Chapter Three
Her
His hands clench into fists. Gripping the zipper tab, I tug downward. The teeth grind as the two sides part. My fingers tuck into the top of his boxer briefs, slowly dragging them, along with his jeans, down his hips. They fall to his ankles unheeded as my hand closes around his thick cock. He groans when my grip tightens and my eyes flick upward to meet his. Dark and heated, his stare is intense enough to melt me like a chocolate bar left outside on a summer’s day. And the wetness pooling between my thighs is proof of his startling effect on me.
Leaning forward, I slick my tongue from the base to the tip and then take his steel-like length between my lips. Sliding down, I draw him as deep as I can, pausing when a harsh grunt escapes his lips.
Large palms cup the sides of my head, his long fingers burrow into my red strands, silently encouraging me to move. And I do. Slowly, I glide up and down, one hand working in tandem with my mouth while my other hand wraps around the back of his muscular thigh.
“Faster,” he urges, holding my head as his hips begin to thrust. Eagerly complying, I pick up the pace, bobbing on his cock, as if pleasing him is the most important thing. And right now it is.
I want to make him come harder than he ever has. I never want him to forget the feeling of my hot, wet mouth or the sight of me on my knees before him.
Sucking and humming, I watch him. Mouth open, his breathing turns more ragged.
Shouting my name, he releases down my throat. He clutches the back of my head, as if I’m a lifeline tethering him to this world—without me he’d float away on a cloud of ecstasy.
His palms skate forward to adoringly cup my face and ease my mouth from him. Broad thumbs skim over my cheeks, and I smile and lick my lips as I take in his dazed expression. It’s great to know that I haven’t lost my touch.
Drawing me to my feet, he pulls closer, enfolding me in his strong embrace. I press my cheek to his chest and drag in a lungful of his manly smell. It wraps around me like a forest-scented hug, making me feel safe, cherished, and loved.
He presses a kiss to the top of my head, reinforcing all the emotions I’m experiencing. This is crazy. How can I feel so much for this man?
Nudging my chin with his knuckle, he urges me to meet his gaze. “Do you know how incredible you are?”
I shake my head.
“Well, you are. Your mouth has the ability to send me to another galaxy. I saw stars when I came.” Leaning down, he sweeps his lips over mine, sending a shiver down my spine.
How can one man affect me so strongly? Before him, it was never like this. And I know he’s ruined me for all others.
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I burrow closer. I never want to move from his hold.
“Maybe I should get dressed before someone else rings the doorbell,” he suggests.
Reluctantly, I step back and watch with disappointment as he pulls his clothing back up his thick thighs and lean hips.
My mouth twists with disappointment as he zips and buttons his jeans. It seems so final—the end of something extraordinary that fills me with a sense of loss.
“What’s that look for?” He arches a dark eyebrow.
I shrug. “It’s a shame to see such perfection covered.”
He smiles, his straight teeth a quick flash in his handsome face. “If you want another look, all you have to do is ask. Or look at me with those sexy green eyes. Or even just breathe.” He chuckles deeply and my toes curl.
It’s nice to know I’m not the only one under this powerful spell. And I’ve felt it since the moment we met. There was an immediate connection between us, and neither of us could deny it.
“So what’s the verdict? Did you enjoy yourself?” he questions.
My teeth press into my bottom lip as I gaze at him under my lashes. “I did. But you already know that.”
His grin is cocky. “You’re right.” He tugs me against him, and I lean my chin on his chest. “So, wife, what fantasy are we fulfilling next week?”
“It’s your turn next time,” I remind him.
He runs his hand over his bearded jaw. “I’ve got to admit, it’s getting more difficult to come up with new ideas after all this time.”
Will and I haven’t been apart a single day since we met in college twenty years ago. And we married as soon as we graduated. I gave birth to a beautiful set of twins fourteen years ago, and there hasn’t been a dull moment since.
Every Saturday they spend the night at my sister’s house. The girls love hanging out with their cousins, and Will and I get to take advantage of our alone time. Each weekend brings a new fantasy, and our sex life is hotter than ever.
“No ideas?” I prod him.
“How do you feel about being invaded and conquered by an alien commander?”
“Let’s just say I’m ready and willing to be probed.”
He laughs. “That’s my girl.” He presses his forehead to mine and we remain still, cherishing the final minutes of ‘our time’. “I love you, Mandy.”
“And I love you.”
The doorbell chimes like a church bell ringing, informing us that our daughters are home. We both sigh, knowing that the rest of today will be a whirlwind of dealing with hormones and teenage angst.
“What timing.” Will takes my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Until next week.” He winks, and a flurry of desire rockets through me when I think about the possibilities next weekend has in store.
Bring it on, baby.