Emery
Hayes pauses in thedoorway to our room, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Is she asleep?” I ask, my skin tingling as he sweeps my bare legs with his gaze.
I’ve yet to climb under the covers, knowing that even though Charlie is finally asleep, Hayes is nowhere near done with me tonight. He’s been teasing me all evening. If he doesn’t do something about it, I might combust.
“Out like a light. She didn’t even stir when I set her down.” He wets his lips, and I press my thighs tighter.
“Are you going to come to bed now?” I ask, impatient as ever, when he’s still standing in the doorway watching me.
“In a second.” He tips his chin. “I want to see you strip first. Then, maybe I’ll give you a little present.”
“A present, huh?” My eyebrow hitches.
“Clothes. Off. Now.” Each word is punctuated, and my belly swirls.
“Yes, sir.”
I can’t help but smile when my tease earns me a growl.
Lifting my hips, I hook my thumbs into the band of my shorts, stripping them off with my underwear. It’s unceremonious, and yet, Hayes watches me like nothing in the world could tear his gaze from me. When I peel off my shirt next, he scans my bare skin head to toe.
I sink back against the pillows, stretching out my legs. “Happy now?”
Hayes smirks, lifting off the doorframe. “Almost.”
His steps are predatory as he walks toward me. His eyes devour every inch.
When he reaches the base of the bed, he strips off his shirt in one sweep, stealing my breath. There should be studies done on this man’s body. It’s absolute perfection. Carved muscle. Tattoos flexing with his every movement. I can’t tear my eyes off him.
“Spread your knees.” His command comes when I press my thighs tighter at the sight of him. “I want to see how much my wife wants me.”
Even nerves couldn’t stop me from obeying. I’m a puppet at his mercy when he watches me like this. My knees tip open, and his tongue drags across his lower lip like he’s starving.
“Change of plans. First—” Hayes doesn’t bother finishing that sentence.
He grabs me by the ankles and tugs me down the bed until my feet meet the floor. Dropping to his knees, hispalms find my thighs, widening them a moment before his mouth lands on my clit.
A shock wave rocks my system.
Stars burst in the night.
My back arches, the sheet bunches between my fingers, and all that holds me in place is my husband. His palm flattens on my stomach, pinning me to the bed as he ravages me.
If this is what it’s like to combust, I hope I’m never put back together. Hayes moves lower, fucking me with his tongue. All while his green eyes watch my body move in waves with pleasure.
Self-consciousness sweeps away.
A needy surge crests in my core, and I ignore that his fingers clench over my faint stretch marks, or that my body is a little softer than it was the first time we did this. My husband kneels before my bare body, and he worships me like there’s nothing greater.
It’s a shot of adrenaline.
Of confidence.
I thread my fingers in his thick blond hair and grind myself on his face with every greedy sweep of his tongue. His thick shoulders flex as he controls my legs, rocking my hips up and down on the bed.
It’s a sight to memorize.
