Pressing another kiss to his spine, I murmur back, “I missed you, too. I’m glad you’re home.”
His fingers smooth up and down my arms for a moment before I pull back, reaching around him for the bottle of shampoo. He turns as I squirt some into my cupped palm, then replace the bottle on the shelf.
“Get down here so I can wash your hair,” I tell him, my tone gentle but leaving little room for argument. He grins, that flash of his dimple appearing beneath his thick beard. It’s possibly the longest I’ve ever seen it, and I’m not mad about it. It’s sexy as hell.
He lowers to one knee and grasps my hips in his hands, his thumbs digging into the flesh of my stomach. Xander leans close and presses his mouth to my sternum, just between my breasts, his breaths sawing in and out heavily. And with him on his knee before me, I work my fingers through his hair, sudsing the strands thoroughly. I scratch his scalp with my fingernails and he groans, tipping his head back slightly, his eyelids fluttering closed. I grin impishly, happy that I can make him feel good, too.
Reaching above us, I take down the handheld shower headand rinse his hair of the shampoo. His hands don’t stray from my hips, though his fingers flex against me as I work.
I suds up his hair once more with shampoo to get any residual dirt and grime out of it, rinse it again, and then he stands. His cock bobs, hard and heavy, between us. Those incredible blue eyes of his are hungry and he reaches for me, but I tsk him lightly, shaking my head.
His dark brows lower over his eyes and he groans in misery. “Please, sweetheart. I want to touch you. I need to touch you.”
“I’m not done taking care of you yet,” I murmur, reaching around him for the bottle of bodywash and a loofa I have hanging against the wall. His heated gaze watches as I pour out some of the cedarwood and citrus scented body wash and work it into a lather. “Turn around, please.”
“You’re teasing me, you naughty fucking thing,” he growls low, but does as I say. I grin from behind him, loving that I can drive him crazy like this.
I start at his shoulders, working the loofa over every inch of his skin. Down his back, over each taut butt cheek, each arm from shoulder to wrist, and then I kneel, working the suds over the backs of his thighs and calves. Standing, I turn him to face me.
His chest is damn near heaving with each breath, his gaze hot and hungry as he takes me in. I roll my lips in between my teeth to hide my smile and raise my arm, starting the process over at his shoulders and moving across his chest and abdomen, down his hips, circling dangerously close to the rock hard erection he’s sporting. He growls low, the sound making me shiver, but I keep going.
Kneeling once again, I lather each thigh and work down his shins to his feet. Then, and only then, do I look up at him. His chest heaves, his hands curling and uncurling into fists at his sides, like it’s taking every bit of his self control not to touch me.Biting my lip, I smile coyly up at him and he shakes his head, chuckling.
“You wicked, wicked thing,” he rasps darkly.
I drop the loofa, but raise my soapy hand, circling his hardness in my fingers and sliding from base to tip and back. I make sure to soap every inch of him, slowly.
“Fucking goddamn, Teddy,” he chokes out, his control breaking as he slides his hands around the back of my head. “Please, mama. I need to be inside you.”
Standing again, I push him backward with my hand in the center of his chest into the spray of water, the suds sluicing down his body. He reaches behind him, twisting the handle of the water and turning it off. His hands are on me an instant later, hauling me to him. One hand tangles in the back of my hair, tied up in a bun, forcing my mouth up to his. His kiss is fierce, hungry. Like a man starved, he devours my mouth, until we’re both panting and breathless.
With a groan, he grabs the towels I left beside the shower and wraps me in one, then steps out, taking my hand and assisting me out as well. Haphazardly drying his own body, he tosses the towel over the curtain bar before reaching for me again, but I’m already working on drying myself off. Xander tears the towel from my hands and tosses it, too, and a laugh bursts out of me when he wraps both arms around my hips and lifts me off my feet, carrying me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. One lamp is dimly lit in the corner and casts the room in soft light and stark shadows.
I half expect him to drop me into the center of the bed, but of course he doesn’t; he sets me down gently, then pushes me onto my back, spreading my thighs as he settles over me. But he doesn’t kiss me again. Instead, he sinks down and presses his mouth to my abdomen, his hands spanning wide on my hips, framing my lower stomach. My fingers glide into his hair as he presses sweet, tender kisses to where our baby is currently growing.Once again, tears prick my nose, and I have to blink rapidly to dispel them from my eyes.
“Hi, in there,” he whispers reverently to my stomach. I smooth the wet strands of his hair back away from his forehead. He looks up my body at me and smiles, his own eyes misting. “My baby is really in here?”
“Your baby is really in here,” I whisper back, nodding. My lips wobble as I smile. “The doctor confirmed I’m six weeks. So it’s still very early, Xander, but yes. We’re having a baby.”
Crawling up my body, he wraps one arm beneath my shoulders and the other cradles the back of my head as he kisses me, slow and thorough.
“I fucking love you so much,” he rasps against my mouth.
Shifting my hips, I circle against him, where I can feel his hardness at my hip. He’s keeping his weight off of me, but I need to feel it. I need his weight on top of me, I need him to fill me. “Please, Xander…”
He chuckles lightly, his teeth nipping at my lip, making me gasp. He moves so that his hips are between my spread thighs. Where I want him the most. “Who’s the one begging now?”
“Shamelessly,” I pant raggedly, sliding my hands down his back to clutch his perfect ass. “I’ve waited so long for you, please. Fill me up. Remind me I’m yours, Xander.”
“You’re all mine,” he groans, lining himself up against my pussy. I’m soaked already, all the teasing in the shower turning me on just as much as it had him. Leveraging himself up on his hands, he raises his chest off of mine and drops his chin to look between our bodies. “Watch how well this pussy takes my cock, Teddy. Watch how greedy it is for me.”
He pushes inside, inch by inch, and our matching moans are a dirty, needy melody in the semi darkness of the room around us.
“Fuck, Teddy. Oh shit, am I going to hurt you or?—”
“No, no,” I pant raggedly, shaking my head against the pillow.
“Good,” he grunts, his jaw clenching tight as he sinks inside me slowly, working in and out in shallow thrusts. “I’m going to take my time with you tonight, mama, but right now I want to fuck you. Fast and hard, Teddy. And then I’ll take my time.”
