I run my eyes over every inch of his face before dropping my gaze to his chest where his T-shirt clings to his muscles. This shirt used to be white. It’s now all shades of brown.
Lifting my eyes back to his, I say, “The next time you run a mission like this, don’t wear white.”
His eyes crinkle. “Run a mission?”
“Yes.”
More eye crinkling. “Got it. No white.”
“Good. I’m glad we’re in agreement over that.” I hold out my hand. “Now, give me your shirt so I can soak it.”
He lifts his shirt over his head and hands it to me. “Are we also in agreement over the fact I need a shower now? Or have you got something else you wanna boss me into first?”
My free hand is instantly to his body, grasping his hip while I move into him. “I’ve been worried about you all day, Scott. It’s been storming on and off. You’ve been out in it. You’ve been onthe roads driving to the tip. I know people needed your help, but I hate that you had to do that in unsafe conditions.”
He puts one arm around my waist and brings me all the way in while curving his other hand around the back of my neck to take hold of it. His eyes flash with love and concern while they search mine. Then, he bends his face and kisses me. Slowly and deeply. I feel his love and concern in the kiss. He ends it just as slowly and finds my eyes again. “It was a fuck of a day and I’m glad it’s over. I’m sorry you were worried, but you know I won’t ever put myself in danger.”
I arch both my brows at that. I mean, the man lives for putting himself in danger.
A smile teases his lips. “Let me rephrase that. I won’t put myself in danger in a storm.”
I keep my brows arched as I say, “Care to rephrase that again? Maybe to, oh, I don’t know, ‘I won’t put myself in danger while I’m sleeping.’”
That smile of his makes its way across his entire face. “This is why I need you in my life.”
“Why? Because I’m the only person who calls you on all your bullshit and stops you from believing the lies you tell yourself?”
“Yeah, baby, that.” He brushes his lips over mine again, taking another kiss, before smacking me on my ass and saying, “I want you in the shower with me.”
“I have a T-shirt to soak. And you’re way too exhausted for whatever you think you want to do to me in that shower.”
“Are you calling me an old man?”
“Well, you are forty-five, so there is that.”
“And we both know I could go all fuckin’ night while you’d be the one begging for me to stop so you could sleep.”
I open my mouth to argue that, but before I see it coming, Scott’s got me over his shoulder and is striding towards our bathroom.
When we reach his destination, he puts me down and lifts his chin at me. “Take your clothes off and get in the shower.”
I can’t deny how much his bossiness turns me on. It always has. However, I have things to do. I hold up his shirt that is still in my hands. “I have to soak this.”
Scott takes the shirt and places it on the vanity. “It can wait.”
“Scott—“
He invades my space and reaches for the hem of my T-shirt. “Harlow.” My name on his lips is a growl and it gets all my attention. “I want your clothes off. I want you in that shower. And I want your mouth around my dick.” He’s got my shirt off fast and then my bra, shorts and underwear. And the way his eyes are then all over my body iseverything.
I reach for his shorts and strip them and his underwear from him. His growl of approval as I wrap my hand around his dick turns me on more than I already am and has me crushing my mouth to his so I can show him with a kiss how much I love that growl.
Kissing Scott is maybe my favourite part of sex. I crave connecting with him in this way because this is Scott being completely vulnerable with me. This is him sharing his feelings with me. This is him saying, “Here I am. Know every part of me. Take every part of me. I am yours.” And it’s me saying all of that back to him.
Scott knows what a kiss means to me and always gives me however long I want with each one we share. Today is no different. Even though I can tell he just wants to be inside me right now, he gives me every second I need.
When I finally pull my lips from his, he takes charge and backs me up against the wall before dropping to his knees and putting his mouth to my pussy. I arch my back, grip his hair, and thank the Universe for giving me a husband who would love to spend every hour of his day doing this.
He sucks and licks and devotes himself to my clit until I don’t even remember what day it is, what hour it is, what minute it is. When I start moaning his name, he pushes two fingers inside me and finds my G-spot. After all these years together, he knows exactly what I need. By the time I come, my legs can barely hold me up. But that doesn’t matter because Scott’s back on his feet fast and lifting me into his arms.
