No. It would not.
I can’t even believe I just thought that.
We cling to each other as we both come down from our orgasms, the water growing cooler, until I’m shivering in Perry’s arms. He brushes my hair away from my face, slipping his fingers beneath my chin to tip my head up so I have to look him in the eyes.
What I see there takes my breath away. So much emotion swirling in the blue depths, along with a hint of anger. Anger that’s not aimed at me, I know that.
“No one is ever taking you away from me again. Do you hear me?” His voice is deep, reaching right into my heart and wrapping its tendrils around it, like he’s never going to let it go.
My nod is slow, and I close my eyes when he touches the corner of my lips with his fingers. “I don’t want to leave you, Perry.”
“Damn straight.” His voice is full of so much satisfaction, I can’t help it.
I start to laugh.
***
After Perry helpsme out of the bath and dries me off with a thick, warm towel, he leads me to the bedroom, pulling back the covers and ready to tuck me in when I stop him, my gaze imploring as I study him.
“Will you sleep with me?”
Nodding, he waves at the bed. “Get in.”
I do as he says, my limbs slow, my mind sleepy. He pulls the duvet up to my chin, brushing my hair back from my face as he studies me, not saying a thing.
Within seconds he’s in bed too. Reaching for me. I go easily into his arms, our legs tangling, my hand finding his chest so I can feel the steady thrum of his heart beneath my palm.
“We’ll talk about what happened tomorrow,” he says after a few minutes of silence. “When you feel better.”
“I already feel better.”
“After you get some sleep,” he amends.
Closing my eyes, I rest my head against his warm, solid chest. I could sleep peacefully like this every night. Why do we keep separate bedrooms again? I’m going to talk to him about that. Wouldn’t it be nice, sharing a bed with my husband all the time?
I think so.
“I don’t want to sleep,” I tell him, though I don’t mean it. I would love to fall asleep. “Take care of me, Perry.”
His fingers are in my hair, smoothing it back, and I nuzzle closer to him, sighing.
“What do you need, wife?”
“You,” I whisper. “Just… show me you care.”
Show me that I matter. That you missed me. That you want no one else but me.
He proceeds to do exactly that, pushing me so I’m lying on my back, his hands wandering everywhere, his mouth following. He kisses me across my chest, my breasts. His mouth wrapping around my nipples, sucking. Licking. My skin grows hot and I kick the duvet away, the cool air washing over me, making me shiver.
Allowing me to watch.
I thrust my fingers into his hair, guiding him downward as he drags his mouth across my stomach. Drops a single kiss on one hip bone. Then the other. Driving me out of my mind so that I’m restless. Aching. Wanting him in a particular spot.
He teases me. His warm, damp lips press into my inner thighs, tickling the sensitive skin, making me giggle. The giggle turns into a moan when his mouth finds the very heart of me, his tongue searching, lips sucking. A single finger slips inside of me, thrusting deep and I arch into his mouth, seeking more.
Wanting it all.
After everything I’ve gone through today, I’m sure he thinks I wouldn’t want this. But I do. I need him so badly. Reminding me that he wants me too.