“Well, that’s another Wimble…done!” I announce with a giggle.
We tiptoe out of Evie’s room and into our bedroom, closing the door so we don’t wake her. It’s been a busy week and we collapse across the bed for several minutes, just breathing together.
“Thank you,” I whisper, propping myself up on one elbow.
Knox sits up. “For?”
“For everything. Loving me, bringing Evie into the world, being such an incredible husband and father.”
“Darlin’, I?—”
“I’m not finished.”
He blinks, then mimes zipping his lips.
“And for helping me speak up for myself and creating a literary project that helps people, the area, and the books we love.” I smile. “Okay… Now I’m finished.”
Knox waits until I nod firmly. “Thank you for being the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes or hands on.”
“You’re—”
A finger lands across my lips. “My turn not to be finished.” He lifts my hand and replaces his finger with mine so that I’m shushing myself. "I need to show my wife how much I love her without waking our beautiful baby. Are you going to be nice and quiet for me?"
I nod, murmuring, “Mmm-hmm.”
“Good.”
Knox has pulled my clothes off rough and fast countless times, frequently getting my hair tangled until we’re both laughing. This time he moves the fabric across my skin slowly, carefully, awakening every nerve.
By the time we're both naked, I'm tingling from head to toe and trying to roll toward him for a kiss.
"No way, darlin'."
He stares at me hungrily. I've always loved the way his gaze can sweep over my skin with the intensity of a laser, to the point where I almost physically feel it.
"I want you," I whisper.
"I want you, too. But I know you love it when I boss you around in the bedroom. So right now… It's all about me."
I can’t wait to see where this is going. This is different. Knox always puts me first.
He runs his hands and mouth around my breasts and across my stomach. Just when I think he's about to head south, he takes a detour around my left hip. My fingertips run around the tattoo on his left bicep as my entire body starts to tingle. Every time our bodies are so completely in sync, it proves to me yet again that we belong together.
I gasp as he roughly shoves my thighs apart, burying his tongue inside my pussy. It's a jolt both to feel it so deep and also to feel his lust hovering right on the edge of control.
He licks all over my sensitive skin in patterns that make my nerves dance. Once I'm breathless, he jumps onto the bed, pulling me on top of his solid frame.
His eyes burn as I straddle his thickness, easing my wet pussy slowly down. We both moan as he settles all the way in.
Then Knox grins, licking his thumb. "Hands behind your back, darlin’."
He reaches around, clasping both of my wrists at the small of my back with one huge hand. His thumb settles against my clit but he doesn't move it. "Ride me," he commands.
Instantly, I understand. During my pregnancy, he was extremely gentle, refusing to take me at all past the seven-month mark, using his mouth and hands to satisfy me instead.
After Evie was born, he didn't touch me for a month, then gradually started using his fingers and mouth for a few weeks,ensuring that I was one hundred percent healed before we had sex.
Now enough time has passed, it appears he's ready to be a bit rowdy again. I sure am.
