This woman is fuckingtalented.
She pours her heart out into the music. I can feel it in my soul as I stride into the room and spot her in the darkness. The only light comes from above the stove in the kitchen. I can see Natasha’s refection in the dark windows next to the piano. Her eyes are closed as her hands move over the keys, not missing a note.
Not wanting to startle her, I stand back, hands in my pockets, and listen to her play. Finally, after the final note disappears, she folds her hands in her lap and opens her eyes, seeing me in the window.
She doesn’t jump.
She smiles.
And I can’t stay away from her for another second.
I cross to her, and she slides over on the bench, making room for me to join her. When I sit, she tips her head onto my shoulder and exhales, as if in relief.
“You’re home.”
“I’m home, Angel. I texted you when I landed.”
“I must have left my phone in the bedroom after my shower.” She turns her face and kisses my biceps, and the fact that she’s touching me so freely is not lost on me. “Are you okay?”
“Just tired.”
The truth is, I’m fucking exhausted. I haven’t slept in two days. We tracked down eight men that we know for sure were there the other night but didn’t get much information out of them.
It was frustrating as fuck.
And I missed being here, with my wife.
She lays her fingers on the keys but doesn’t play, and I kiss the top of her head.
“Play for me,” I whisper to her as I breathe her in. “Whatever you want.”
She takes a breath, and then her hands move again, this time playing an Adele song that I recognize, and after a few moments, I join her.
Her eyes are wide when they shoot up to mine, and then a smile transforms her beautiful face, and we play the song together.
It’s sexy, sitting here with her on this bench, playing a song so in sync with each other. This might be the most intimate I’ve ever been with anyone in my life.
And when the song is over, I lift her onto my lap, cup her cheek, and cover her mouth with mine. Her lips are so fucking sweet, I don’t know how I lived without them for the last forty-eight hours.
Definitely not a business arrangement for me anymore.
I’m not sure if it ever really was.
“I missed you,” she whispers against my lips as my hands glide over her ass, pulling her closer. “This big house is lonely without you in it.”
“You’re the sweetest thing,” I murmur, brushing a few strands of hair off her cheek and hooking them behind her ear. “I don’t deserve your goodness, Natasha. But I’m never letting you go.”
I crush my mouth to hers and lick over the seam of her lips, and when she whimpers and opens for me, my immediate thought isnow I’m home.
Her arms wrap around my neck, and she pushes her hot pussy against my already hard cock, and that’s all the invitation I need.
“I’m not waiting one more fucking minute,” I growl against her lips. “I need to sink inside your perfect pussy and live there for the immediate future.”
She lifts an eyebrow.
“Good because you’ve been torturing me with your amazing, muscled forearms playing this piano, and I’m all kinds of turned on right now.”
Without another word, I lift her, wrap her legs around my waist, and carry her back to our bed. My first instinct was to spread her out on the piano and eat her, but I want her in our bed.
