Starter Wife (The Jilted Wives Club Book 1) by Bethany Lopez (readera ebook reader TXT) 📗

her legs, the last scrap of lace the only thing keeping me from heaven.

I looked up at her, loving the sight of her chestnut hair splayed across my pillow and the way her breasts heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. But the best part was the look in her eyes as she watched me. Full of desire for me. It was heady and made me want to thrust inside of her and finally claim her as my own.

Instead, I eased the panties over her hips and down her legs and then cupped her supple ass and tilted upward. I kissed the inside of her thigh, my eyes holding hers as I used the tip of my tongue to mark a trail up, up, up…

“Luca,” Whitney moaned, her head falling back when I paused at her entrance and blew her a kiss before leading with my tongue and tasting her. My dick became painfully hard at the first taste of her sweet, hot pussy.

My fingers tightened and I pulled her closer as I feasted, loving the feel and taste of her on my lips, my tongue, and in my mouth.

I followed her cues … the gasps, the sighs, the flexing of her fingers in the sheets, until her thighs tightened around my head and her hips thrust up as her body began to shudder in time with her cries of release.

As the last of the shivers subsided, I rid myself of my underwear and grabbed the condom I’d left on the nightstand. In a few swift movements I opened the foil and rolled the latex over my throbbing cock.

When I was sheathed, I moved up, positioned myself above Whit, and bent my head to kiss her deeply.

“Are you ready?” I asked when her soft brown eyes met mine.

Her smile was sweet, and her expression sated as she nodded in response.

When her legs wrapped around my waist and her hands caressed my body, I thrust inside of her in one quick motion, and lost my breath in the process.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” I said, my tone full of wonder as my mind and body tried to process how fucking terrific everything felt in the moment.

Whitney shifted, causing me to go deeper, and I saw stars.

Her hands came to my ass and squeezed, urging me to move, so I did. Every plunge was better than the last, and as we moved faster, I grasped one of her hands in mine and intertwined our fingers, moving our arms up over our heads as my lips found her shoulder and I kissed her there. Then, as her legs tightened around me and her pleasure surrounded me, I bit down softly and allowed ecstasy to take over.

Twenty-Seven

Whitney

That was the most amazing sex of my life…

This was the phrase playing on a loop in my brain as my body seemed to sink into the bed. I’d never felt so relaxed, yet exhilarated and happy at the same time.

I’d always imagined I’d be nervous. That I’d be thinking about every part of my body Luca would be seeing and may find fault with. But the second I’d started to unbutton my shirt and Luca’s attention had been on me like a fire brand, there had been nothing else in my head except for him.

I’d felt powerful, sexy, and completely at ease with my body.

It’s like Luca was a wizard or something. Like his attention had given me a confidence I’d never even had with my husband of twenty-five years. It would have been sad if I wasn’t so incredibly turned on and in the moment.

I turned my head to look at Luca, who was laid out on his back next to me, trying to catch his breath.

I moved my hand a few inches across the soft sheets until I reached his. He immediately grabbed on and held my hand tightly.

“I still need a minute,” he said with a light laugh.

“Take all the time you need,” I told him, rolling to my side so I was facing him. “You deserve it.”

He looked and me and asked, “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said with a laugh. “You deserve a medal.”

“Bronze?” Luca asked with a quirk of his brow.

“Gold, all the way,” I teased.

“It did feel like a gold-medal performance,” Luca said, moving closer. “I’m glad you thought so, too.”

His head dipped down to kiss me, sweetly and thoroughly, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so happy.

“As much as I’d love to stay in this bed with you all night, there is something I’d like to do first,” he said when he broke the kiss.

“Eat?” I asked hopefully. Now that my mind and body were one again, I was very aware that I was starving.

“Yes. I’m guessing you’re of the same mind?”

“That French food is going to taste so good,” I said, already hopping off the bed.

Rather than reach for my clothes, I grabbed his shirt off the floor and pulled it over my head, then headed to the kitchen.

When Luca growled low in his throat, I shot him a curious look over my shoulder and found his eyes clasped on my ass, which his shirt barely covered.

“That’s a really fucking good look,” he said when his eyes moved up to catch mine.

I sent him what I hoped was a saucy grin and turned to focus back on my mission.

“The chicken will probably be fine reheated in the microwave, but I’ll warm the steak on the stove,” I said, opening cabinet doors in search of a pan.

“Agreed,” he said as he joined me. “Divide and conquer?”

I nodded as I pulled out a cast iron skillet.

Luca pulled out the bags and handed me the container with the steak, before taking the other containers and dividing the food onto two plates. Once the skillet was hot, I slapped the steak on and enjoyed the sizzle.

After our dinner was reheated, we took it to the bed and made ourselves a little picnic, sharing the food on both plates