“From the first time you crouched down in front of me, your eyes have always been a warm, safe, and healing place for me. But not only then—so many times over the years too.” I brushed a couple of fingers over his forehead and down his cheek. “I want to make you feel that way somehow.”
He gave my hip a gentle squeeze. “You’re my person, Roo.You always have been and being with you or even knowing you are part of my life makes everything better.”
“Yeah?” I whispered.
Jett moved his head the last fraction and kissed my forehead sweetly. “Yeah, sweetheart.”
My stomach chose that moment to growl—loudly. We were having a special moment, and my belly was rumbling like the start of a darn earthquake was taking place inside of it—and, of course, my guy laughed at me.
I playfully swatted his arm. “You’re a brat.” Then, like a very mature woman, I stuck my tongue out at him.
Next thing I knew, my husband was devouring my mouth. Maybe sticking my tongue out was an invitation I wasn’t aware of, but I had no complaints. It was a toe-curling kiss, and I relished every second of it before we finally broke apart.
“What do you say to room service and eating in bed?”
It took a second for my brain to compute. “Sounds perfect.”
After a quick kiss on the tip of my nose —because that was Jett for you—he rolled over and got out of bed. The moment my eyes took in his body, I wanted to worship it instead of eat. I craved him more than any food item you could place in front of me.
In only a pair of grey sweats hanging low on his hips, I drank in his sculpted back muscles and licked my lips—right as he turned around.
He flashed me a sexy smirk. “If you keep looking at me that way, you’ll never get fed.”
“I could work with that.”
A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. “You need your energy for later,” he said as he grabbed the menu. “Pick out what you want. Eat, then play.”
“Play? What are we, five?”
My husband tossed the menu on the bed. “Smartass,” he said affectionately. “Choose what you want so I can show you what playtime between us—two healthy adults that just discovered how fucking phenomenal sex is—would look like.”
Desire swept through me, and I wondered:How fast can I possibly eat?
Chapter Thirty-Six
JETT
Patience was like a drug.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
Every time we made love, I thought it would satisfy my need to have her for a while, but it only intensified my desire.
I craved her like my next fix. The urge to jump out of the shower to go make love to my wife again, just five minutes after being inside her, was driving me insane.
My girl needed a break. I worked to keep myself in the shower as long as possible to give it to her too.
However, the longer I stayed under the spray, the more my mind wandered to other things, like how I was going to be able to handle the next day. Nausea rolled through my gut at the thought of forcing myself to come to terms with the loss that had me such a mess inside.
That took my thoughts right back to my wife.
I was damn thankful she was with me because I didn’t think I could face any of it without her.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
PATIENCE
Playtime should definitely be a part of our daily routine.
