I don’t waste any more time, pulling out of their drive. They wouldn’t have noticed my saying goodbye anyway.
It doesn’t take me long to get home, and just like Axel, my man is standing front and center waiting for me. He must have been pacing the damn front windows, waiting for my car before taking his place in the doorway.
I swear, these men.
I smile sweetly and give him a little wave.
His scowl deepens.
I blow him a kiss.
His eyes narrow.
Shaking my head at my husband’s impossible ways, I climb out of the car, mindful to the area that pulls slightly with my movements. The small bite of tenderness reminds me that my little detour from our date night is about to be worth every second.
“Hello, Gregory.”
He doesn’t even flinch when I walk up to him and stand on the step under the one he’s throwing his man fit on.
“Babe, did you forget we had plans? Or did you just think I wouldn’t worry when all I hear from you all day is ‘I’m busy. I’ll be home late. Don’t wake up.’ Because I’m not really sure why our boy is spending the night out with Maddox for me to sit here by my damn self all night.” His low gruff rumble rolls over my body, starting the slow burn before the blaze. It’s been like this since the first day I met him. His voice could set my panties on fire.
“Did you really think I would leave you home all alone tonight, my Beast?”
He grumbles, shaking his head before moving so I can walk past him.
I know he’s going to follow me, so I make my way to our bedroom, my steps lazy but my heart thundering in my chest.
I hear the sounds of him locking up the house and setting the alarm echo around me before I hear his booted steps getting closer to where I’m waiting. Each step causes me to heat up a little more, my pulse hammering and my blood flowing a little quicker. I swear I can feel my clit pulsing in tune with each one of those damn steps.
By the time he walks into the room, every inch of my body is craving his touch. His beautiful blue eyes darken instantly when he takes one look at me. I’m sure I look as flushed and as turned on as I feel.
“I can smell how bad you want me, Beauty,” he whispers.
“Are you going to do anything about it, Beast, or just stand there?”
His low growl is the only warning I get before he prowls forward, hooking me under the arms and lifting me up his body. His lips feel like heaven against my own, our tongues mating with practiced rhythm. I feel his hands hit my ass, squeezing and kneading, and his large erection is pressing against my soaked center. If we didn’t have a few layers of clothing separating us, I know he would be inside me by now.
My back hits the wall and he grinds his cock into my pussy, making me moan with pleasure. God, he feels so damn good.
“All night, Melissa. I’ve been waiting here for you all night. There no little eyes around waiting to catch us every damn time I’m craving sinking deep into your body, but you still aren’t here. I’ve sat here waiting for you, baby, waiting to take you hard enough that you’re screaming the walls down.”
I moan louder with his words, wetness soaking my panties.
He rolls his hips harder against me, one hand coming off my ass and slowly running up my side as he kisses his way down my neck.
The second he takes my breast into his hand, I whimper. He pulls back, giving me a look of confusion.
“Melissa?” he questions.
I just smile shyly, my earlier bravado leaving my quickly now that I’m faced with the big unveiling.
“Is there a reason your tit hurts?”
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“And that would be what?” His brow furrows as he pulls his hips back to help me find my footing.
Once my feet are firmly on the ground, he doesn’t waste a second. His hands go to my shirt, pulling it swiftly over my head. I take a deep breath and help him remove the one thing standing between him and his surprise.
With the shirt still halfway over my head, I hear him. His sharp hiss and stilled movements are all I need to know he’s looking right where I want him to.
Since he clearly isn’t going to finish removing my shirt, I pull it the rest of the way off before dropping my arms and taking in his handsome face. Waiting for some clue as to what is going through his mind right now.
When I finished my tattoo I had to forgo my bra. Because of the placement, I wanted to keep the underwire off, so when I lifted my arms to remove my shirt and my chest lifted higher, I know he had a clear view of the five letters beautifully placed right under the curve of my left breast.
BEAST.
I couldn’t think of a better way to brand myself with my man than that. And I have a feeling that, when his shock wears off, I’m going to enjoy when he lets his beast come out to play.