Page 103 of To Tango, with Desire

I had a light day of clients on Friday. I would book off the rest of the afternoon and plan a surprise for Zane. He’d been pampering me of late, and I wanted to return the favor. I had no idea if it would work, but I had to try.

I texted him to make sure he booked us in on Friday night.

It would be a date night he would never forget.

ZANE

I was aching for her. I’d been that way most of the day, fighting off the X-rated images that kept me distracted from my job.

But all I could think about was Amira. I seemed to want her even more than what was reasonable. Was that possible? And what was more, she had a date night planned tonight, which she was keeping very secret.

I wasn’t used to surprises. Hell, I wasn’t used to feeling like my heart would burst every time I saw my wife. I didn’t know what to do with these emotions, so I didn’t think about it. I couldn’t. Because every time I did, I found myself unable to breathe. I couldn’t seem to focus.

I’d been consumed by sex. That was all. Amira was an enthusiastic lover; eager, energetic, and up for anything, so it was natural that I was smitten. I was getting fucked thoroughly by my hot wife, living the goddamn dream.

I couldn’t be in love with her.

I didn’t do love. I didn’t even know how to love someone else.

It was lust. I lusted after my wife, and that pitter-patter I felt in my heart wasn’t the big L. I cared for her. Pure and simple. I wanted the best for her. That was normal. But I sure as hell didn’t love her.

I focused on all the ways I would make her scream. The desire I felt for Amira was always there, a humming, throbbing ache that made me feel like a teenager again.

God, the things I would do to her. I felt the welcome tightening in my groin.

By the time I parked, I was more than ready to slide into her and hear her moan. All the drama, all the stress of this week faded away.

“Amira!” I hollered, taking the stairs two at a time. She wasn’t there.

She’d told me what time to be home by, and I glanced at my watch. Right on time. Maybe she’d stepped out?

No, I knew that wasn’t true. I could feel her.

I checked the library, the gym. Then I paused, hearing noises.

“Amira!” I called out, then was relieved when I walked into the kitchen to see her stirring something in a bowl.

The smells coming from the oven were just as tempting as she was.

I stopped short in the doorway. “You cooked?”

She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. That megawatt grin left me momentarily stunned. “Surprise! Thought I’d make something for our date night, rather than have your amazing chef come in.”

“Smells divine.” I wrapped my arms around her waist, breathing in her scent.

“I’m making a—”

“I meant you.” I whipped her around, smothering her squeal of delight with a kiss. One that smoldered and burned.

“By the way, I approve of this scandalously short skirt.” I slid my hands between her thighs, stroking her through her underwear. “I want you.”

“Now?” she squeaked as I nuzzled her neck.

She wrapped her arms around me, and everything seemed to fall back into place.

“This instant.”

Reaching around, I turned off the burners then kissed her again. Needing to devour, I trailed my mouth down the column of her throat, to the flowing silk top she wore over her skirt. Her hair was bundled up in a messy bun and her face was naked, without a scrap of makeup. I’d never been so turned on in my life.