He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.
“Jesus, wifey. You are quite the sexy student. I came so hard my vision is spotty.”
“You should get that checked out,” I teased, lifting up and grinning.
“Good thing my sex kitten wife is a doctor.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Cole
“You won’t believe what happened today,” Willa said, breezing into the kitchen in her sensible blouse and hauling her massive tote bag.
It was mid-January in Northern Maine. The sun set before five, and the temperature frequently dipped below zero. But the minute she walked into the cottage, the space lit up as if she were a beam of pure sunlight.
Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and her mascara was smeared, but as she pushed up on her tiptoes to kiss me, my body warmed.
“Go change,” I said, slicing grilled chicken to put on top of the massive salads I’d assembled. “Dinner is ready and I’ve got tonight’sJeopardycued up. Tell me during the commercial break.”
Side by side, we sat on the couch. Willa had changed into short shorts and a tank top, making it hard to keep my eyes on the TV. Her black bra strap was right there in plain view, tantalizing me.
I wanted to throw her down and lick her clit while she answeredJeopardyquestions, but I kept my hands to myself.She’d been honest about her lack of experience in relationships, and I wanted to give her the time and space to get comfortable before we got in too deep.
Because already, this relationship was all-consuming.
I craved her, morning, noon, and night. I couldn’t get enough of her taste, her smell, or the sound of her voice.
This was uncharted territory for us both, and I was trying hard not to scare her with the intensity of my obsession.
“I have a good feeling about Alexandra tonight,” she said, sauntering back in from the kitchen with two glasses of water as the theme song played.
“Yeah, she whiffed that question about Genghis Khan last night, but I feel like she can keep the streak alive.”
We ate dinner, shouting out answers—more wrong than right—and fast forwarding through the commercials.
“What was it you wanted to tell me when you got home?” I asked after the show was over and I was heating water for tea.
She turned around and threw a dish towel over her shoulder—she was doing the dishes, refusing to let me help, as usual, because I cooked. “Max, the pharma rep, brought donuts in today, but he tripped in the waiting room, sending donuts flying all over. Poor Mellie spent an hour cleaning powdered sugar off the walls.”
I burst out laughing. Good, I hated that guy. And the guy from the medical supply company who came on Tuesdays. Basically, I hated any man who talked to my wife. “Oh, Jesus. Couldn’t have happened to a better guy.”
“Yup. Walters kicked him out. I had to hide in the back because I was laughing so hard. He’s so smarmy. Always offering to set up an intimate dinner where we could talk about the new products.”
“That’s a threat.” My eye twitched. “You should get a restraining order.”
Huffing, she put her hands on her hips. “The guy is doing his job. He’s annoying.”
I shook my head. “Nah, he’s trying to get into your scrubs.”
She rolled her eyes. “How many times do I have to explain this? Pharma reps educate us on their products in the hope that we’ll prescribe them to our patients. It’s annoying, and I absolutely hate it, but it’s part of my job.”
I clenched my fists to tamp down my annoyance. Willa was so oblivious to the effect she had on people, especially in her doctor’s coat. She was competent, beautiful, and sexy as fuck. I was already hard watching her bend over to load the dishwasher.
“You’re being a jealous husband.”
I rounded the island and grabbed her by the shoulders.
“Only because my wife keeps forgetting how fucking gorgeous she is. Men look at you and drool. Just because you’ve conditioned your brain to incorrectly assume otherwise doesn’t mean it’s not happening.”