“I need my wife. Naked. Under me. Squeezing my cock hard as I make her come. It’s been way too fucking long, and we’re never waiting this long again, Kat. You understand me?”
He tosses me down on the bed, my back bouncing off it before I land again.
Dane’s expression is determined and . . . hungry. My nipples tighten and my thighs squeeze together.
I’ve missed us too. I want him. And what’s more, the ferocity in his gaze makes me even more daring.
“Then take me. Take all of me.”
His nostrils flare as he steps forward, his knees bumping against the mattress. Without ever breaking eye contact, he snatches off one flip-flop and then the other, tossing them across the room.
A hand closes around each of my ankles, and he spreads my legs open and drags me down the bed. Both palms slide up my smooth legs, under the thin dress I chose as a cover-up until he reaches my bathing suit bottoms. His fingers curl into the material and yank it down my legs, leaving me bare to his gaze.
I’m already wet and ready.
“I’m going to eat this pussy for dessert.” Dane swipes a thumb across my splayed opening, already slick for him. “But first, I need to remind you exactly who it belongs to. Me.”
With the last word he speaks, he thrusts a finger inside me, and my hips buck upward at the invasion.
I missed this.
Fucking in and out with his finger, his thumb pressing hard on my clit, Dane brings me to the edge faster than I could ever manage myself.
“You want this? You want us? You want everything I’m going to give you?”
“Yes.” My reply comes out more like a plea, and it is. I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve had a decent orgasm. My own attempts in my empty hotel rooms at night were lackluster at best.
“Tell me. Tell me this is forever, Kat. Always and fucking forever.”
“Yes, always and forever.”
Dane presses harder on my clit, and I scream as I arch off the bed and let the orgasm wash over me. He adds to the pressure and the orgasm keeps coming and coming, until I’m not sure I can bear any more. I reach down, gripping his hand with both of mine, and he finally pulls it away.
“That’s just number one.” Dane rips his T-shirt over his head and shoves his shorts down his legs. His cock, thick and hard, springs free.
Thank you, God.
“Keep your legs spread. I love seeing you open for me.”
From USA Today bestselling author Meghan March comes a hot new standalone second chance romance.
We fell in love on a beach, got married in paradise, and rode off into the sunset. It should have been perfect, but saying “I do” doesn’t guarantee a happily-ever-after.
Two years later, I barely recognize either of us behind the walls we’ve built.
It’s time to bring it full circle. Back to a tropical paradise. Back to find out if we can still make this work.
I’m not willing to give her up, but to save us, I have to risk everything.
Two damaged people.
The fight of our lives.
We might be broken, but we’re not done.
Take Me Back is a standalone second chance romance, not related to any series.
Meghan is represented by Jane Dystel of Dystel & Goderich Literary Management.