“You didn’t scare me. I was just startled because I thought you were—” The words died in my throat, and I gulped.
Desire slammed into me, and my body felt like it was on fire as I took in my husband wearing only a pair of tight, black boxer briefs. They were molded to his powerful thighs, his sculpted chest was on full display, every ripple causing my mouth to dry up like the desert, and my heavens…
“The bulge was real.”
Jett stared at me for a second, and then his eyes widened as he looked down at himself, then back up to me.
Oh my God. I said that out loud.
“Shit, sorry,” he muttered.
Cheeks now flaming red with embarrassment, I jumped from the bed on the opposite side and stared at him.
He took a slow trip up and down my body before focusing back on my face. That was all it took. My panties were drenched, and I tingled in my most intimate place. Jett’s blue eyes danced with fire, lust burning bright.
He feels it too.
Jett had been with me in one of the most private moments of my life. He’d been there when I’d given birth to my son. But as he stared at me standing in my baby blue sleep shorts and white tank top that I was sure he could see right through, it felt even more personal.
And I was sure now that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
Suddenly, he began pacing back and forth along the side of his bed like a caged animal, mumbling to himself. Then he stopped, looked at me again, causing my nipples to harden before he stalked around the bed to where I stood.
“Say yes, because I’m dying to kiss you again.”
I squeezed my thighs together, trying to curb the need pulsing in my core at his command and the raw need in his voice. He noticed, and his nostrils flared.
“Yes.”
In a nano of a second, he grasped my hip in one hand, yanking me closer as his other cupped the back of my head. Then his mouth crashed down over mine. It wasn’t soft or sweet; it was demanding and desperate. He punished my lips, and I moaned into his mouth.
My breasts pressed against his bare chest, the friction causing my insides to burn like a volcano, and I felt like I might erupt any second. I couldn’t get close enough. Our tongues dueled for dominance, and I nipped his lower lip. Idon’t even know who I was at that moment; he made me lose my mind.
There was no getting enough of this man, so when he ripped his mouth from mine, I cried out in protest. His hands left my body, and he roughly shoved them through his hair as he stepped back from me, turning the other way.
Hurt, like earlier, bubbled up inside me. He’d asked to kiss me, so why was he pulling back as if I had some sort of disease, or I’d attack him? Well, I guess the attack was a little bit true, but he started it.
Hot and cold. That was how he ran, and I was drowning in confusion.
He spun back around to face me. “I’m fucked up. I tried to tell you.” His drool-worthy chest rapidly rose and fell. “But I want you so bad.”
When he paused, I jumped in. “I want you too.”
Stepping back into my personal space again, he placed his palm on my cheek. “You deserve better.”
I opened my mouth to tell him he was full of shit, but his thumb pressed against my lips, stopping me. “I know you do, but I’m selfish. I can’t give you up.”
“Then why stop?” I whispered.
His hand slid down my arm, and he grasped my palm, turning it over, and he brought it to his lips. He kissed the inside of my wrist, the move causing flutters in my stomach, before he dropped our joined hands.
“Because I not only need to work through the noise in my head, but I need to take you on a date.”
Between the tender kiss against my wrist and the word “date”, my heart melted. I couldn’t stop the tears of happiness that slipped down my cheeks.
“I’m here to help you however you need.” I grabbed his hand again and placed his palm over my heart. “A date soundslike a dream. I won’t say no to that, but I’ve waited for you for what feels like forever, and I need you.”
A deep groan left his perfect lips. “You’re killing me here.”
