When I jerked. The doorknob was turning slowly.
I slammed the notebook shut as Daphne opened the door to the guest room. I quickly shoved the journal under the covers.
“Brad?”
“What is it, baby?”
“I can’t sleep.”
“I’m sorry. What’s the matter?”
She walked to the bed and sat down next to me. “I’m worried.”
“About what?”
“My father.” She hedged. “And…you.”
“Oh?”
“Something was off between the two of you at dinner. I could sense it.”
“Everything’s fine, baby.” God, I hated lying. More than that, I hated that lying to Daphne was becoming easier and easier for me. “You’re imagining things.”
“Don’t say that to me.”
“I only meant that—”
“I try very hard to live each moment. To make up for the time I lost during my junior year. I don’t ever want to be in that position again.”
“I understand.”
“Do you? Because part of living each moment is being observant. And what I observed tonight at dinner wasn’t normal, Brad. Not at all.”
She was right. Things had been tense between her father and me because of my visit to his office during his lunch hour. I didn’t give my smart wife enough credit sometimes. She noticed all the little things. She’d trained herself to.
“Maybe your dad had a tough day at work.”
“Maybe. I’ll buy that. But that doesn’t explain the tension coming from you.”
Fuck. How to get out of this? If I told her she was imagining it again, I’d be patronizing her. She’d see through that in a minute. My Daphne was so smart and so observant.
I rose and locked the door to the bedroom. I wasn’t keen on making love to my wife in this tiny bed—or in the house where her parents slept only twenty feet away—but it was the only way I could think of to get her mind off the subject at hand.
Plus, it was certainly no hardship on my part. I was erect just looking at her. She was so beautiful.
I sat back down on the bed and pulled Daphne into my lap.
“I am a little tense,” I admitted.
Chapter Fourteen
Daphne
“Then let me help you.” I moved closer to him.
“Daphne…”
“Please, let me do this for you. I want to help ease your tension.”
As much as I wanted to figure out the issue between Brad and my father, helping my husband was more important right now.
He needed me. I would always be there for him when he needed me. Especially since I needed him too. So much.
I melted into his arms as our lips met and parted.
The kiss began slowly, a soft dance of lips and tongues. I savored his flavor, the velvet of his tongue against mine. My nipples hardened against my pajama top, and my breasts tingled as my milk let down.
I broke the kiss. “Brad…”
“Hmm?” He trailed his lips over my cheek to my earlobe, where he nipped at it, making me shiver.
“My…milk. It’s going to make a mess.”
“No worries.” He hastily unbuttoned my top and kissed the top of my chest. Then he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, covering the other with his hand.
My milk. He was drinking my milk. He’d gotten traces of it before, but at the moment, he was suckling, taking it.
Taking milk from my baby.
I was both horrified and turned on.
“Brad…”
He let the nipple drop, and milk dribbled down over my areola. “Hmm?”
“Is it… Will there…?”
“So sweet.”
My body warmed, and electricity surged between my legs.
I wanted him then. I always wanted him, but the ache inside me intensified.
He gently laid me on my back and tugged off my pajama bottoms. Then he stood and undressed himself.
I sucked in a breath. Every time. Every single time, his majestic beauty mesmerized me. Brad Steel had to be the most magnificent man alive.
And he was mine. All mine.
His dick was hard and ready, and I needed him inside me so badly.
He had other ideas, though. He slid down my body and seconds later glided his tongue through the folds of my pussy.
My breasts surged again, and milk drizzled over them. I didn’t care. All I knew was Brad’s mouth on me, tugging at my clit and eating me. I undulated my hips, moving myself against his lips and creating an intoxicating rhythm.
How long had it been since he’d gone down on me? Too long, and I was going to enjoy this for all it was worth.
It had been so. Damned. Long.
“God, I’ve missed you,” I breathed, reaching down and threading my fingers through his soft hair. I anchored my feet on the bed, lifted my hips, and ground against Brad’s face relentlessly.
I was taking. Taking for my own pleasure.
It went against my nature, but my God, it felt good. So good.
He didn’t seem to mind. He ate me vigorously, sucking on my clit until I thought I’d burst but then moving down to my opening and tonguing me, making me itch for his fingers and cock.