And she wanted to know more about “this caveman thing”? I was more than happy to show her my inner barbarian.
But when Gretchen appeared in my bedroom doorway with her hair down around her shoulders, wearing a silky black nightshirt, I wavered between wanting to rip it off her, drag her by her hair to the bed, and hold her down while I fucked her hard, to pulling her in my arms and worshipping every inch of her body before making love to her.
Decisions, decisions.
She tucked her hair behind her ear and didn’t move past the threshold, appearing far more timid than she’d been in the kitchen earlier.
I held my hand out and softly commanded, “Come here, sweetheart.”
She ventured further into the room and closed the door. I heard the lock click, then she approached me without hesitation.
That’s my girl.
When she was within arm’s reach, I grasped her wrist and tugged her against my chest, so my arm could wrap around her waist.
Damn, she felt good, and I realized how much I’d missed holding her.
If I were being honest with myself, I’d missed everything about her.
Looking down at her with a smile, I murmured, “Hi.”
Her arm slid around my body as she nestled against me and gazed up into my eyes.
“Hi.”
I dipped my head and gently touched my lips against hers, and she let out a contented sigh.
It looked like I was going with the worshipping option.
Maybe tomorrow I’d try the caveman approach.
****
Gretchen
Gabe gently broke the kiss and stared down at my face as he stroked my cheek with the backs of his fingertips.
“You’re so beautiful.”
His touch and his gaze were almost reverent, and it would have been so easy for me to get lost in the moment with him. He was such a good man and a great dad; I knew it wouldn’t take much to fall in love with him.
The domesticity of our situation—being in our pajamas with our kids fast asleep in their rooms—messed with my head.
I reminded myself that our arrangement wasn’t about sharing a moment, or playing house, or falling in love. It was physical.
Period. The end.
I reached down to lightly squeeze his junk and flirted, “Are you going to tell me more about this caveman style?”
He shook his head. “Not tonight, darlin’. Tonight I want to take my time and show you how much I’ve missed you.”
Nope. Not gonna happen.
I decided honesty was the best course of action, but also didn’t want to kill the mood, so I stroked the outline of his cock over his grey pajama pants when I replied, “I think hard and dirty is a better idea. There’s less chance of feelings getting involved that way.”
“What’s wrong with having fee—” He stopped short. “Never mind; you’re right.”
His fingers slid into my hair, but then he gripped a fistful and harshly held my head in place, so I had no choice but to look at him when he snarled, “You better not have any panties on or they’re going to get ripped off you.”
