He expelled a frustrated breath. “I am too. Let’s just go home, okay?”
I nodded, turning to face the window to keep from letting him see my hurt. My emotions were volleying. I’d been hormonal for months and I finally knew the reason. I already had his son . . . or daughter growing inside me. But I hoped it was a boy. I was going to tell him after I seduced him and we had a night of no-holds-barred, clothes-ripping sex before our next chapter began.
Plus, what better time to tell him than before he won his second series?
I pushed the anger down as he got us home. In the garage, he sat idle as I gripped the handle to get out.
I glanced his way and saw a distant look in his eyes as a sweet smile budded on his lips. “Remember that time you got pissed at me and tried to walk home?”
I nodded.
“That was the night I knew I was in love with you. I was thinking about it earlier tonight. I loved you because you were bold, mouthy, and had zero fear when it came to taking chances.”
A part of me softened at his attempt to make peace, but the resentful part of me was too angry to do anything more than give him a small smile. The night he was referring to he couldn’t keep his hands off me, which was stark contrast to where we were in that moment.
“It was a good night.”
His expression softened and he slipped his hand around mine. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have blown up on you.” He chuckled. “God, Alice, anal?”
“Let’s just forget it.”
“How long are you going to be mad at me?”
I scoffed and slid from the car.
“That long, huh?” He muttered behind me as we made our way to the garage door.
I turned on him suddenly bumping into his chest and he stilled us both.
“Stay here, okay? Just wait a minute before you come in.”
He frowned down at me. “Why?”
“Because I’m asking nicely.”
“Nope,” he said, letting out a loud breath. “I thought we agreed to table this.”
“Listen, you arrogant ass. I’m long past worrying about your cock, okay? Trust me, I’m far from in the mood at this point. But I did something in there I don’t want you to see. So just give me a minute!”
He raised his hands in defeat. “Fine.”
I turned and rushed through the door to start cleaning up the mess I made before we left. Rafe had waited twenty minutes in the garage for me while I set everything up. I was just about to hit the kitchen counter when I heard him speak up behind me.
“What’s all of this?”
“You said you’d wait.”
“I lied,” he said, his eyes roaming over the counter full of supplies. “What’s going on here?”
“Nothing,” I said, sweeping an arm over the sauce bar I set up and tossing it into a trash bag. I was so looking forward to giving a caramel blow job.
Rafe picked up the bottle and smiled. I snatched it out of his hand, but he just took the bag from me and started rummaging through it.
“And what was this for?” He lifted the spikey cover band and stretched it with his index and pointer finger.
“It’s a tickler. One of the wives had a kink party a few weeks ago, and I got a few things.”
He raised a brow as he started pulling things out of the bag. “A few things?”
“Fine, I bought one of everything,” I said in a huff. “Lots of couples use toys.”
“And what were you planning on doing with this?” He pressed the button on the slim green dildo with an alien head handle, and it began to vibrate.
“It’s an anal probe.”
“Oh,” he said, as he studied it closely.
“And I was going to use it on you,” I added.
His eyes widened.
“I’ve been googling and—”
“That’s never a good thing.” His chuckle didn’t let up as he studied the toy.
“Oh, you can just go to hell.” I snatched the dildo and bag from his hand , but before I could retreat, I was caught by the wrist and brought back to his chest. “What’s going on, Alice?”
“Nothing, I just thought we could have some fun tonight.”
“You were serious back there about . . .”
“You will never know,” I said “I just wanted to experiment a little, it’s healthy.”
He pushed out another breath. “Alice, I didn’t know you went to all this trouble. I really am sorry.”
“I know,” I said softly. “It’s fine. I’m going to take a bath and go to bed.”
Rafe looked at the clock. “It’s only seven.”
“Yeah, but I’m sure you have some things to do, right?”
He shook his head as his eyes did a quick perusal. “You look so beautiful. Did I tell you that?”
“You did,” I said, hating the sound of my voice. It was full of disappointment.
He frowned. “Tell me how to make it up to you?”
“It’s over, you win,” I said, giving him a mustered wink. Inside my heart broke a little.
“Hey,” he said, moving to stand in front of me as I tried to leave him there. He was so tall I had to crane my neck to look up at him. I felt stupid and childish with my bag full of toys and my tantrum. There was absolutely nothing wrong with our life, sexually or otherwise. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but it damn sure wasn’t to guilt my husband the night before one of the biggest games of his career.
“It was a stupid idea.”
“Baby you know I want you every day, right?”
“I know. Rafe, nothing’s wrong, I just thought we could have some fun, and instead I pissed you off.”
He smirked. “You always piss me off.”
I could hear the grandfather clock tick in the hall. Our house was eerily silent without Clover there. For a brief moment, I wondered what our life would be like when our children were grown and the noise was gone. I had to check myself. We would be fine. Of course we would be fine.
He studied my face for a few seconds. “I’m a fucking dick. I should have never agreed to that bullshit. At the very least, I should have talked to you about it first. I’m sorry.”
He slid one strap of my dress down and placed an open-mouthed kiss on my shoulder. I sighed into him, pulling him closer. “I’ve been hard for hours, baby, please put me out of my misery.”
“Really?” I said, pulling out of his reach, my eyes searching his. “I don’t want a pity fuck.”
He took the bag and emptied it onto the island behind me. “Well, I do. Forgive me?”
“Rafe, I feel stupid.”
“Today I’ve imagined you in a hundred different scenarios before you came screaming my name. I’m about to test out half. Let’s get you naked.”
“Rafe, if you don’t want—”
He ripped my dress away from my chest before he bent to take a nipple in his mouth. His groan sent an electric current straight to my clit.
“Rafe,” I moaned, as he went straight to the other nipple while he lifted me to sit on the island. Seconds later, I was spread wide, my feet planted on the large marble top while I writhed below him. He slowly dipped his finger inside me and watched it go in and out before his chocolate stare drifted like fire, licking every inch of bared skin before his eyes met mine.
“You’re sticky wet.” He groaned as he pushed another finger inside and I grappled to hold onto the edge of the counter behind me. I loved it when he stared at my naked flesh like it was the eighth wonder of the world or some mystery he couldn’t solve and didn’t want to. “So tight, so fucking sweet.”
He bent slowly as he fucked me with his fingers, and out tongues met in a fiery kiss. I was soaked by the time he pulled away and audibly aroused. Eagerly, I sat up to free his massive erection and he pressed me back down with his palm. I loved the contrast of his tan skin on my porcelain complexion and the power he held with that act alone.
“Do you want my tongue or my cock?”
“Both,” I answered hoarsely. He reached behind me and grabbed the caramel lube and squeezed the bottle so that only a small amount fell onto my clit before he took a taste from his finger. His thick digits were still tearing into me, and he twisted them as he studied my face for a reaction.
“I’m going to come,” I warned.
He bent over me, his whisper gravel. “Hands, tongue, cock, repeat.”
“Rafe—” I started matching the thrust of his fingers.