while I dressed her for bed and placed her in her crib. Once she was down, he came in to kiss her tiny head. I was in his arms instantly as he lifted me to carry me to our room.
I knew he was deep in his thoughts when he drew us a bath, but did nothing but bath me. Not one single sensual caress was exchanged. When he toweled me off, it was more like a reverent act than his usual strokes of promise.
“Wy,” I whisper.
“Yeah Baby,” he moves his eyes from the ceiling to look down at me. His large hand comes up and he pushes my hair from my face.
“This isn’t your fault,” I say softly.
“Yeah, it is. I should have handled this differently. I promised you he would never bother you again. I didn’t keep that promise,” Wy says with pain in his voice.
“Stop being silly, Baby. If I am correct, he will never bother me again. This is someone else trying to hurt our family. They were probably hoping you would confess to free me,” I say as I cup his face in my palm. “Barry’s dad is an asshole. He is probably behind this.”
“I thought of that, but then I received a call that dismissed that theory. This is bigger than that asshole and his father,” Wyatt sighs heavily, his arm around my waist tightens.
“Wy, I don’t want to talk about what happened. I need you to make me forget and I will do the same for you. There is nothing we can do about it tonight so let’s forget about it until the morning,” I plea as I lift and straddle his hips.
Wyatt’s eyes finally come into focus as they land on the sheer teddy I slipped into before crawling under the covers. Another clue that Wyatt’s mind was elsewhere. Any other time he would have ripped the thin fabric from my body and devoured me on the spot.
As if just coming to the realization that I am in the room, his cock comes to life poking me in the ass through his pajama bottoms. Wyatt has gotten back into the habit of wearing, at least, pajama bottoms to bed since Nora was born. I swear he doesn’t sleep anymore. He is always in the nursery watching over our daughter.
If she so much as whimpers in her sleep he is up and out the bed flying to her side. It is the sweetest thing ever, to see this big man become mush for his little girl. Right now I want to be the responsible for him falling apart and forgetting his own name.
“Make love to me, Wy. I need you,” I whisper in his ear as I lean over him.
Wyatt’s hands shoot to my backside cupping my cheeks. He groans in my ear and I moan in his. I really do need this as much as he does. I turn my head to hover my lips over his. His breath fans across my lips, causing me to shiver. I grind my heat against his rock hard stomach, bumping his erection that is still poking at me from behind.
Wyatt hisses as his hands skim up my sides. His eyes watch mine as we still have yet to connect our lips. We are just breathing in each other for as long as we can stand it. I am nearly ready to break when his large warm hands cup my breasts.
I whimper, but it is lost in Wyatt’s mouth as he takes my lips and thrusts his tongue into my mouth. I grip his shoulders as it is all I can do not to tip over in a shivering mess. I have been married to this man for over two years and this never gets old.
Wyatt has the power to wreck me, mind, body, and soul. I do my best to give it right back. I rake my short nails down the front of his chest, causing him to growl and flip me onto my back. His hands are swift at pushing my teddy up over my belly.
Wyatt climbs down my body to plant soft kisses to the baby fat I am still trying to work off. I gasp and squirm away. I reach to push the fabric back down over my tummy, but Wyatt’s hands move lightning fast to grasp my wrists.
“I love every single inch of you. Don’t try to hide from me, Baby. I want to see all of you,” Wyatt rasps, lifting to pull the teddy up and off me.
I sit up to allow him to remove the garment. Wyatt tosses the teddy across the room and lunges for my