She didn’t turn at the sound of my voice, just continued to shake her ass and sing while she stirred.
I was grateful she didn’t hear me because it gave me time to take in the scrap of black lace she wore. With garter belts and those sexy thigh high stockings. Her curves were on full display in the lingerie, making my mouth water as she shook her body like nobody was watching. “Megs.”
She gasped, screamed, and then turned to me with a wide-eyed expression. Then, she burst out laughing. “Casey. Hi.” With a hand to her chest, she flashed a nervous smile.
“What’s going on in here?”
“Dinner. For our anniversary.”
My heart sped up at her words. “You remembered?”
“No,” she laughed. “But my phone did, and that was all I needed to do a little planning. Does this interfere with your plans?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know what this is, but I didn’t want to do anything big because I wasn’t sure how you’d feel.”
Megan tilted her head to the side and smiled.
I raked a hand through my hair. “And now I sound like a forgetful husband just making excuses.”
She laughed. “You don’t.” At my skeptical look, she laughed again. “This has been hard on both of us, Casey, not just me. I wasn’t sure what to do, but Gus stopped by yesterday with replacements of all the stuff I bought the day I got cracked over the head, and that was a perfect starting point.”
I swallowed at her excitement, so much like my Megan. “For what?”
“A night of food and romance.” She gestured to the nightie she wore with a wary smile. “This was part of what I bought that day, apparently. What do you think?”
“That I’m booked for an ice-cold shower in a few minutes.” Heat flared in her eyes, but I knew she wasn’t ready yet. “You look hot as hell, Megs, but don’t think because this is our anniversary that I expect sex.”
She nodded. “I know you don’t expect it, but what if I do?”
What? “What?”
She laughed. “I’ve been turned on beyond belief since that kiss after we went dancing. Add in the super-hot make-out session a couple days ago and, well, let’s just say I bought a few other things for our anniversary that have come in handy in providing relief.”
“What are you saying, Megan?”
She sighed. “I’m saying that I want you, Casey. I might not remember much about us still, but I know that I like you and that I’m very attracted to you. I know that I want you.”
“You do?”
She nodded. “And I figured we could take the night backwards.” She stepped in close and put both hands to my chest. “Start with anniversary sex, and then we can both relax and enjoy the big meal I’ve created. We can eat and laugh and talk, and just be together on this day that we got married. How many years ago?”
“Six years,” I answered, my voice gravelly and thick with emotion.
She threw her head back and laughed. “That explains the chocolate, caramel, and butterscotch body paint.”
Heat flared in my eyes. “Body paint?”
“I guess I had a big night planned for us. We shouldn’t let it go to waste. Should we?”
“Hell no,” I growled and pulled her body flush against mine so she could feel just how turned on I was. “But I want you to be sure, Megan. I need you to be sure.”
She nodded and took a step back, fidgeting with her fingers. “I am sure. Dr. Reynolds said I needed to do things I’ve always done, baking and dancing and all that. Spending time with you is something I imagine I did a lot of. This is the next logical step for a happily married young couple obviously attracted to one another.”
That all sounded good, but still.
“If I’m uncomfortable, I promise to tell you, how about that?”
I nodded. “Sounds good.”
She smiled. “Unless you’re worried that you’re not up to the task?” Her playful gaze slid down to the erection I couldn’t hide, and a laugh bubbled out of her. “If so, I completely understand.”
I reached for my wife and tossed her over my shoulder. “I’ll show you how up to the task I am.” With eager, excited legs, I smacked her ass and carried my wife up the stairs to our bedroom.
Her laughter died and her expression turned serious when I tossed her on the bed. “That was hot. Really hot.” Her chest heaved with excitement and my cock grew even harder.
“You’re really hot. I love the lingerie.” And I loved it even more that she’d chosen it before the injury.
“Yeah? I feel sexy in it,” she said and rubbed her legs together in an act so erotic I thought I might lose my shit in that moment. “I’m ready, Case.”
That was all I needed to hear. Megan was ready and I’d been ready for so long.