Page 70 of Dream with Me

“In fact, I’ve been seeing a counselor who’s helping me learn how to communicate better and how to listen. That way, if I ever get another chance to let my wife know how much I love her, how amazing she is, I’ll be ready.”

“Troy...” Her right hand draws to her chest, and her breathing deepens.

“Ask me what I was doing at lunchtime today?”

She narrows her eyes at me. “No.”

“Ask me.”

“No, I saw what you were doing. You were having lunch with a beautiful woman, and she was?—”

“I was having lunch with my counselor.”

Her eyes widen. “What the hell, Troy? Are you dating yourcounselor? Oh, my God.”

She tries to pull away. “I’mnotdating my counselor. We were doing a therapy session. Practicing my listening skills with distractions around me. So, I could get better at listening to mywifeand not miss important thingsshetells me anymore.”

“You’re not dating your counselor? Or anyone else?” she whispers.

“No. Do you remember what I told you when you asked me if I was seeing anyone the day we met at the library and then went back to my house?”

There she goes, biting at that lip again. Damn. She looks up at me through long lashes. “You said you weren’t moving on?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I said. I meant it then, and I still mean it.”

She stares at me, then leans into me, a glimmer of that confidence returning. “Do you remember what happened after you said that?”

I smile at her. “I think so, but could you remind me... to be sure I’m not forgetting anything?”

I don’t expect her to answer. We’ve always connected physically, but we’re in a public space, so she’ll probably be embarrassed.

“You pinned me against the wall, lifted my leg, and fucked me until we both came. Hard.”

Jesus. Christ. I did not expect that, and she knows it as she fights back a smirk.

“May I make a suggestion?” Her eyes are glossy, and a rosy flush covers her face and neck as she leans into me.

“Uh, huh.” It’s all I manage to get out.

She stands and moves between my legs, and I slide my hands up her sides, splaying my hands wider to touch more of her. I’m fully aware the tips of my thumbs are grazing the side of her breasts.

“We need to talk. I have so much in my head and in my heart that I want to share with you... Stuff I hope will make you happy. Things I’ve been wanting to talk about but have held back. But I suggest, before we do that, you take me back up to our room, and you show me how yournon-verbalcommunication skills are doing.”

I lean in until my mouth is near her ear. “Are you asking me to take you upstairs and fuck you senseless until there is no question in your heart or your mind about how I see you? How damn sexy you are. To show you exactly how I feel about you? I’d love to show you exactly that until you finally believe me that you’re the only one for me. You’ll always be the only one for me.”

She moans, and I’m desperate to get her out of here now.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m asking. Please.”

I throw down enough cash to cover our drinks and tip, and we practically run out of the bar. Somehow, we make it to the room without stripping each other naked. As soon as we’re through that door, though, our clothes fly off as we’re desperate to feel each other, skin to skin.

When her clothes are all off, I step back and drink her in.

“God, I can’t believe you don’t know how beautiful you are.” I cup her cheek and tuck her hair behind her ear. She smiles, takes my hand, and guides us to the bed. We lie down on our sides, facing each other.

When our mouths come together, at first, the kiss is desperate, frantic almost. Then, it slows and becomes more intimate as we take our time exploring each other’s mouths and touching each other’s faces. When I hover over her and move my kisses to her neck, she moans and moves to expose more of it to me. I spend some time there, loving her responsiveness as I caress all her sensitive spots with my mouth.

Her fingers roam through my hair as I move down to her breasts, making her gasp as I bite down just hard enough on one of her nipples to walk that line between deep pleasure and pain. I know this woman’s body as well as I know my own. Nothing is as satisfying as knowing exactly what will bring her pleasure and continuing to learn new things she likes.

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