She sighed. “Maybe you’re right.”
“I know I am.”
“Then why do I feel so guilty?”
He grinned. “Because you have too much time to think. Which means I ought to distract you completely.”
Roman raised himself up and over her, settling himself on top of his wife. His wife. The word, which once would have sent him running abroad, now filled him with complete satisfaction. And all because of Charlotte.
She not only loved him, but she adored his family and looked out for them the same way she did for her own. This beautiful, caring woman was his, and would be forever. And he intended to enjoy every living, breathing moment of married life, while making all Charlotte’s dreams and fantasies come true.
His groin pulsed against her soft feminine mound. “Open for me, Charlotte.”
Her lips turned upward in a sexy smile at the same time her thighs parted wide. She was already wet and ready for him, and he thrust inside her easily and quickly, but there was nothing quick about how he intended to make love to her.
Her sigh of satisfaction was complemented by her body’s reaction, as she clenched and closed herself around his hard erection. “Oh, yeah,” he muttered, the slick heat filling him not just with hot need, but also with a deep emotional warmth. His bachelor days were long and happily behind him.
“I love you, Roman,” her lips whispered against the skin on his neck.
“I love you too, Charlotte,” he said. And then he proceeded to show her just how much.