Instead, I tug on one of her headphones. She twitches, then smiles when she looks back and realizes it’s me.
“Hi,” she says, pulling the headphones off altogether. “Sorry, I was in work mode. I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Are you sure it didn’t have something to do with these?” I tap the large headphones on the counter.
“Oh, those usually don’t block out the sound of your massive footsteps,” she teases. “You sound like a giant, stomping into the room.”
“I can’t help it.” I shrug. “I’m a big man.”
“One of the things I like about you.” Her eyes widen after she says that, and I realize she didn’t mean to blurt it out. Well, just because the compliment was accidental doesn’t mean I didn’t like it.
I move a little closer to her, letting her feel the difference in our heights. Her lips part slightly as she looks up at me.
“What time is it?” she asks softly.
“Eleven. My Tokyo call ran late.”
Her brows raise. “That puts you dangerously close to missingourmeeting, husband.”
I shrug. “I have time.”
“How much, though? Because I noticed, you only put thirty minutes for today’s purple-colored baby-making slot.” She shoots me a mischievous smile, and I want to kiss it off her face.
“Do you think I’ll need longer than that?” I step forward, grabbing the edge of the counter and caging her in with my hands. She instinctively steps away from me so her back hits the counter, but she grabs my jacket lapels, running her fingers over the fabric.
“I think you might, if you want to make the experience satisfying.” Her eyes flit down to my mouth just as her tongue darts out to wet her own.
“That’s where you’re wrong, wife.” I press a little closer so she can feel the hard rise of my cock against her hip. “I don’t need any warm-up. I’m ready for you now, and I have a feeling you’re already craving me.”
She inhales a shallow breath, her body going loose and pliant against mine. “What makes you think that?”
“You’re so damn responsive.” I drag my lips over her temple, her cheek, down to the pounding pulse at her neck. “I barely have to say a word to have you soaked and wanting.”
The whimper she lets out makes my cock throb. “That’s presumptuous of you, husband,” she says breathily.
“I don’t think it is.” My fingers move to cup her sex through her shorts, and I chuckle when she moans. “Should I check for myself?”
When she doesn’t stop me, I slide the fabric to the side and drag my fingers along her slick sex. I repeat the motion, grinning as she gets wetter under my touch.
“That’s what I thought,” I mutter.
Maura throws herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and smashing her mouth to mine. Her tongue meets mine in a heated frenzy, tasting and licking through my mouth like she’s ravenous for me. I grab her pretty little ass and grind her against me just the way I like. I could fuck her, right here on the counter, but that’s not what I want.
I want my wife spread out on my bed, writhing under my goddamn mouth.
Growling, I pull away from the kiss. “Upstairs now. I want you on my bed, no shorts, no panties.”
I go to pour myself a glass of water. Maura just stands there, blinking at me while I open the cabinet.
I raise an eyebrow. “Did you hear me?”
“Are you coming?”
“Eventually.”
A shiver runs through her, and I know she likes the idea of anticipation. Good. So do I.
I take my time drinking my water while my wife scurries upstairs. I don’t plan on making her wait long—a few minutes should be enough to have her desperate and writhing.
