Breach of Honor by Naomi Porter
41 Miranda
RELAX, MIRANDA. HE’S hanging out with his friend, big deal. You’ve hung out with Lily after work too.
What was my problem?
I’d been staring at page eleven of a romance novel for… well, I had no idea how long. It was after ten, and Will wasn’t home yet.
It shouldn’t have been a big deal, but it was to me. Why didn’t he shoot me a text beforehand?
A clinking sound came from the living room, his keys in the glass bowl. I sat up in bed with my book in hand as if I were deep into the story and not obsessing over his night out with Jason.
“Hi.” I smiled, but my stomach flip-flopped. Will didn’t look right. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, just tired.” He kissed the top of my head and went into the bathroom.
I listened for his usual bedtime routine of brushing his teeth and peeing. He walked out of the bathroom, then removed a pair of boxers from the dresser. “I’m going to take a quick shower,” he said in passing.
“Okay.”
A weird uneasiness settled in my stomach as I waited for him. Taking a shower at night wasn’t something he regularly did, but he’d done it a few times. I couldn’t figure out what put me on edge more: the fact that he didn’t let me know he was meeting Jason, that he came home looking guilty, or that he hadn’t said more than ten words to me.
The shower turned off, and not long after, Will stepped out of the bathroom without his boxers on. His mood was different. There was a small curl to his lip, his eyes smoldering as he took the book from me and killed the lights.
He untied my robe, his mouth crashing to mine, and covered my body with his. He ravenously kissed down the bend of my neck to my breast.
We’d had rough, animalistic sex before when we’d both been horny and wanting a quick release. I could tell Will needed to fuck me tonight by the way he buried his cock between my legs with virtually no foreplay.
I didn’t resist.
“I love you, Miranda. I love you more than anything.” His voice was rough and husky as he plunged into me. Without warning, his thrust took on a fast and furious possessing manner.
I arched into him and gasped. “Will… oh, Will…”
He hit the right angle to take me over the edge within seconds and then suddenly, he froze.
Even with the lights off, I saw shame in his eyes from the moonlight filtering through the window sheers. His head dropped into the crook of my neck, his weight pinning me to the bed.
Something told me he needed me to love him slowly, an instinct maybe.
“I want to be on top.” It was his favorite position.
He said nothing, rolling to his back and pulling me with him. We were still connected as I adjusted myself atop him. I moved up and down leisurely, riding him the way he liked. Will gripped my thighs, his eyes on me as I let the robe slip off. I kept my pace, bending over to pepper kisses across his smooth chest.
I rode away the tension in his shoulders, pouring my heart into each caress of my hands and lips. Whatever had plagued Will left him. He never revealed what was wrong, and I didn’t question him.
