Blankets shoved to the floor.
Water ran from a faucet in the bathroom, and my heart skipped an anxious beat.
Shea.
In four steps, I cleared the bedroom floor and nudged open the bathroom door.
My chest tightened, need and love and devotion washing me through.
She stood in front of the dressing table mirror with her back to me.
One glimpse and every inch of me grew hard.
My wife.
Still couldn’t believe it.
That same silky white sheet was tucked under her arms. It dipped down low enough on her back to reveal that delectable expanse of creamy skin, draping the rest of the way down to pool like liquid ivory on the floor. Waves of blonde spilled and spilled, those locks falling free over her delicate bare shoulders and framing her face, just begging for my hands to get wrapped up in it.
Fucking gorgeous.
Shake the earth kind of gorgeous.
Outshine the stars kind of gorgeous.
Yeah, that kind of gorgeous.
And. She. Was. Mine.
Caramel eyes flew up to meet my gaze when she caught my reflection in the mirror. Slowly I advanced. Her storm gathered strength. All that dark and light and life crashed over me. Like this girl was surrounded by electricity, a current sparking in the air.
Second I’d seen her, there was no doubt in my mind she held the power to turn my world upside down.
Should have known better.
She’d shattered it.
Redefined who I was and who I wanted to be.
Stripped me of all control and left me bare.
Found a way to seep through those cracks inside my scarred heart and somehow made it whole.
“There you are.” Her voice was rough with sated satisfaction, still groggy from sleep.
My footsteps echoed across the floor as I edged up behind her. My hands went to her flat belly then roamed over the soft curve of her hips, traipsing right back again, the silky fabric the only barrier as I tugged all her soft against my hard.
“Did you miss me?” I mumbled at her ear.
Tongue darting out to wet that lush bottom lip, she released a tiny moan into the thick tension holding us captive in this room, that invisible tether that tied us together once again drawing taut.
“Always. I woke up to an empty bed and thought maybe you’d gotten cold feet.”
One side of her mouth curled with the tease, and a low chuckle rolled from me as I nuzzled along the slope of her neck.
Running my nose from her ear to the cap of her shoulder, I whispered my truth. “Never.”
Longing searched for a way out, intense and visceral. Something instinctual. A harsh breath pushed from my lungs, and I took a step back and toed off my shoes. Intent becoming clear.
Shea’s stare was just as heavy as mine as we watched each other through the mirror, like she fed from my every move, little earthquakes vibrating through her as that energy collected like a palpable mass.
Suffocating.
Reaching up to my collar, I dragged my tee over my head and tossed it to the floor, took another step back as I ticked through the buttons of my jeans. Shea’s attention tracked the movement. My pulse volatile and wild.
I shrugged off my jeans and my underwear. Baring myself. My cock, eager as ever, sprang free of its confines, at the ready and beggin’ for more, more, more.
Wasn’t ever gonna get enough.
Desire swirled through her eyes as they traced across my skin like she would give anything to consume me. To sink inside and disappear.
But I didn’t think she had the first clue the way she possessed me.
That she was already there.
“Turn around,” I ordered, words scraping like a lash from my throat.
So slowly she spun to face me, anticipation thick, and I knew she was waiting for me to strike. To take and take and take.
But, no. Instead, I climbed down onto both knees and knelt at her feet.
Figured one just wouldn’t do.
Not for Shea.
Not for my wife.
I was going to give it all.
A halo of light shone around her, hair lit up like white fire, my girl wrapped loosely in that silky sheet.