“Relax, Kate. I’m not going to let you go. Remember?”
I can’t relax. I’m getting so turned on that I can barely hold on to Anna. I stare at my daughter and try to concentrate on her, but she needs very little assistance as Jack holds us both with his easy strength.
“Your nipples are hard,” he murmurs quietly, shifting me away from the other parents. “Your cheeks are flushed and you’re breathing heavily.”
“This is a tough workout,” I lie.
“I wonder what other parts of your body are hard,” he continues as if I never said anything. “Is your little clit erect? If I slid my hand inside your tiny swim shorts, would you be as wet inside as you are outside?”
“Jack, our daughter is right here.” I tip my head toward the baby girl, who is staring at me with wide eyes.
He chucks Anna under the chin, his knuckles brushing the side of my breast. I suck in a breath but tell myself it was an accident. Jack doesn’t seem to notice, but it happens again and again throughout the entirety of the class. His fingertips trail across the back of my neck as he helps me dip Anna in and out of the water. His palm covers my belly when I have to practice floating again. He even finds a way to clasp my ankle to help me straighten from the prone position.
All the glancing touches here and there turn me into a puddle of lust and want. I barely notice that class has ended. Jack takes Anna from me and steers me toward the exit.
“Go on and get dressed. I’ll take care of our baby girl,” he says quietly.
In a fugue state, I stumble into the locker room. I try to use the shower to sober up from the lust-induced drunkenness, but as soon as I step outside and see Jack standing so tall and gorgeous by the door waiting for me with Anna in his arms, all my control vanishes.
We get home, but I don’t remember the ride. I watch as he puts the sleeping Anna in her crib.
He takes me by the hand and leads me to the bedroom. I sink to the edge of the bed and watch as he kneels in front of me.
“These past ten months, the world’s been monochrome. I’ve been missing this particular shade of brown with streaks of red and gold.” He rubs a few locks between his fingers. “I haven’t seen this particular green in any of the trees or plants.” His thumbs a path from my temple to the corner of my trembling lips. “This shade of red doesn’t exist outside of your mouth.”
I taste the salt of his finger as he pulls down my lower lip. My sex clenches in anticipation. I’ve wanted this for so long. I’m so hungry.
I wrap a hand around his wrist and suck his thumb into my mouth. He sucks in a harsh breath.
“I missed you,” I whimper. “So much.”
“Baby. Baby.” He cups my face, wiping away tears that have fallen. “I’m here now and I swear on my life that I will never leave you again. Never.”
He drags his nose along my cheek, sucking in my scent. “I remember your smell. I remember this soft skin. I remember.” He dips low to lightly bite the junction of my neck and shoulder. “I remember how just the sight of you would make me feral. Touch me, baby. I’m aching for your touch.”
With trembling hands, I reach out and lay a hand against his chest. His heart thumps wildly. I slide my hand lower until it covers the bulge in his jeans that I stared at last night.
“You’re so big,” I say with wonder.
“For you. Only for you.” He leans forward and captures my mouth, his tongue sweeping in to explore every inch as if he wanted to remap the entire surface to etch in his permanent memory.
He might be remembering, but I’d forgotten. I’d forgotten what it felt like to be held like this, to be desired like this. I’d forgotten and now, like him, I’m remembering in glorious, technicolor detail.
I kiss him back with all the fervor I can muster. Suddenly, I want his clothes off. I want mine gone, too. I don’t want anything between us, not even the tiniest piece of cloth.
I begin to tear his clothes off, breaking the contact between our lips only long enough to get his shirt over his head. His jeans disappear and my underwear does, too. Soon it’s just his skin against mine.
He releases my lips to kiss his way down to my breasts. Once there, he pays lavish attention to each one. His hands squeeze and mold my breasts as he sucks one nipple and then the other. The long, hard pulls have a direct connection with my sex, which throbs in time with his sucks.