lips around a stiff nipple straining against the lace.
Emma moaned, shifting the bowls so Jake had better access, and as he shouldered through their bedroom door, he pulled the nub further into his mouth, capturing it between his teeth and tugging.
Stepping into the bedroom was like entering a sexual wonderland. Candles glowed all around the room. Sultry jazz music hummed from the playdock on the dresser. And red rose petals covered the lush, red satin sheets on their bed.
Yes, Emma had certainly gone to some effort here.
“This is amazing, Em,” Jake whispered. He set her on her feet and took the bowls from her, returning them to their place on their dresser.
She looked up at him, her smile so beautiful and full of love that his throat clogged with emotion. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, but in that moment no words he could imagine were enough to truly express what he felt for his wife.
Instead, he framed her face with his hands, leaned down and took her mouth.
Chapter 3
The slide of Jake’s tongue against her own sent chills of the hottest variety racing across Emma’s skin. He didn’t hurry, and his lack of insistence stoked the flame now centered between her thighs until she thought she might burst.
A part of her wanted to speed the pace of their kiss, to steamroll right past the foreplay into the main event, but she forced herself to let him take the lead. After all, she’d wanted wild romance, and her husband seemed determined to give it to her.
Jake angled his head to take the kiss deeper, and Emma snaked her arms around his waist, the blindfold still dangling from her index finer, and tunneled under the bottom of his shirt to find the warm, smooth skin of his back. His hands left her face, traveling down her arms and around her back, until they rested on her bottom. He kneaded the flesh gently, each squeeze causing a corresponding throb in her sex.
The moment stretched out until she had no idea how long the kiss had lasted. Jake slowed gradually, his tongue retreating from hers a fraction of an inch at a time, and darned if his way of breaking contact wasn’t as sexy as the kiss itself.
She held the blindfold up between them, her body vibrating with anticipation as she imagined what pleasures Jake had in store from her.
“Ready?” he asked, taking the blindfold from her hand.
She nodded, not trusting her voice to work without squeaking from desire.
“Then take a good look at all your handiwork.” Jake gestured around the room to the stage she’d set. “I want you to have a clear picture of how fantastic this place looks while you’re blindfolded.”
Emma figured she had the room memorized, since she’d indulged in plenty of fantasies while putting the romantic scene together, but she took one last look anyway, committing to memory the sexy vibe she’d managed to create here.
When her eyes returned to his, he pressed a soft kiss against each eyelid, completely undoing her with his tenderness, and she found herself once again overwhelmed with gratitude that she’d found such a kind and attentive man for a husband.
He slid the robe from her shoulders, and it dropped to the floor. With warm, gentle hands, he settled the blindfold over her eyes, reached behind her head to tie it into place. The fit was snug, but not uncomfortable, and the next thing she knew she’d been swept up once again into his arms.
She couldn’t suppress a giggle as she felt Jake moving toward the bed.
Laying her back against the pillows, he kissed her again, with just one quick sweep of his tongue, and then she felt him leave the bed.
“You just relax while I get a few things together,” he said, his voice laced with hunger. “I’ll be right back.”
Get a few things together? What exactly did that mean?
She heard him walk back into the living room, closing the bedroom door behind him.
Quickly, she slid the blindfold up, just enough that she could see to make her way across