“What show?”
“Chopped. They do celebrity editions all the time for charity.”
The suggestion took him by surprise, but it was a secret little fantasy of his to be on the show. Whenever he watched it, he always imagined the dishes he’d create out of the basket ingredients. “What an incredible idea!”
“I know. Right? I wonder why no one ever thought about it before. You should look into it.”
“I will. Thank you for being so clever.” He kissed the top of her head, and she looked up at him. Her pink hair shimmered under the incandescent lights in the ceiling, and her beautiful hazel eyes warmed his soul. He honestly didn’t know what he’d do without her. This time, he kissed her lips, and she responded by leaning into him with a long moan and deepening the kiss.
She stirred his sensual desire, and his body came to life with a tingle that he felt all the way down to his toes. His hand glided over her top and massaged her breasts through the fabric. Aware that he was lying there only in his boxers when she was fully clothed, he asked, “Why aren’t you naked, my queen?”
“I don’t know,” she answered, with a breathy sigh.
It took less than 30 seconds for Jessi to shed her clothes and return to the bed to snuggle against him. She leaned her body into his with her knee over his thigh and her hand on his chest.
He kissed her again, tenderly and gently, while holding onto her hip and caressing her supple curves. Her body, so different than Tommy’s, made him cherish every nuance. She was grace and femininity. Alluring and bewitching. And he wanted her.
As his mouth devoured hers, his hand traveled between her legs, and he buried his fingers in her wetness. The breathy sounds that left her throat were short little moans that told him how much she adored him.
She stroked him with the silky palm of her hand. Her delicate touch felt like velvet. Her kisses like magic.
He moved on top of her, careful not to hurt her. He knew she wasn’t fragile, but she wasn’t to be dominated in the bedroom. She was to be revered and worshipped like a goddess.
When he slipped inside her, she sucked in a breath and opened her eyes.
She stared back at him with longing and so much love that it almost took his breath away, and he needed to pause just to gaze into her magnificent face.
Impatient, she rocked her hips while giving him a sensual, sly smile.
He treated her like a kitten, but this woman was a tigress. She could easily devour him, but that wasn’t their dynamic. When it was just the two of them, they liked it slow, and it was bliss.
He moved in and out of her with sweet-tempered thrusts, long and beautiful, savoring every sensation. Her little gasps and her intoxicating scent filled him with insatiable passion for this gorgeous woman, his wife. “Te amo, mi bella esposa.”
The corners of her mouth curled into a smile as she panted beneath him. “I love you too, my gorgeous husband.”
She ran her hands over his shoulders and hung onto him as he continued to pump into her in a dream-like stupor that ravaged him. She was tranquility and harmony, but she rocked his body with chaos and mayhem. It was maddening, and it brought him higher and higher until he couldn’t take it anymore.
He buried his face in her neck, while she hung onto his biceps, her chin up to the ceiling and her back arched. He waited for her, because she was the center of his attention, and then he let go with a long, loud, satiated moan of infinite pleasure.
Noise from downstairs woke Angel, and he lifted his head to listen. Tommy was home, and it sounded as if he was in the kitchen, probably getting a snack before he came to bed. Too tired to get up, Angel spooned Jessi and put his head back down on the pillow. A loud metal clang reverberated up the stairs as Tommy obviously dropped a pot, followed by the sound of Tommy’s laughter.
Someone sounded like he had a few drinks tonight.
“What was that?” Jessi’s startled voice asked.
“Our husband. It seems he’s trashing the kitchen.” Angel rolled out of bed, amused at the picture in his head of what was going on downstairs. He padded down the steps with Jessi following behind him, while loud gongs and the clatter of plates came from the kitchen.
“What the hell is he doing?” Jessi asked. “Loading the dishwasher?”
“I have no idea.”
It grew quiet, except for the sound of utensils on plates, so at least it seemed Tommy had finished preparing his snack.
Both Angel and Jessi stopped dead as soon as they reached the kitchen.
Tommy sat at the center island, a hot mess. His hair was tangled, as if he’d been caught in a windstorm, and his eyes were half closed, a mixture of red and blue. There was a wet stain on the front of his T-shirt where he obviously dropped something and tried to wash it off. When he saw Angel and Jessi, his mouth stretched into a huge smile, causing his eyes to squint into happy slits.
“Heeeeey!”he called to them, over-enthusiastically. “Is it morning already?” He turned to look out the window and almost fell off the stool. He grabbed the edge of the island to steady himself, and his fork did a backflip onto the floor. He laughed way too hard at the flatware’s acrobatics, and then disappeared as he bent down to retrieve it.
