Something inside me snaps.
I kiss her instantly. My hands slide into her hair, and I hold her to me like I’m afraid she’ll disappear again.
She melts against me, and relief crashes through my body so hard it nearly drops me to my knees. My wife has come home, and she’s going to be sleeping in our bed next to me. I won’t screw this up again now that she’s back where she belongs.
I walk her backward slowly until the backs of her legs hit the mattress. She looks up at me with flushed cheeks and swollenlips, and I swear to God I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
I kneel in front of her and slowly slip her heels off one at a time.
Her fingers slide through my hair. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.”
I toss the shoes aside and slide my hands up her calves slowly. “You know what I kept thinking about while you were gone?”
“What?”
“This,” I murmur. “Taking care of you.”
Her breath catches.
I stand and unzip her dress slowly, pushing the material down her shoulders. My gaze drifts over every inch of her bare skin.
“I missed looking at you.”
She shivers under my hands.
I kiss her shoulder gently. “Victor Sterling sends you roses like he knows you.”
Anger flashes through me again, but I force it down.
“He doesn’t know a damn thing about you,” I murmur against her skin. “He doesn’t know you hate roses. He doesn’t know you sleep with one foot outside the blanket or that you steal the covers.”
A laugh escapes her.
I slide my hand beneath her chin and force her gaze to mine. “He’ll never know you like I do.”
Emotion shines in her eyes.
Then she reaches for my tie and slowly loosens it. “Come to bed, Bobby.”
And I swear to God there’s never been a command I’ve wanted to follow more.
No matter how much I try to take control, she doesn’t want to give it, and it’s then I realize she needs this. She needs to be the one in control. So after she helps me out my clothes and pushes me back onto the bed, I lie here and try not to come as her hands and mouth explore my body.
Each time I reach for her, she puts her hand in mine and holds it away from her.
I don’t argue with her because I know we have the next thirty-plus years for me to touch her, and if she needs to lead us right now, I’ll sit back and let her.
When her lips wrap around my engorged cock, my hips jerk.
She smiles around my shaft, and our eyes meet as she bobs up and down on me.
I groan, and my hands pull at the covers below me. She takes me deeper, and before I can stop myself, I’m pumping my hips, trying to go deeper.
She pops off me and finishes undressing as she climbs up my body, straddling me. She’s in full control and wraps her hand around my cock, positioning it at her core.
She slowly impales herself on me, adjusting to the pressure.
