She laughs, and damn, it’s a sound I’ve missed. I step closer, drop a kiss on her lips. She hugs me, and I soak up her warmth.
So easy, Prescott. You just have to show up, and she’ll hold you through all the storms.
I pull back and cup her face, kiss her nose. “You make this look easy, you know that?”
Her brows go up. “What do I make look easy?”
“All of it. The schedules. The remembering. The constant motion.”
Her gaze softens with understanding. “I’ve had practice.”
“I’m trying to catch up.” It’s a statement. A promise.
“You’re a smart man, Dr. Prescott; there’s nothing you can’t do.” She brushes her lips against my jaw and goes back to Mikaela’s project.
“You need help with dinner?” I ask. It felt damn good to pick up Finn, and I want to do more for her.
“I have stew in the oven,” she says over her shoulder. “Grab a beer and come hang out. Mikaela’s teaching me about saving the oceans.”
“Daddy, I’m making a collage. The topic is ‘preserving the oceans’.” Mikaela holds up her project proudly. A whale cut from glossy paper swims across a sea of blue construction paper.
I grin. “That’s amazing, Peanut. I think you just saved the Chesapeake Bay.”
That night I make love to my wife, and it’s like the old times. It’s tender and loving.
Amazing. It’s always amazing because it’s aconnection, it’s intimacy, it’s being with Jayne in a way that makes me whole.
I’ve worshiped this body a thousand times, but tonight it feels like the first time all over again. Her scent is a musky, intoxicating blend of perfume and Jayne's essence.
I bury my face in the curve of her neck, sucking and biting as she arches into me. She is wet, and I can feel it through the thin fabric of her panties.
“Rhys,” she whispers, her voice shaky with need.
How can she think I can look at another woman when I have her?
I grind against her thigh, the friction sending sparks up my spine. She’s trembling, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I pull her panties to the side, fingers sliding through her slick folds.
I crawl to the edge of the bed and take her panties off. I spread her legs wide and cup her, stroke her, play with her. I lean down and lap at her clit, slow and deliberate, savoring every drop.
She tastes like heaven.
I can’t get enough.
Her thighs clamp around my head, trapping me in the sweetest prison.
She moans when I slide two fingers inside her. I curl them, hitting that spot that makes her cry out. Her hips buck against my face, riding my tongue and fingers.
She’s desperate for release.
Right before I know she’s going to come, I pull back, my mouth and fingers soaked with her juices. She whimpers, her brown eyes heavy with lust.
“I want you to come when I’m inside you,” I tell her.
Her eyes soften with love.
Yes, she loves me.
She’s the love of my life.Always. Always. And forever.
