Page 81 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

“Madison? Poppet, what’s wrong?” Matt came out of his office, face drawn with worry. “What are you doing home so early?”

I stood there, silent and needing a minute to calm down. Matt hurried over to me and bent his head to kiss my mouth. When I didn’t react he leaned back, grey eyes searching my features intently.

“What am I doing home? What are you doing home?” I croaked out hoarsely. “At this time? I left the SUV running, almost broke my neck running up the steps-”

Matt started to chuckle while wrapping his arms around my waist. I found nothing funny about this turn of events.

“Stop laughing, Matt. This shit isn’t funny. I thought something was wrong.”

He laughed even harder and a frown graced my lips.

“Oh, poppet. You do make me laugh.” Still chuckling, he bent his head to kiss me again but I twisted away. Huh. Did he think a little kiss would make up for my scare?

“It’s not funny, Matt. You’re never home this early. When I saw your car I thought something had happened.”

His hands slid down to cup my ass and he jerked me closer before explaining his unexpected presence. “I left the office early because I wanted to be here when you got home. After our conversation this morning I figured you would be in a less than chipper mood and I wanted to make you dinner. I hadn’t planned on you coming home early so unfortunately nothing’s prepared.”

“Oh.” My frown was replaced by a sweet smile. My husband rocked.

Matt arched an eyebrow at me. “Oh? Is that all you have to say?”

“Next time give me a heads up.” I chastised as my fingers curled around the open edges of his shirt and tugged him closer. “I’m not used to you being home this early.” My mouth was ready for some loving but it seemed Matt’s lips were otherwise occupied with scowling. “What?” I asked, mentally groaning at his expression.

“Don’t you think it’s alarming that we’re both surprised at being home together at this time? It feels like we hardly spend any quality time together and we’ve only been married for a little over two months. That’s bollocks, poppet, and it has to change.”

I rolled my eyes and tugged harder on his shirt. “That’s what I’ve been saying, hon. Give me a proper smooch now before I go outside to turn off my baby.”

He did give me a proper kiss, one that left me breathless and aching for more. When we pulled apart he winked at me and tapped my ass lightly then said, “Don’t be long. I’ll run us a nice, relaxing bath and you can tell me about your day.”

I nodded and went to do as told. When I got back inside, my mind was on all the things we could do in the tub. Matt must have done his mind reading trick because he walked out the kitchen with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Planning on getting me drunk?” I teased as we fell into step together.

“Maybe,” he replied with a wicked grin. “I’ve noticed how uninhibited you act when under the influence of alcohol. That works to my advantage.”

I noticed him sneaking peeks at my ass and I immediately went on guard. “I said no, Matt. Not now, not ever. When I get to the pearly gates, my ass will be pure.”

He shrugged and quickened his pace towards the stairs. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, poppet.”

It was my turn to sneak glances at his butt, and oh what an impressive butt it was. By the time we were naked in the tub I was ready to risk a water injury in return for orgasmic bliss. Matt was having none of it. He handed me a glass of red wine then proceeded to rub my feet under the water. The tub was large enough that we didn’t have to sit at opposite ends for him to do so. Heck, you could easily fit four people in the tub.

“And she said I had turned into a spiteful person who had forgotten what it was to be a normal person with problems.”

I was on my second glass of wine and Matt had finished my feet and worked his way up to my thighs. He was taking his time while he listened patiently as I recounted my day, only offering murmurs of sympathy interspersed with soft kisses.

“Normal,” I continued to rant. “What’s normal these days? I’m a normal person.”

“You’re not normal, poppet.” Matt finally spoke up. His skin was a nice shade of pink from the heat swirling around us. “You’re extraordinary and she doesn’t sound like a nice person at all. Youshould be thankful she’s no longer in your employment.”

I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the rolled up towel. “I feel bad though.”

“Don’t.” Matt replied as his fingers crept over my inner thighs. He pushed them apart gently and moved in closer.

“Do you think I’ve changed?” My eyes stayed closed.

“People change all the time. Some for the better, others maybe not. Look at me for instance.”

I popped one eye open, taking a sip from my glass. The heat coupled with the wine was having a nice effect on me. Matt’s hands running over my skin was the icing on top.

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