I took four steps into the kitchen and turned.
He stopped two steps from me and ordered, “Stay there, don’t move.”
I nodded again and he moved, I saw him scan the first floor then heard his feet as he moved through the two floors above us.
Then he came back, again stopped two steps from me and held my eyes.
“Are you okay, baby?” I whispered, doing my own scan, seeing nothing, reading nothing, he was blank.
“Two and a half weeks,” he replied.
“What?” I asked.
“That piece of shit has had two and a half weeks, tastin’ my nightmare.”
My breath stuck in my throat.
Suddenly, he smiled his beautiful smile and whispered, “That felt good.”
My breath forced through in a rush and I whispered back, “I bet it did.”
Then I smiled back.
Then his expression changed and at what it changed to, my nipples got hard.
“My mama owes me some *,” he said softly.
That was when wet rushed between my legs.
My husband held my eyes a second, two, three, then, I had no idea why, perhaps it was the intensity pulsing off him, I whirled and ran on my high heels to the stairs.
He caught me almost all the way up the first flight and I thought he’d lift me up and carry me to our bed but he didn’t. He turned me, planted my ass on a stair, my panties were gone in a whoosh then his big body was on me, his mouth on mine, his tongue in my mouth.
I circled him with all four limbs.
Then my skirt was up to my ribs, my legs were over his shoulders and his mouth between my legs. My man was hungry, having waited a long time for his celebration feast, he was going to enjoy it.
Lucky for me, I got to too.
And I did, it was the hardest, longest, most intense orgasm he’d ever given me, which was to say, I ever had, and he’d given me some hard, long, intense, brilliant ones.
It was so good, he had an arm around my hips lifting me up, his other hand in the step for leverage and I was taking his cock before I’d come down and knew it was happening.
He alternately assaulted my mouth with his or his lips brushed mine as he held my eyes while he thrust deep inside me and I held on, limbs tight, lifting my hips with every drive in order to give him more.
Then, suddenly, we were up, still connected, he moved up the last steps but planted me on the floor in the hallway, his hips moving faster, harder, his cock going deeper as I watched his eyes burn, felt our quick breaths mix, my legs locking him to me, my hands wandering under his tee on his hot skin.
I felt him, I loved every inch of him on me and in me but his eyes held me enthralled.
“Love you, Ty,” I breathed, staring into his eyes. “Every inch of you, baby, everything that is you.”
He didn’t speak; he rarely did when he was inside me or just having sex with me. He just thrust harder, each now coming with a grunt, his eyes hotter, with desire but it was more, in those beautiful eyes, shining clear was not only the triumph he was sharing with me but also all that he felt for me.
And they were locked to mine, giving me something precious.
Then I lost them as his head jerked back when he came then almost instantly fell forward and his face disappeared in my neck.
And I knew he’d come hard too.
But that was only part of the reason I held him close and tight in all four limbs.
And we would guess though never know for sure but that was when my husband planted our daughter inside of me.
Chapter Twenty
Sunshine
Two days later…
It was ten thirty when it happened.
I was in the salon and it was Tuesday. My Monday had been busy acquiring blank DVDs, burning a shitload of them and driving around distributing sick-ass sex tapes to Ty’s lawyer and our friends and expressing one to Angel.
In doing this, I got to meet Nina’s husband and Ty’s friend, Holden “Max” Maxwell, a tall, built, seriously hot mountain man with a great smile and a weirdly protective but definitely sweet and attentively affectionate manner around his wife and, upon meeting him, being around the two of them together for ten minutes and with all my recent experience, I mentally kicked myself for not moving to Colorado years ago.
But the day had gone by without incident which was good. We’d had enough the day before. We could use a slow day in our ongoing drama.