By habit she lifted her spoon to his mouth. With his eyes glued to hers, he opened his mouth and let her feed him the bite. The simple act of sharing her ice cream had aroused her, lit a fire in her dark eyes. Her gaze lowered to his lips and with each second they stayed there, his cock grew harder and harder.
“Thank you, suga,” he spoke and took a step back.
“Ethan?” she called out quietly. “You have some ice cream on your …”
“Where?” he interrupted her, his gaze once again locked on her eyes.
She held out her hand in the air for a moment, hesitating before finally wiping it off with her thumb. “Here,” she said, the soft pad of her thumb brushing against his lower lip. He couldn’t stop himself. His tongue reached out and kissed the pad of her thumb, licking the ice cream off. Her eyes shot open in surprise before glazing over. His wife liked that move—a lot.
Luke cleared his throat. “Young underage girl in the room,” he pointed out, trying to cover his daughter’s eyes while Kaitlyn giggled.
Mia looked up, dazed, those chocolate eyes of hers filled with longing. Ethan really wanted to continue this. Their little interaction had aroused him quite nicely and there was no way he could hide that if he was to turn around right then. Leaning forward, he whispered to her. “You need to get off the counter now and stand in front of me.”
Quirking her head to the side, she thought about what he’d said and after a moment, the little devil smirked at him. She placed her bowl in the sink and hopped off the counter and finally stood where he could turn around.
The group of them chatted for a bit, Ethan’s eyes not leaving his wife. He wanted her and hoped she wanted the same thing.
After a few minutes of talking, Mia glanced over at him and announced she was exhausted, then reminded them all that the party started at noon, before she wished them all a good night. At the stairs, she turned back, caught his eyes, and then looked up the stairs. His invitation. She smiled and left the room. He knew where he was sleeping tonight.
“Not even going to pretend, Luke. Sorry. Going with my wife,” he said, racing after Mia. He caught up to her on the stairs to the third floor and walked by her side until they reached the landing.
“Where do you want me to stay tonight, Mia?”
At the door to their master suite, she faced him and grasped his hand, leading him into the bedroom. Once inside, she closed the door and expectantly stood in front of him.
He knew she wanted him and he felt the same, but then a cute yawn escaped from her sexy, pouty mouth.
“Get in bed. You’re exhausted.”
When she frowned at him, he knew he was right.
“Don’t go.”
“I won’t,” he replied, leading her to the bed. “Get undressed and go to sleep.”
She started to do as he said, removing one arm from a strap, but then stopped. “I still want to, Ethan.”
“So do I, but not now. You need sleep. It’s late.”
“Never stopped us before.”
“Yes, but you have never performed a concert in over one hundred degree heat. You were exhausted before the halfway point.”
“It was brutal,” she admitted, sitting down on the bed.
“Allie thought you were going to faint a time or two,” he told her. He had too, but she’d pushed through and probably performed one of the best concerts he’d ever seen. She was magnificent.
Sitting on the bed, she didn’t make a move to remove her clothes. This was exhaustion. He took off his shirt and shorts and then went to take care of his wife.
“Lift your arms, Mia,” he ordered, reaching down to the hem of her short dress and pulling it up and over her head, her arms raised for him. He lightly pushed her back, leaving her in her matching aqua underwear and bra. He joined her on the bed and pulled her into his arms. She went willingly, her head finding its normal spot on his shoulder, her hand on the center of his chest. Then the sweetest, most content sigh passed her lips.
“Go to sleep, suga,” he said, kissing her head.
“Okay,” came her reply. He smiled. Three weeks since he’d held her in his arms like this. He was happy with this. Very happy indeed.