He cried out, shooting wave upon wave of his sperm inside her body. The pulse of his release sent her over the edge. Both fell back gasping. Wayne took her hand and licked her clean of her essence, moaning, savouring the taste on his tongue.
“Wow.” He heard her softly say.
He couldn’t agree more.
Chapter Fourteen
“So, this place is close enough to the city that I can get to my office and make it home every night. Four bedrooms, all with en-suites, and I know you don’t want to talk about it, but there is also room to build a nursery if and when we need it.” Wayne finished talking and Lily took the time to look around the neglected house.
The plot of land needed work but besides a lick of paint and a few changes, the house was a dream.
“Is this ours?” she asked touching the mahogany stair rail.
“Say the words and it is. If not, I’ll put it back on the market again.”
“You mean you already bought it?” Lily moved past the hall, looking in each room. Before she would consider moving in, she’d need to clean or have cleaners come and clear out all the dust and cobwebs.
“I saw this place, and it screamed out to me. It hasn’t been up very long for sale, and I just got the gut instinct it wouldn’t stay on the market that long.”
“I agree. This place is a gem.” She opened a door into which looked like the home office and closed the door. She glanced into each room, seeing the potential in the property.
“It’s so beautiful.” Every room she looked in, she fell more and more in love with the place. “We could buy some long corner sofas and sit around the open fire. We’ll need to come and have everything cleaned beforehand,” she said.
Wayne came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Just say the word and it’s yours,” he whispered in her ear, nuzzling her neck.
Lily giggled, her body responding again to his intimate touch. After the rough tumble on the kitchen table, she thought her body would be spent. If anything, she wanted more of him.
“You smell good.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what? Baby.”
“I want the house.”
He clicked his fingers and handed her the second set of keys. “Have fun decorating, baby.”
Wayne pinned her against the wall.
“What are you doing?” she gasped as he pulled up her skirt.
“Christening the house.” He nipped her neck and showed her exactly what he meant, taking her against the wall. Wayne showed her the wonders of wearing a skirt with two slits up the side.
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Lily spent the next few weeks organizing the cleaning and furniture and getting the whole house ready for Christmas. This year would be her first without her parents, and she wanted to make it extra special.
Thinking about the possibility of having a baby, she decided it wouldn’t be so bad. She would have a family of her own to love and care about. Smiling, she patted her belly. Was there already a little boy or girl there? After a month of intense planning and changing around of certain rooms, Lily had the home how she wanted. The garden would have to wait for the spring and summer. The grass was cut back, and the trees trimmed, but everything else would be left. She looked forward to delving into creating a safe haven for herself and her future children.
When no one was listening or around, she would allow her other precious secret to unleash as she sang to her heart’s content. The only part of herself she could call her own, her music.
She’d had people tell her how wonderful she sounded and even offered to set her up with people who could help. Lily loved to sing, but in truth, she never wanted to do it to make a living.
This was hers and hers alone. She wouldn’t share.
They moved in four weeks before Christmas. She said good-bye to his old apartment, and the place she knew in her heart she’d never call home, and began unpacking in their new place.
Wayne and Lily sat eating Chinese food in the living room. Lily had a catalogue open and looked for Christmas decorations.
“I think purple and silver will look great on a nice natural tree.” She handed him the book and took a large portion of soy noodles.
“What about a green and red tree or a red and gold?” he offered.
Lily raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay, I love the look of the silver and purple. Why them colours?”
“They’re my favourite.”
“Open up.” He fed her a piece of chicken, and she passed him some rice. “You did really good with the house.”
“Thank you.”
Wayne took the container out of her hand. “Before we get too full,” he said, leaning over to kiss her.
“You’ve got that look again,” she said.
“What look?”
“Like you want to eat me.” Lily touched his face and kissed him back. Whenever he was near, all she wanted to do was love and kiss him. Sighing, she knew in her heart of hearts what her mind had refused to understand.
After everything between them, the blackmail and the baby, the prenuptial agreement, all of it had come and gone, and with it, a piece of herself had gone with it. Lily knew slowly but surely, she was falling in love with her husband. Her love was not instant and at first sight but more of an acceptance.
He called to her mind and body. When he wasn’t around, she would think about him, miss him. Even now, all she wanted to do was give herself to him. To let him take her and love her back.
Lily refused to say any words. For so long, she’d learned to love no one and expect it from no one. She didn’t want to have her heart crushed by him this early in her life. For the time being, she could cope with being his wife with no other thoughts.
“Make love to me,” she asked.
Wayne stared at her, and Lily was sure she could sense something beneath him. They looked into each other eyes, neither moving nor breathing. Her words were on the tip of her tongue, but he ran his thumb over her plump lower lip.
She pressed her tongue out, tasting him.
“You’re something else,” he said, moments before his lips claimed hers. Their food forgotten.
Lily kissed him back, moaning with every touch and nip. He bit into her plump bottom lip. Coming away and travelling down to her neck, nipping the curve of her collarbone. Her head fell back, and she let out a moan.
“I want you.” He growled lifting her in his arms and carrying her up the stairs. “No complaints of your weight?”
“No, you’ve got the muscles to carry your wife to bed.” She kissed his neck, teasing him the way he did her.