I lift up, ready to rip this shirt off my body, Hulk-style, if he doesn’t do it for me. But he’s already one step ahead of me, and within seconds, it’s on the floor, along with his.
I take a second to admire him.
He does the same.
“You are so damn beautiful, Pres.”
My cheeks heat at his words. Jace used a lot of words to describe me—hot, sexy—which are all fine, but when he said them, they always just felt like empty words.
When Hollis calls me beautiful, I know he genuinely means it. There’s honesty in his words, and because of that, I truly feel beautiful.
He kisses me again, and we tumble back to the bed. The feeling of my nipples rubbing against his naked chest is like another level of foreplay I didn’t know existed, and I find myself wrapping my legs around him in desperate need of friction.
“Fuck,” Hollis groans when his very obvious erection presses against my core. “I’m gonna come in my fucking pants if you keep grinding your hips against me like that, Pres.”
Still squirming, I practically whimper.
He definitely notices. “Does it ache?” I nod. “Does my wife need to be taken care of?”
Hell yeah, I do.
I should have known Hollis would be like this in the bedroom. The caretaker. A giver through and through.
“Yes.”
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts. “Tell me what you like, Pres. Tell me what you need.”
“You,” I say automatically. “I just need your hands on me.”
He grins. “I’m gonna put more than my hands on you. By the time we’re through, you’re going to be well acquainted with my hands, my fingers…my tongue.”
Kind, compassionate, and a dirty talker in bed? Did I hit the holy trifecta of husbands?
I lift my hips, and he slides my shorts down, taking my panties along with them. He drops them on the floor, and then his eyes sweep over my naked body with heated intensity.
He leans down and plants a kiss just below my ear, working his way down. He makes a path to my collarbone and then the valley between my breasts. His thumb rubs slow circles over my rosy nipple. My back bows.
I’ve never been much into nipple play, but this man makes me a believer.
He kisses my stomach, then my hip bone, inching closer to my center. My body is practically vibrating in anticipation.
He thought I was aching before. My pussy is fucking throbbing now.
He slides down so he’s in line with my lower body. He places his hands on both sides of my hips. “Spread those legs for me, Pres. Show me what’s mine.”
Dirty talker and possessive?
I have a feeling I’m really going to enjoy this new side of my husband.
My legs fall to his sides, and he wraps a hand around each, holding me in place. “You’re dripping for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Have you ever made yourself come thinking of me?” He kisses my inner thigh and drags the tip of his nose along my feverish skin. It’s close to where I want him.
“Yes.”
He likes this admission. I mean, what guy wouldn’t? Especially your husband. “How many times?”
