“That woman knew I was about to do you right now,” Sierra muttered as Austin closed the room door behind them with a loud snick. “I mean, we’re wearing wedding clothes and just checked in late to a hotel for one night without luggage. That practically screams sexcation.”

She turned and watched Austin undo his tie. She was pretty sure if her panties hadn’t already been damp from the anticipation of what was to come, she’d have drenched them at the sight. Who knew she could fall in love with wrists and forearms? She’d thought the term arm porn was just a joke until she met Austin Montgomery.

“So?” her husband asked. “This is a classy place, and after I fuck you hard a few times, we’ll take a bath in that fancy-ass tub, fuck some more, then fuck again in the bed. Or…some mix of that. Then, later, when Griffin shows up with our things, we’ll have clothes for tomorrow so we don’t have to do the walk of shame. But I don’t really give a care that the woman at the front desk knows we’re about to have sex. My plan is to make you scream you so loud that she can hear you from there as you come on my cock.”

Red Alert.

Wet Panties Ahead.

“Jesus,” Sierra muttered. She was one damn lucky woman. And because her thong was far too wet for her to even walk at this point, she did the only thing she could do.

She slid her hands up under her dress and tugged the sides of the lace down before stepping out of them. Austin watched her every movement, the lead pipe behind his zipper growing before her eyes.

She’d always loved that her husband was a grower and a shower.

Fucking fantastic.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” she ordered, loving the way he raised his brow at her tone. “I don’t want to spend too long trying to get that zipper down, or ending up in half a dress or just one sock. I want us both naked. Now.”

“I thought I was the one who gave the orders, babe.” His tone was so low, so demanding, her knees went weak. It had been so long since they played. They’d grown through the dynamics of their relationship and weren’t the same couple they were when they first met. And for that, she was glad.

But right then, she could only strip out of her clothes and go to her knees at his voice, wanting a taste of what they’d once had but knowing it wasn’t what they both needed any longer.

Just a taste.

Not a forever.

She already had her forever with him. And she loved their present, the promise of their future, but for this moment, they could step into their past and remember.

“Damn,” he growled low. He stalked to her and ran his thumb over her lips. She opened for him, sucking. “You want my cock in your mouth?”

“Yes, sir.” The word felt foreign on her tongue after so long.

He shook his head. “I’m Austin, Sierra. You’re mine as I’m yours.”

“Then, yes, Austin, I want your cock in my mouth.”

“Then unzip me and start sucking. I want to come down your throat while you play with my balls. Then I’m going to eat you out until you run wet down my face. Sound like a plan, babe?”

In answer, she undid his pants and slid him out of his boxer briefs. He was so hard that he was already wet at the tip. She spread the wetness over him, and he shuddered before wrapping her hair around his hand and pulling her head closer to him.

She opened for him, needing him in her mouth. He tasted of salt and man, and she wanted more, craved more. Her husband let out a groan, and that just egged her on. So she looked up at him before swallowing him whole.

They both groaned at that, and she closed her eyes, getting to work. She loved going down on him, adored knowing every sound and movement he made was because of her.

She’d married the man of her dreams and got to sleep with the man of her heart and her fantasies.

She was one lucky Montgomery.

Before she could get her fill, however, Austin was in front of her, his mouth on hers, and his hand between her legs. He moved his hands with the experience of a man who knew his woman as he played with her folds and rubbed her clit.

“I know I said I’d be slow and savor you,” her husband growled, “but I can’t wait any longer.”

In answer, Sierra arched up into him, needing more. “If you don’t get inside me right now, I’ll scream.”

He kissed her harder. “I’ll make you scream anyway.”

Then she was on her back on the bed as Austin stood at the end of the mattress, thrusting into her with one deep movement. She gasped, his length filling her so completely that she knew she’d be sore in the morning even after all they’d shared together.

And she couldn’t freaking wait.

They moved together as one, their bodies sweat-slick and aching. She was coming before she could catch her breath, and then she found herself on top of him, riding him until they both came together.

Her nails dug into his skin, and his fingers gripped her flesh to the point of bruising. An aching pain that would be a constant reminder that they’d taken each other to the edge, to the point of ecstasy.

She’d never loved her husband more.

At least, that was what she’d thought until he brought her, breathless, to the tub and leisurely washed her skin, his lips on her shoulder as he achingly cared for her.

No, now she’d never loved her husband more.

“Mine,” she whispered, her body feeling heavy and sated.

“Always, babe, always.”

And then she slept in the arms of the love of her life, knowing that no matter what they went back to the next day, they had this night. And no matter how many years passed, she knew they’d always be breathless for one another, always ache with need at the mere thought of each other.

Sierra Montgomery was one lucky bitch, and she knew it.

Damn straight.