It’s late Sunday, and the baby is already down when the front door opens and Dex walks through the door.
I didn’t know what time he’d be home, but I’ve been waiting all day.
My instinct is to rush over to him, but I also don’t know if we’re there. I don’t want to be the desperate girl who…
Oh, screw it.
I follow my instinct, and I race into his arms. He laughs even with theoofthat escapes him at my impact, and my mouth crashes to his. I hear the thud of his duffel as he drops it on the floor beside us and kisses me intensely for a few beats.
He pulls back. “That’s one hell of a greeting,” he says. We kiss between sentences. “Maybe I should go away more often.”
“Don’t you dare,” I say, and he laughs.
“I’ll have to with my schedule, but it’ll only be for a few nights at a time.” Another kiss.
“I can probably manage that.” More kissing.
He pulls away. “I brought you something.”
I step back and clap my hands together. “Asouvenir?”
“Not exactly,” he says, and he reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a ring, and my jaw drops as he grabs my hand and slides it on. “I was thinking when we were in Chicago how people kept asking to see the ring. You should be wearing one if you’re my wife, so I picked this one up. I hope you like it.”
He sounds nearly shy at the end, and it’s very sweet.
I glance down at the rock, and make no mistake, that’s what this is. It’s a freakingrock. It feels heavy on my hand, and it must be four carats at least. It’s a radiant cut with double pave bands, and I’ve never seen a more gorgeous ring in my entire life.
“Like it?” I repeat. “I freaking love it, Dex. You shouldn’t have, but I’m glad you did.”
He chuckles, and I toss my arms around his neck.
“Thank you.”
He leans down to kiss me. “You’re welcome.” He hooks his arm around my waist and pulls me in, and there’s no more studying the ring as instead we make time to study each other.
We didn’t have enough time in Chicago to have sex again, especially not with Jack sleeping a few feet away from us, but now he’s back and we have time again.
Sort of.
He has to be at the practice facility at eight tomorrow, which means in less than twelve hours, we’ll be apart again. I’m sure he’s exhausted after a trying couple of weeks, and I’m sure he’s eager to get back to his own bed after sleeping in a hotel for so long.
But he’s not rushing me. Instead, as his mouth opens to mine and his tongue starts to move in my mouth, I feel like he’s taking his time. He’s moving slowly, intentionally, and there’s something really sexy about it.
I slide my fingers into his dark hair, and the strands are soft between my fingers. He deepens our kiss, still keeping a slow, tender pace as we move in closer to each other, our bodies pressed together in delicious anticipation of what’s to come.
He sweeps me up into his arms and carries me over to the couch, and he wastes no time in getting us situated before he’s hovering over me, slamming his hips to mine in a preview of what’s to come. His lips move from mine and across my cheek toward my ear. “I’ve been dreaming of your cunt for two weeks,” he murmurs.
He licks the shell of my ear before he slowly moves down my body. He grips my pants and pulls them off with my panties in one fell swoop, and I’m left breathless by his agile, quick movements. He reaches under the shirt I’m still wearing to find one of my breasts, and he hisses when he feels my naked breast there, not covered by a bra.
He thumbs one nipple until it’s a hard peak, and then he moves his attention to the other as he continues to kiss his way down my body and toward my pelvis. He moves to the side to kiss my naked hipbone, and then he continues his downward trek as he moves his hand from my nipple, creating a trail down my skin that leaves me shivering until he slides a finger directly into my pussy.
I cry out, my hips jerking off the couch at the feel of his welcome intrusion, and he starts to move his fingers in and out.
“I’ve wanted to taste this cunt since that night we went on the roller coaster,” he says, and he moves his fingers out to dip his tongue in.
“Ah!” I yell, my hips jerking out of control so my thighs basically slap his face.
“Mm,” he groans, his hum vibrating warmly through my entire being. He pushes his tongue in and out, and he grunts a hot little, “Fuck,” when he slides his tongue out toward my clit. “Fuck, you taste so good.” He sucks on my clit, and nothing has ever felt like this.
