Page 701 of Rock Me All Night
"True." She laughs.
"Pink dress."
"Close."
I tug her skirt up to her calves. "Pink shoes."
"Is that really bad ass?"
"Why the fuck not?" I run my fingertips over her bare skin. "Fuck, I love your shoulders."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. They're strong. Like all of you." I lean in and press my lips to hers. "You're the strongest person I know, kid."
"Tom…"
"Help me find the zipper on this thing."
"Did you like it?" She stares back into my eyes.
"You looked like a fucking angel."
"Yeah?"
I nod. "You are an angel. You fucking saved me."
"You too."
"Zipper. Now."
She lets out a needy sigh as she turns around in my lap. "In the middle. See?"
Yeah. I find it and pull it all the way down her back.
I trace the zipper's line up her back. She's not wearing a bra, and fuck the feeling of her bare skin against my fingertips—
She pushes the dress to her waist then lifts her hips so I can push it to her knees.
She's wearing soft, white lace lingerie. It's perfect and gorgeous but I need it gone.
She lets out a soft moan as I push it off her hips.
Willow turns around and slings her legs over mine to straddle me.
She sinks into my lap.
My wife is naked in my lap.
It's fucking amazing.
But I still need to be between her legs.
I wrap my arms around her waist and I kiss her hard.
She kisses back with every bit of love and affection in the world.
Her need pours into me.
