Page 88 of Choosing a Forever
On Monday, Tal let me know he had an appointment after work and wouldn’t be back until well after dinner.The girls had their clubs in the afternoon, so I took some time to myself. I got in the bath, read a spicy scene, and brought my trusty rose with me.
I was able to come, so I thought I was good and could handle seeing my husband without wanting to jump his bones, butnope.
The minute he came downstairs and hit me with his golden smile, my vagina perked up, acting like we haven’t been touched in years—which isn’t wrong.
I shift, ready to roll out of bed and make a cup of tea, when Tal mumbles something in his sleep. I pause, not wanting to wake him. I haven’t heard him talk in his sleep before, but I’ve been sleeping much deeper since we started sharing a bed, so maybe I’ve just missed it.
“Mack,” he mumbles, rolling onto his side to face me.
“What?” I whisper, still unsure if he’s actually awake.
“Need you to touch me.” He moves his hips in a thrusting motion. “Please, Firefly.”
My entire body freezes. His eyes are closed, so I don’t think he’s awake. I don’t want to wake him up and ruin the dream but…
Fuck.I don’t know what to do. I can’t lie here and listen to him moan my name. I don’t want him to wake up embarrassed again.
I reach over and poke his shoulder. “Talmage. Tal. Bear. Wake up.”
Tal jolts and blinks awake, the whites of his eyes barely visible in the dark room. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“Everything’s fine. You um… you were having a dream. Talking in your sleep.”
“Oh.” He’s completely silent for a second, and I think he’s fallen back to sleep until he says, “Sorry if I woke you up.”
“You didn’t. I was awake.”
“Have you slept at all?” I hear the worried frown in his voice.
“Not really,” I admit softly. “But it’s okay. I don’t have any plans tomorrow, so I can sleep in… if I ever fall asleep.”
Tal shifts and sits up in the bed. “How can I help you? Can I get you some tea or something?”
I’m glad he can’t see me because I’m sure my face is beet red with the thoughts of how he can help me. All of them are rated R.
“Can you just hold me? Maybe?”
“Of course. You don’t have to ask me to snuggle. Come here.”
I lie down and scoot towards him, my back to his front, regretting this suggestion immediately when his clean scent and warmth envelop me.
He tosses an arm over my hip while I lay my head on his bicep, but I notice his body is arched in what’s probably an uncomfortable position.
“Why are you arched like that?” I ask, but as soon as the words are out, I realize why.
He’s trying to make it so I don’t feel…it.
God, I want to feel him.
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he murmurs.
“I’m fine, Tal. Don’t worry about me.”
Talmage makes a pained sound but shuffles until the front of his thighs meet the back of mine,and—
There it is.
Hot and hard against the curve of my ass, and I swear I feel it twitch. My instincts are telling me to grind back, but I fight them with everything in me.
