Her fingers work harder, and she rocks her hips, chasing her release. My hands run over her back, her ribs, her hips, committing every inch of her to memory. “Make us come, corazón. I feel your hot cunt squeezing me. I want your cum soaking my cock.”

“Jesus, Nate.” She drops her head onto my shoulder, and her body quakes as she comes. The way she soaks me with her release and the sensation of her walls rippling around my shaft are enough to pull me right over that edge with her.

I dig my fingers into her hips, holding her still while I empty my load inside her, filling her tight channel with my release. My chest heaves as I pant for breath. I’m obliterated by my need to claim this woman over and over again until she craves me as much as I crave her.

She rests her forehead against mine, her hands clasped around the back of my neck. Our breaths mingle as we drink each other in.

“Wow, that was incredible,” she says, breathless.

I run my fingertips down her spine, and she shivers. Pressing her supple body closer, I rest my lips on the slender column of her throat, and my cock twitches inside her. “You’re incredible, corazón. I’m fucking obsessed with you. When I’m not fucking you, I’m thinking about fucking you. Either what I’ve done to you or what I’m going to do.” I let the admission fall from my lips without stopping to consider what my declaration might mean for us. Because I need her to know, no matter what.

“I love being your obsession, Ice, and I love being the one who gets to unlock that fire in your veins.”

I kiss her and band my arms around her waist, crushing her to me, and I keep her like that almost the entire way home. Her, naked and in my arms—exactly how I like her best.

Chapter

Thirty-Three

MELANIE

Nathan pops his head into the bathroom, startling me as I step out of the shower.

I grab a towel and wrap it around my body. “I thought you’d be home late.”

He leans against the doorframe, a smile playing on his lips and his arms crossed over his chest, looking so sexy I could lick him from head to toe. “You’re not happy to see me, corazón?”

I roll my eyes and step toward him. “Always, light of my life, but I haven’t started dinner yet.”

He tucks a strand of wet hair behind my ear. “My meetings wrapped up early. Remind me to fire the next person who schedules one on a Saturday afternoon.”

I lean into him, and my body immediately responds to his solid warmth. It’s been three and a half months since we got married, and our weekends together are my favorite part of every week. “I can do that.”

“How about I take you out for dinner? I know a beautiful little Spanish place near Harlem.”

My stomach growls loudly, and I stifle a giggle. “I guess that’s a yes.”

He hums his approval against my lips, then pulls back. “I’m going to take a quick shower. If you could be dressed by the time I’m done, that would be great.”

I feign indignation. “Are you suggesting I take too long to get ready?”

“No,” he growls, grabbing my ass. “I’m saying that you naked is a huge fucking distraction, and I want to take you out to dinner.”

My face heats, and I bite my lip. “Well, I’ll be dressed, but it will take me twenty minutes to dry this mane.” I flick the ends of my hair.

He kisses me again and flashes me a wink. “As long as this sexy body is covered, I’ll be okay.” He stalks toward the shower and pulls off his clothes. I take a few beats to admire his muscular back before I force myself to leave the room, knowing if I stare at him any longer, I’ll join him in that shower.

“This place is beautiful, Nate.” I shrug off my coat and glance around the restaurant. Although it’s entirely indoors, it’s decorated like a Spanish garden, and the soft flamenco music is interspersed with faint birdsong.

He pulls out my chair. “My mom used to love coming here. She brought us here all the time as kids.”

I smile up at him, grateful for the piece of insight. He doesn’t talk about his mom often, and I know it’s a painful subject for him. A waiter comes to get our order, and without looking at the menu, Nathan orders a bottle of wine and food for both of us.

“Melanie Edison!” a loud voice calls out as soon as the waiter drops off our wine, and I look up to see an old college classmate heading my way, a goofy grin on his face.

I don’t even have time to look at Nathan before Craig grabs my hand and pulls me up into a hug. “What the hell, Melanie. I haven’t seen you since—”

“It’s great to see you,” I cut him off before he can go any further.

He squeezes me tighter, and the strong smell of beer nearly knocks me out.

“Do you mind taking your hands off my fucking wife?” Nathan growls possessively.

My cheeks burn with embarrassment, and I try to take a step back so I can untangle myself from Craig’s embrace, but he holds tight. “Craig, this is my husband, Nathan.”

“Your husband, huh?” He looks down, flashing me a grin while still holding onto me before he looks over my shoulder at Nathan.

I glance behind me just in time to see my irate husband stand up, his shoulders rolled back and his jaw clenched. Again, I attempt to wriggle out of Craig’s embrace, but he’s so drunk that he hangs on like a limpet.

“If you don’t take your hand off my wife’s ass right now, I will break every bone in both goddamn hands.”

I wrench myself out of my old college buddy’s grip, and his eyes widen in shock. “It was nice to see you, Craig. You should go.”

He blinks at me, then at Nathan.

“Craig, dude! We’re leaving!” someone shouts from across the restaurant.

He glances in their direction before turning back to Nathan and me. “Nice to meet you too,” he huffs, and goes to join his friend.

I sit back down, my neck and chest hot. “Why did you behave like that?”

Nathan sits too, a heavy scowl furrowing his brow. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Yes. He was just some guy from college.”

“He had his hand on your fucking ass.”

I roll my eyes. “It was my back.”

His narrowed eyes pierce mine, and he shifts forward in his seat. “Pretty sure I know the difference between your back and your ass, Mel.”

Tilting my jaw, I glare at him. So it’s okay for him to have beautiful women hugging him, but when I meet an old friend there’s an issue? What a hypocrite. “Pretty sure I know my own body better than you do.”

He leans closer, his scowl deepening. “I wouldn’t bet on that, corazón.”

I swallow, my skin burning under the intensity of his glare. “He was drunk, that’s all. I’m sure he didn’t know what he was doing.”