My Best Friend's Brother: The Husband - Book 2[First Draft]

Chapter 11: Time to Heal

Christian:

She is driving me completely insane. I glance at the dress laying on our bedroom floor and then my eyes moved back to hers. Those glass green orbs were the only thing I will willingly get lost in; the eyes of my wife, of my Chloe.

She was laid on our bed, only her undergarments on and an adorable nervous look on her face. You'd think we never did this before. I was hovered over her, my shirt thrown somewhere in the room. Patience; I need to be patient with her. The urge to take her roughly was too strong.

"Chris?" she whispered past those beautiful plump lips of hers and I gulped. How did I ever get this lucky? What did I do right to deserve her? She is just perfect; perfect and mine. There are days that I wake up just to look at her cute sleeping face and to admire the way  she scoots closer to me the moment I shift even slightly away.

A girl made for me. "Christian?" she calls again softly. I let out a content smile and palmed her cheek gently, "I love it when you say my name, baby." The softness in my tone made her cheeks turn ten shades darker. So adorable.

I hesitantly leaned down and her eyes squeezed tightly shut as I press a soft kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Chloe," I whisper breathlessly.

"I love you too, Chris," she whispered back in the same tone. I kissed the tip of her nose and peppered small pecks along her jaw, "And I love this face."

I went lower and kissed down her neck , across her collar bone and the middle of her chest, "I love this upper chest."

"Chris," she whimpered quietly. "Hush, baby. Let me work," I said back softly and turned my eyes upward to meet her own. She pouted slightly but rest her head back against the pillow. I smirked, fucking adorable. Too fucking adorable.

I kissed over the top of her breasts and ran my hand up her calf to her thigh. She gasped slightly. Teasing isn't going to us both any good but she has to be patient, I have to be patient. One wrong move can send her spiraling back to that week. I can't have that.

I let my lips draw patterns in her skin, slowly gliding them back to the juncture between her neck and shoulder. I  press my lips to it, lightly biting the spot and immediately her arms shot out, her hands latching on to my shoulder tightly.

"Chris," she moaned quietly. Such a beautiful fucking sound. I kissed the spot again, this time sucking and nibbling the skin. The soft whimpers it elicited from her made my member stand on edge. My heart pumped blood fast and I can feel my control slipping even further. It's getting harder to be patient.

Patience Christian!

I bit down slightly harder and her hands tightened on my shoulder as she let out a short, loud moan. Fucking hell! I pull away, breathing becoming more labored as I look at her helpless state; eyes closed, head thrown back in ecstasy. She's helpless to my touches; I fucking love it!

Slowly her eyes reopened to meet mine and she gulped slightly. "I..I want to..to do something....." she started but I placed a finger on her lips effectively shutting her up. Doesn't she understand by now? This is not about me anymore; this is about making her comfortable, it's about helping her heal.

"Not tonight, baby. Tonight I want to focus on you," I whisper softly, taking the finger away to dance slowly on her stomach. Our eyes never left each other, hers were filled with so much love that a ball formed in my throat. How did I ever get this lucky?

I sat back on my thighs and pulled her up and onto my lap. Her cheeks darkened a considerable amount and she looked down, away from me. It still amazes me that she gets shy like this, but I'm not complaining; not at all. All  it does is harden the pole between my legs.