I nod helplessly. “I—yes!”
“Look at me.”
His tone is soft command. I obey instantly.
His eyes are dark, hungry, devoted.
“That’s it. Stay with me. I want to watch you come on my fingers.”
His pace quickens, not rough, but insistent; his fingers stroking in perfect rhythm.
My breathing breaks. My hips lift to meet every curl of his hand.
“There you go,” he rasps, voice shaking with how much he wants me. “Come for me. Right now.”
I break with a soft, desperate cry, pleasure crashing through me in shuddering waves. My legs tighten around him, my body clenching around his fingers as he holds me, praising me softly:
“That’s it… that’s it, Dea. Give me everything.That’s my girl.”
He slows gradually, easing me through the aftershocks until my body melts against him, boneless, trembling, warm.
He kisses my nose, then my forehead.
“Hold on to me,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”
I breathe into him, soft and shaken, and his hand strokes the back of my thigh, gentle now.
“You’re done decorating for now,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to mine. “Now you go upstairs.”
My pulse flutters. “To put on the green dress?”
His smile is wicked, warm, certain.
“Yes, so I can take it off later.”
Chapter 11
Tonight Everything Changes
She’s a vision.
My wife steps out of our room in an emerald dress that should be illegal. Short enough to taste her thighs. Soft knit hugging her waist. Black sheer tights that shimmer when she moves.
And those boots.
Four inches. Maybe more.
My jaw tightens.
Any other night I’d let her twirl in front of me, I’d let her show off those legs she thinks are too short, that body she thinks is too small;Dio, she has no idea how perfect she is.
But she’s pregnant.
And she’s running around the house in heels.
My pulse spikes every time she takes a step.
“Dea,” I say under my breath, letting my hand settle on her lower back as she moves around the dining room. “Slow down.”
