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Heath throws his head back and gives a deep belly laugh. “How could I forget that. ‘Hey, she doesn’t have a pee-pee! She’s got two butts!’”

“He wouldn’t stop saying it either. ‘Two butts, two butts, she’s got two butts.’”

“And the entire time Jenna was jumping up and down, giving her best gummy smile.”

“He got her to stop crying.”

“Yeah, he did.” I feel Heath give my arm a subtle squeeze. “He got a good brother award that day, that’s for sure.”

“That was pretty funny. Now when I bring it up, I’m not sure who’s more embarrassed,” I snicker.

I feel the rumble of his chest as he laughs. “What about the time when Charlie got his dirt bike?”

“Oh please, Heath, don’t make me remember that. It was awful.”

“I thought he knew the difference between the brake and the throttle. I didn’t know he would get them confused and run head first into that bush.”

“We’re lucky you thought about a chest protector, or he would have had bruised ribs, that’s for sure.” He rubs his hand up and down my arm, continuing to relax me. “I wonder if that’s the reason he became so cautious with everything in his life. It seems since that incident he would rather take the safe way around things.”

“I’m not sure enlisting in the military is safe.”

“True, but he’s not on the front lines. He’s on base more than he is not,” I counter.

“He’ll be fine, Whitney. He’s a smart kid. He comes from pretty good stalk.”

His hands travel from my arm over my stomach. I should tell him to stop, but it feels too damn good. I haven’t been touched like this in so long that my body’s craving the connection. My eyes fall closed, enjoying the feel of my husband’s hands on my body.

“God, Whit…” He nuzzles into the crook of my neck, saying something against my skin that I can’t quite make out.

I sit up, pulling my body from Heath. When I turn into him to ask what he said, I don’t get the chance because Heath’s lips come crashing down on mine. He snakes one hand around my waist while the other wraps around the nape of my neck, pulling me towards him. His tongue sweeps the seam of my lips, asking for permission, which I gladly give. A moan escapes my throat as I feel his tongue meet mine, and his teeth nip at my lip as he groans. The grip on my waist tightens as he tugs me closer.

He pulls his lips away and rests his forehead on mine. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath. “I need you, Whitney.”

Removing his hand from my waist, he takes my hand in his and places it on his erection. Once he removes his hand from mine, I grip tightly, making him groan again. I realize that I have the control here. That I have the ability to bring this man to his knees, and that’s a power I never realized I had before.

This knowledge turns me on.

I can feel the need pull within my stomach as my breasts become heavy. Sex between us has always been so mechanical, routine and never spontaneous. Never once have we had sex in our backyard, it never crossed my mind, but right now, as my grip becomes tighter, there’s nothing more I want at this moment.

Without another thought, I put my hand on his chest, pushing down against the cushions of the couch. Straddling him, I grab the hem of my dress and pull it from my body. The chill of the winter air hits my heated skin. Leaning over, I kiss up his neck until my lips hit his ear.

“Take me,” I whisper, the words coming out breathy. I pull back, and I’m met with Heath’s searching eyes. He’s looking for the certainty. Once he gets what he’s looking for, he jumps into action.

We’re all teeth and tongues, our hands roaming over our bodies as we devour each other. I pull at his zipper from beneath me, struggling to pull his jeans free from his body. Once his jeans are down his legs, he continues with his boxers while I rid myself of my bra and underwear. As soon as his shirt is free from his body, he grabs me, flipping us around so my back hit the cushion. I feel Heath thrust into me, and my head falls back, a moan ripping from my body.

His hands roam my skin, grabbing at me like he can’t get enough. He pounds into me with so much ferocity. I feel his hand grip my neck and my eyes snap open. When my gaze fixes on my husband, I see nothing but lust and yearning alive in his warm chocolate eyes. My gaze drops between our bodies, and I watch with fascination as his cock slides in and out, glistening by the flickering flames of the fire.

“Fuck, Whit. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growls.

Before I know it, my climax hits me full force. My body comes forward, causing him to drill deeper. “Heath!” I cry as I feel my pussy grip his dick, convulsing in pleasure.

“Fuck, baby…” He grunts as he comes inside of me, pinning me in place as his orgasm rolls through his body. As his spasms lessen, so does the grip he has on my neck. He moves his hand back to the nape of my neck, pulling my lips to his, but he doesn’t stop there as he continues to pull me onto his lap, his now flaccid dick slipping out. His arms wrap around my body, holding me like he’s afraid that I’m going to leave.

“Heath,” I say, trying to pull my body from his. “I need to clean up.”

His grip loosens around my body. “Sorry.” He hands me the blanket to wrap around my body.

“I’ll just be a minute.” I kiss his cheek before I gather my clothes and pad into the house.