While she no longer believed he loved her, the joining of their bodies was still making love because of her feelings for him. And she did believe he felt affection for her.
It wasn’t all the amazing sexual compatibility they’d shared since the first time they touched.
“You do it for me,” she said cheekily but with a heated look she knew he wouldn’t misinterpret.
“Tease me at your own peril,” he warned.
But she wasn’t worried. Polly reached down to tug at her dress, as if she was going to pull it off.
He leaped. Like literally leaped and took hold of her wrists. “No. That’s mine.”
“What is yours?” she taunted.
“Undressing you.”
“I undress myself all the time.”
“Not when I’m there to do it for you.”
And that was true. Even when sex wasn’t in the offing, her husband considered it his privilege to take her clothes off if he was around to do it. Whether it was to get ready for bed or to change for dinner didn’t matter. He got a big charge out of it.
This time though, sex was definitely in the offing. It spiced the air around them, making it heavy with the mutual desire that had not dimmed in five years of marriage.
His sex rigid with need, he crossed the carpet to their bed. When he reached Polly, her husband tugged her to her feet and turned her around so he could slide the zip down on her dress, revealing curves that were exaggerated by pregnancy. He took his time peeling her dress down her arms and sliding it ever so slowly down her body.
“Now, who is teasing, Alexandros?” she asked, her tone breathy with desire.
“Your husband.”
“You are that.” She’d never denied it, for good or ill.
“And I always will be,” he said with more force than finesse before cupping her breasts. “No one else will ever touch you like this.”
“You’re feeling possessive.”
“Because you are mine.”
“And you are mine,” she reminded him. “We have matching wedding bands.”
His hot mouth landed against the side of her throat, sending her thoughts splintering. Alexandros knew all her hot spots and seemed intent on visiting each one.
Somehow, she found herself naked on the bed, his head between her legs, his mouth driving her pleasure higher and higher. Two fingers pressed inside of her, rubbing against that inner bundle of nerves that made her scream with need.
She wanted him inside her. “Alexandros! Now!”
But instead of moving up her body, he suckled at her clitoris, and she came with a long scream she couldn’t have held back with the best will in the world. He nursed her through aftershocks of pleasure until she was nearly sobbing with the pleasure that was not abating.
Only then did he shift up her body and press his hardness into the wet, slick, swollen opening of her body.
He pressed inside her, stretching her, filling her, giving her more and more pleasure. His initial thrusts were long and slow, and she could feel a second climax build impossibly fast.
This time when she came, he was with her, his own hoarse shout blending with her cries.
Afterward, he pulled her close, his body wrapped around hers completely.
She rubbed her head against his chest and kissed his hard muscle. “This is nice.”
“Better than nice.”