“Are you prepared for what happens when she walks away? When you can’t give her what she needs?”
It would have to be enough, because he would never let her go.
Alex waited until after Cami left, then went in search of his wife.
He found her exactly where he wanted her—reclined on their bed, hair damp from a bath, wrapped in nothing but a robe tied at the waist. The neckline dipped just enough to tease him with the curve of her collarbone, her bare thighs stretched out, legs crossed at the ankles.
Her gaze flicked up as he walked in. “Did you find your dinner?”
Alex placed the baby monitor on the dresser, without breaking eye contact, and sat beside her. His hands went to her leg, his thumb pressing into the soft skin of her ankle, dragging upward. “I did. Thank you.”
“You sound weird,” she said, and then purred as he kneaded her calf.
“How are you feeling?”
Her head rested against the pillow, and she let out a slow exhale. “Good. Cami wore Jax out, and he’s already asleep.”
“Excellent.” His lips quirked up.
His touch skimmed higher, slipping past the silky skin behind her knee and around to graze the inside of her thigh.
Her breath hitched. The fabric of her robe parted slightly, and Alex traced the curve of her thigh with slow deliberation. Her skin was so soft beneath his touch, still warm from her bath.
“Are you seducing me, Mr. Kovalyov?” Her voice was teasing, but there was a breathless hint to it that sent heat rushing through his veins.
Alex ignored the comment, gripping her thigh and spreading her legs just enough to make her pulse jump in her throat.
He leaned in, lips brushing the inside of her knee, then higher. Taking his time, he pressed open-mouthed kisses up her thigh, his fingers working the tie of her robe.
“Alex?” She sighed and arched her back, making the robe slip further.
The silk parted, revealing the smooth skin between her breasts. Alex dragged his knuckles down the slope of one, watching her shiver. His thumb circled over her nipple, and her full lips parted with a sigh. He was painfully hard, but he was determined to coax every ounce of pleasure from her body.
With her cheeks lightly flushed and her beautiful hair haloed on the pillow, she looked like an angel.
She would have to be, to love me.
His mouth hovered just above her stomach as he murmured, “Turn over.”
Madison blinked at him, her pupils wide, eyes sparkling. “My massage isn’t over?”
“Not even close.”
Her lips lifted, but he heard the lust thick in her voice when she muttered, “Don’t have to tell me twice.”
Madison rolled onto her stomach, letting the robe slip from her shoulders before tossing it aside. Her back was flawless, the dip of her spine leading to the curve of her full ass. Her legs parted slightly as she adjusted, and Alex clenched his muscles as a bolt of need flashed through him at the sight of the glistening skin at the juncture of her thighs.
Forcing himself to go slow, to build her anticipation, he pressed his thumbs into the muscles between her shoulder blades, his touch firm as he kneaded down the length of her back. At first, she sighed, melting into the mattress, but as hishands roamed lower, dragging his thumbs over the dimples at the base of her spine, she began to move restlessly.
He kissed her shoulder. Then lower, trailing slow soft kisses down her spine as she mewled and squirmed beneath him. When his teeth sank lightly into the soft flesh of her ass, she gasped.
Alex smirked against her skin before dragging his tongue over the sting, soothing the bite.
Madison trembled, her fingers gripping the sheets. “Please, Alex.”
Her breathy plea was almost too much for him. Shifting her legs apart, he dragged a single fingertip through her slick folds. A sharp moan punched from her throat, and she lifted her hips, silently asking for more.
He rotated his hand to cup her and pressed his thumb inside while the heel of his palm ground against her clit. White hot heat spilled through his blood when she cried out, pressing against him, searching for the pressure she needed.