Bronson sat on the bed watching me as I rummaged through my drawers, grabbing clothes for my overnight bag. He was happy that I was bonding with the ladies, but also worried I would be out of his sight. However, I believed that the look on his face was due to me not being in our bed tonight.
Truthfully, I knew that might be a hardship for me too, but I was thrilled to have been invited to the renowned sleepover that I’d heard a great deal about.
I pulled out some undergarments and heard my husband groan.
“Can’t you take something less sexy?”
Spinning around to face him, I rolled my eyes. “It’s just underwear.”
“How am I supposed to concentrate at work all night knowing you’re going to be wearing those enticing, black, lace panties and I can’t remove them from your body?”
“I promise to let you take them off me tomorrow,” I gave him a sultry look before turning back to my task at hand.
After grabbing some sweats from my bottom drawer and snagging the t-shirt off the top of the dresser, I moved towardthe bed where he was perched watching me so I could shove everything in my bag.
“You’re taking my dirty shirt with you?”
Still looking down at the items in my hand, I nodded and softly said, “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too, Cupcake.”
His shirt wasn’t dirty, but he had worn it for a short time earlier that morning, which was precisely the reason I was taking it. I brought the fabric to my nose and inhaled, lifting my head to meet Bronson’s gaze.
“I want your smell surrounding me when I go to bed.” Because that woodsy scent of his was one of my favorite things.
Gone was his pout, his face transformed right before me. In its place was a suggestive-grin and bedroom-eyes that blazed with desire. My body heated as his gaze did a slow sweep of my body and then he snagged my hand, pulling me between his open legs.
I tossed the articles of clothing on top of my bag and stared down at my husband. He dropped my hand and slid both of his around to my backside. I swear my man had an ass fetish. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off mine.
“We’re going to be late,” I mumbled, a shot of lust shooting straight to my core.
Lust, Love and Laughter, the three L’s that were ever so present when my husband was around.
He pulled me even closer. “Everyone will wait. I’m not leaving without making love to you.”
It was a good thing Stormi was already at Jurnee’s house because I wanted exactly what he was offering.
Making love to my husband was at the top of my all-time favorite things to do list.
I climbed on his lap so I was straddling him and shoved my fingers into his hair, pressing my center down on his growing erection.
“Yeah, let them wait,” I whispered.
There was no other choice because I needed him to make love to me as much as I needed the sun to rise and set each day.
Startled,I jumped out of Bronson’s embrace.
“You’re late,” Alley said, standing in the now open doorway.
Guess I’m busted.
My husband still held one of my hands as she reached out and grabbed the other. I was like the rope in a game of tug-of-war.
“Shoo,” the sassy woman said, waving her free arm at Bronson.
Chuckling, he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. “Miss you,” he whispered next to my ear before releasing me.
Now I was torn in two. My heart was moving down the sidewalk and the rest of me was being pulled into the fun I could hear already happening in the house.
