birds chirping outside the window and his wife’s head still resting on his chest, her long fingers splayed out near his shoulder. She hadn’t left. She was still there. And that made him so happy.
He leaned his head against her and sighed. He needed her back in his life—for good. He sensed a difference in her. He hadn’t seen the constant pain in her eyes. What he saw was so much better—a whole lot of desire and a little bit of happiness. Was she finally coming around? Would she forgive him? Come back to him?
“You seem deep in thought,” her sexy, sleep-filled voice said, breaking through his thoughts. Her head was turned up, her dark chocolate eyes with those beautiful flecks of gold staring at him.
“Not so deep but definitely good thoughts.”
“Those are always pleasant first thing in the morning,” she said, her long fingers dancing across the top of his chest. “You want to know what’s unpleasant?”
“Hmm?” he asked, simply enjoying her in his arms.
“When nature’s calls and interrupts a moment. I’ll be right back,” she said, hopping out of bed and running to the bathroom.
When she returned to the bedroom, he was struck by how absolutely beautiful her hair looked. The sunlight reflected off its shininess and hypnotized him.
She glided back to the bed, standing by his side, indecision staining her face for a moment before she climbed on top of him and back to her side of the bed.
“Uh, hello?”
“Just getting back to bed.”
“You could have gone around.”
“Too far,” she said with a giggle. He rolled over on top of her, his legs between hers, careful not to put too much of his weight on her.
Speaking of weight, she looked different. Her breasts seemed larger, her cheeks weren’t sunken in. She had been way too skinny. He had a feeling she may have been under one hundred pounds. He knew it was for her movie, but her weight had concerned him. He hadn’t known how to approach her about his concerns over her weight loss and then her lack of weight gain after the movie was complete. Her weight and her appearance were always a sore spot with her and he didn’t really know why. Now, finally, she showed signs of regaining all the weight she had lost. He really liked when she had her curves.
“You look different.”
“What? What do you mean?” she stuttered nervously and her hands fell from his arms. “Have I grown a third eye or something?”
“No, your skin is glowing and you finally gained back some of the weight you lost for the movie, and your hair …” He gathered her hair in his hands like a ponytail then slid his fingers through it. “It’s so damn soft and its color … is there red in your hair?”
“Uh, yeah. There’s always been a little red, but I’ve been covering that up for years now.”
“Why?”
“Been too distracted lately to color it.”
“No, I meant why have you covered up that red? It’s like little streaks of fire in your hair. Like those gold flecks in your eyes.”
Here he was laying between her legs, running his fingers through her hair over and over and he just knew this was a moment—this intimacy between them. Her eyes had not left his. He wanted to kiss her so badly but he didn’t want to break this spell.
“Mia?” came Luke’s voice, doing what Ethan so didn’t want to do—breaking the spell. He didn’t look at Luke, and continued to hold Mia’s eyes captive, willing her to stay with him.
“Go away, Luke. I’m having a moment with my wife,” he said.
“Mia, are you okay?” Luke asked. Of course, Luke didn’t listen to him.
She tried to speak but nothing came out. She cleared her throat. “I’m fine, Luke. Go. Please,” she said, her voice hoarse … and very aroused.
“Okay,” he said, humor in his voice.
“Luke?” she called out and his footsteps stilled. “Caterers will be here at eleven. Take care of that for me. Please?” that last word hitching when Ethan adjusted his position, his cock rubbing between her legs. Luke needed to get the fuck out of there because there wasn’t much between him and her—just his boxers and her now warm and wet panties—and he wanted his dick inside of her now.
“Luke. Go away. Now,” Ethan repeated, intentionally rubbing his hard cock against her. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breathing heavy.
“Okay. Have fun,” Luke laughed, closing the door behind him.
“Mia,” Ethan whispered. “Tell me what you want.”
“Kiss me,” she