Page 84 of Comeback
“I missed you too,” I whispered in his ear.
I leaned back and stared at him. I couldn’twaitto tell him the news—I wondered how he’d react? Nervously, I bit my lip, trying to fight off a huge smile.
“What?” he asked. “What is it?”
“Nothing!” I lied, breaking away from him. “Are you boys hungry?”
“Starved,” Dane said, as he and Austen embraced.
“Yeah,” Jack agreed. “Dinner smells amazing, by the way.”
“Then let’s eat!” Austen cheered.
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After dinner, the DeHardts headed home and Jack put Mackenzie to bed. While I waited for Jack, I lit a few candles and slipped into something sexy. I climbed under the bedsheets and read something naughty so I’d be even more eager tojump his bones once he came through that door …
Jack came to bed half an hour later. He saw the candles and softly chuckled. “What’s all this for?”
“You,” I whispered simply, huskily, “of course.”
He neared, loosening his tie without taking his eyes off me. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“Oh?” I played innocent. “What about me?”
“How beautiful you are.” Desire burned in his lustful eyes. “How bad I want you.” He sat on the bed next to me, his lips smoldering against mine. “How I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Ugh.” I whimpered and writhed under the bedsheets. “Eight days is too long, Jack.”
“It is, isn’t it?” He grinned and cupped my face. “But it makes seeing you again that much sweeter.”
“Hurry,” I said, yanking at the buttons on his shirt. “Get in here.”
Jack flung his dress shirt aside and tore his undershirt over his head. I ran my fingers down his washboard abs. At thirty-two, the athlete was in even better shape than when I’d met him—and still a very capable hockey player. He wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down on the ice. Nor were the Dallas Devils, for that matter.
He stepped out of his trousers. With a prominent bulge spanning across the thigh of his boxer-briefs, Jack peeled the comforter back. But before he could jump underneath the sheets, he saw the lingerie I was wearing and froze.
“Goddamn,Emma.”He let out a weakened groan.
“Like what you see?” I teased.
“Fuck.” He ran his eyes up and down my body. I’d worn his favorite—the black garter belt, stockings, and racy bra. “Iloveit. You’re so fucking sexy, you know that?”
He slithered under the sheets and climbed on top of me. His greedy hands raced up and down my body, grabbing my sides, cupping my breasts, his fingers just glancing past my pussy …
Then our mouths came together and our tongues passionately wrestled. After eight days without him, I experienced my husband’s scent and taste like it was the first time all over again.
Reaching under my panties, he gently ran his fingers along the length of my slit. “Oh,” he gasped. “So wet already, Emma.”
“I’ve been thinking aboutyou,too,” I told him.
“Oh?” he mimicked me. “What about me?”
I smiled at him. I loved that he was so excited, and I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me—but this night wasn’tjustabout sex.
“Jack,” I panted.
“Yeah?”
