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But looking at my light-wash jeans, I second-guess every item I’m wearing.
Dom is going to step off that plane in an all-black suit. And next to him, I’ll look like a country bumpkin in my jeans, leather ankle boots, black turtleneck sweater, and my oversized, unbuttoned flannel shirt. My ring and bracelet are the only expensive things on my body.
I close my eyes and inhale slowly.
Last night, I was digging through the boxes I have yet to unpack in our closet, and I came across the suit jacket I kept after my first meeting with Dom. It was no longer bundled up like a baby, and it’s been too long, so it didn’t smell like him anymore, but I still brought it to bed and slept with it like a security blanket.
I miss him.
I picture Dominic.
Not his fancy clothes. Not his aura of intimidation.
I just picture him. The man. My husband.
His short hair that feels so soft under my palm.
His bright blue eyes that see more than I want them to but exactly what I need them to.
His strong body, capable of so much damage but so unwilling to inflict it on me.
I picture him.
And our future together.
The family we could have one day.
I picture him with me. Years from now.
I picture us. And I smile.
Because he’s the future I want. And the future I need.
Grasping the calmness I’ve been searching for since Dominic left, I open my eyes.
And I see him.
He’s striding toward me, the fat snowflakes softening the intensity of his gaze.
And just like that, my body is on fire.
Dom says something to dismiss the men, and they walk away, but my eyes stay on him as he comes around to my door.
He pulls it open. But he doesn’t pull me out. He doesn’t even undo my seat belt. He just climbs into the vehicle. There is nowhere near enough space for his bulk, but he crams in anyway. Covering my body with his. Gripping my neck in one hand. Grabbing my hip with the other. Slamming his lips against mine.
One of his legs is still outside the car, but it feels like he’s touching me everywhere. It feels like he’s inside me.
And then his tongue is there, demanding entrance, and I let him in.
I suck him in and moan for more.
He rocks against my leg, and I can feel his hard length straining for more.
“Dominic,” I gasp.
“Angel.” He kisses me again. “My Valentine.” Another kiss. “Wife.”
My lips smile against his. “Welcome home, Husband.”
