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6 No Matter Where You Are
Eva
He picksme up like I weigh as little as I did in high school. His muscles tremble with self-control as he lays me gently on the bed instead of throwing me like the look in his eyes suggests he really wants to.
“Will your mind be only here with me if I check on Robbie first?” There’s no accusation in his tone, no jealousy. Only soft understanding.
And maybe a hint of paranoia after that one time we thought our son was sound asleep, only for him to sneak in while we were mid-coitus. I’ve always known my husband has a sharp mind. It’s part of what makes him one of the best quarterbacks in the league. I didn’t know how quickly he really thinks on his feet until he spun a fantastical tale about my magic laundry detergent I sometimes prank him with that creates invisible underwear. He was tickling me in retaliation.
I laugh at the memory. “Yes. Go check on him then come back and lock the door.”
“I don’t think he’s going to fall for the same story twice. Give me that.” He tugs at the towel from beneath me while I rock like a turtle on my back to help him free it from my body.
Oh, so sexy.
When he wraps the towel around his waist, it’s like the fabric truly does transform into something magical. The terry cloth doesn’t hide his bulging erection in the slightest. In fact, the edge he tucks at his waist creates a seam that hints at the prize just beyond visibility. With his defined muscles still damp with bath water, he takes my breath away.
This gorgeous man is all mine.
“You’d better hope he’s asleep,” I warn, practically drooling all over myself.
“I’d better hope you still have that much lust in your eyes by the time I get back.”
After a quick peck to my lips, he hightails it out of the room.
I don’t blame Rob for wanting to hurry because he’s right. The sharp desire he kindled in me is quickly being snuffed out by irritation. I can’t get comfortable. The more I toss and turn, the faster I lose hope to find a sexy position to be found in when he returns.
I smoosh my face into a pillow and give up.
“Oh, no, no, no,” Rob chuckles when he walks back into our bedroom. “You can’t fall asleep until you eat something.”
“Okay,” I mumble into the pillow. “Feed me some dick.”
“Now, honey,” he says in a placating tone before his warmth envelops my back as he kisses his way up my spine. “You know semen gives you heartburn. I was thinking maybe at least a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”
“PB & J gives me heartburn, too. I’ll take my chances with dick.”
His laughter rumbles through me as he lays at my side. “Mmm, you make that proposition sound so enthusiastic, I might just have to take you up on that.”
“Great.” I roll over, sprawled like a swollen starfish diagonally across the bed and open my mouth as wide as I can.
His grinning face—not his ready cock—pops into my field of view. “How about a compromise?”
“How do you make the word compromise sound like it means a trick?”
“No tricks,” he insists. Not that he’s believable when he’s still wearing that shit-eating grin. “You’re right. It’s too late for you to eat something substantial. You’ll just be up half the night with heartburn. So, if I bring you a smoothie, then you don’t give me a blow job. Sound good?”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Sure. For me. What’s in it for you?”
“I get to make sure my wife and unborn baby have adequate nourishment. And you won’t keep me awake half the night with your heartburn.”
“Fine,” I outwardly sigh even though I’m giving myself a mental high five. I pulled off making Rob feel needed after all.
He slides on a pair of boxer briefs instead of heading to the kitchen in nothing but a towel. Naked or not, it’s an absolute crime not to stare at the man’s tight ass when he’s heading out the door.
I hate to see him go, but I love to watch him leave.
As uncomfortable as the last stage of pregnancy is, I’m looking forward to sharing it with him. He’s so excited to be home full time around this birth, and I’m genuinely happy he’ll be here, too. Needing him might be an act sometimes but wanting him never is.
