for lunch.”

I bit my lip against a cry as he pushed me closer to the edge.

“Or maybe I’ll have you wait in the annex, naked, and you can play naughty nanny for me.” He grinned wickedly and then drove harder as the fantasy clearly got to him.

The sexy thought of playing out the early days of our affair coincided with one last push against the tension, and I clamped my lips tight and muffled my moan of release.

Thane kissed me as my hard, pulsing tugs of climax wrenched him, and he came with a groan, throbbing deliciously inside me. He released my wrists, and I wrapped my arms around him, not wanting him to pull out just yet. I kissed him, lazy, satisfied, wet kisses, and caressed his back, loving the feel of his skin, damp with perspiration.

He kissed along my jaw and nibbled at my ear.

“Tomorrow we play naughty nanny so I can scream that freaking annex down,” I whispered.

“I’m looking forward to that.” He peppered kisses down my throat.

“You must be exhausted. I wish I could say I was sorry I woke you.”

He kissed my shoulder. “Wake me anytime for that.”

“And if I just need you to make me oatmeal because no one makes oatmeal as good as you?” I half teased. His oatmeal was not like ordinary oatmeal. For a start, his was delicious.

“One: no, don’t wake me for that unless you plan on thanking me with sexual favors,” he cracked. “And two: you’ve lived in Scotland long enough, mo leannan. It’s called porridge.”

“If I keep speaking in Americanisms, will you spank me when we play naughty nanny?”

Thane threw his head back in a bark of laughter.

I hushed him and he shook his head, grinning. Then he saw something in my eyes and raised an eyebrow. Squeezing me closer, he murmured against my lips, “Just when I think I have you figured out, you surprise me.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Oh, aye, mo leannan. You’re the gift that keeps on giving.”

My laughter filled our bedroom, and my husband had to quiet me with a kiss. As he lingered over my lips, tender, loving, I finally felt drowsy with sleep. “Up, before you fall asleep.” Thane pulled me from the bed and helped me clean up in the bathroom.

When we returned to bed, he pulled my back into his chest and held me in his arms. “Happy here?” Thane asked gruffly.

It had become a ritual.

He’d ask me that two-word question.

I’d answer the same thing every time. And mean it from the tip of my toes to the depths of my soul.

“I’m happy wherever I am, as long as I’m there with you.”